Best Lifedeath Poems
Suicide
Just before death came a spinning swirl.
Lifeless body on the table lain.
Lost in a world where hatreds whirl.
Just before death came a spinning swirl.
What a pity; she is a beautiful girl.
Tears falling down like torrential rain.
Just before death came a spinning swirl.
Lifeless body on the table lain.
© Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen
January 7, 2010
Poetic Form: Triolet
Suicide is deadly. Do not choose death. Choose LIFE. Call the National Suicide Prevention
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Lives Sudden Change
I can never get use to life's sudden change
The pieces of the puzzle getting rearranged
Life’s direction turned upside down
One minute living, the next underground
People taken from us before their time
Making no sense, reason, or rhyme
Why do the good ones always go first?
When there are so many seemingly worse
Someone explain, for I fail to understand
The senseless death of another good man
I know that death is a part of life
And no one is immune, not husband or wife
But the pain is so hard to bear
When you lose someone in which you care
Lord forgive me for these words of doubt
I’m just painfully trying to figure this out
i stand here my back against the wall, nearly defeated, sedated physically, mentally well and alive. Death threatening to cease the beating of my heart, my blood runs cold, i pray, lord please allow me to die. These trials and twisted tribulations you predict have hardened my soul, my body has been bruised, battered and torn. I feel as if i too have carried a wooden cross, been persecuted by my peers and now i too wear a crown of thorns. My life is held
Within your hands, my death within Lucifer’s, a war i alone will stand and fight, though sadly will not win. I am conscious of the consequences i must serve, it is surviving eternity i cannot contemplate, or fathom the sins you must forgive. Sinfully i have walked your righteous path, morally i hold contempt prisoner within my heart, my faith diseased, walls constructed and built. You alone share my darkest regrets, my unshared secrets, you
Recognize that in my mind i have raped, cheated, plundered and repeatedly killed. To serve you i must repent, completely turn from my ways, fall to my knees, pray, trust only in you, born again, and then saved. To walk hand and hand with you, sadistically i must suffer, shed blood, be horribly mocked, betrayed and ironically enter heaven’s gate through a six foot grave. My back is against the wall, a decision must be made, live for you or as you promised spend eternity in the lakes of fire burning, screaming, forever in pain. Demented though isn’t it, it seems like a reflection of my life, the only difference lord, these flames can be extinguished if only you would allow it to rain. I stand here naked, vulnerable, offering you a glimpse, a very open and deadly game of truth or dare. The simple truth, i cannot believe my head is bowed right this moment, the dare if you choose to accept, lord, please make this my last prayer.
Form:
Some say that clouds can curve into a dream,
While resting restless roaming in the air.
'Twas I that walked into this cloudy theme,
That myst of mind and matter moved to share.
For breath breathed in my death life new to wear.
From death to life, a clockwork of the past,
A gift of beauty backwards moving fast,
Changing the colors that the clouds consume.
But nothing mortal never seems to last,
And life ended inside my mother's womb.
Through life it is all the people,
All love and time,
All will go as death is fine,
The seas' waves let me float dead,
It's cold wind's journey speeds my spread,
I saw my bones beneath my skin,
Thinking they will never appear to thin,
No regrets or moral frets,
Life is death as death is set,
Man to flame!
Ash to the ocean!
Form:
A thief,doctor even a man of the cloth,
life and death, you can have one but never both.
Many seek survival at all cost.
A last breath, the battle and war are lost.
The preacher says dust to dust.
The buried now a mere fragment of the past.
Here death has won.
Labor pains pains, a debate on names.
A boy, a girl?
All is well.
The midwife guides,
The mother fights,
The husband waits.
The baby finally comes,
Gives a shrill cry.
Tiny fingers and thumbs,
A tiny fist.
As if to say"I am tiny but i will fight that beast"
Beast?death defeated by mother and child.
Here life has won.
Tears of joy, tears of pain,
Tears all the same.
The child cries at birth,
The mourners at the funeral.
Life and death seem to be lovers.
The dead, life's gift to death.
The newly born, death's gift to life.
Dawn rises, and the Sun is Grey, again : One can hear the tears flowing.
The nakedness of the mighty Oak : Withers : In the shadow of “ LIFE “
I watch “Mother Nature” cry Tears of pain : in the West wind blowing
I catch those tears of Pain: For My Beloved “ LENORE “ My “ WIFE “
In the darkness after Dawn ; in the Ebony of the Moonlight : I still Live
Sullenly, I reminisce of the LIGHT of the Past ; When I still had a Heart
As the Shadow of Death , follows me into an abyss, where only Death can Survive
I think of Winters gone by, before the History of Forever : was torn Apart
Through the Corridors of unknown Sanity :my eyes cry tears of Empathy, Dead
There is no morning Dew, on flowers wilted in a new Life of nonexistence
In the Gloomy Mist of time forgotten I stare at Heaven from my Eternal bed
Hewn from a tree standing alone in a Forest , of Humanities nonexistence
Blinded my the Aura of death I seek a rebirth of Light in me to shine in my eye
Will I ever Know : as I once Knew " LOVE " ~ before I Die ~
Inspired by the Contest : " Dark Prose " Sponsored by " Catie Lindsey "
Dedicated to my Lost LOVE "Lenore" ; My LOVE Anew EVERLASTING " Barbara Jean "
the birth of an infant
the ancient kingdom celebrates
gentle gift of life
man moved ahead
kingdom no more survived
families break up
new nuclear family
birth and death forever here
just seem to pass by
when death knocks on the door
realisation slides in
of the glory of ancients
A cold brisk morning out on the lake
The picture was both calm & sirene
What else do I see
With elegant rolling hills throughout it's vast yet timeless scope
In the water gaze with a soft reflection of my inner soul intact'
The only traffic to equate of green ferns in modest formation
A column of rocks having a feature of some grand esquisite castle
Yet to my surprise what was it's big hastle
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The native indians must have claimed it as a sacred place'
Leaving behind not the slightest hint as to the outcome of the matter,
A soothing mirage of some timeless scenic view outside
Yet who really knew;
In the sky a dusting of blue through its filtered timeless invention
To have a view of nature's beckoning call
There is no riven tree, or lamb dropped by an eagle
After the warm days the rain comes pimpling
A classic scene taken out of the apple dumpling gang trio'
From a distance we have finally arrived to our claim to fame'
Water and fire succeed;
The town, the pasture and the weed...
A young finch makes room in their nest
While all the waiting world carry's on to try to pass the test
With the given hope to labor in the blazing sun;
To finally enter into God's heavenly rest,
From a distance I see a reflection of what I could have been
With a time well spent in thought;
Through a small lens we can only vaguely see
A pivotal regard toward that of reality
Dust in the air suspended
Marks the place where a story ended
The death of hope and despair
This is the death of air !
The risk of living is not death at
all..No thrills in jumping with no
chance to fall...Life without death is
not life at all.
And here I sit for the thousandth time
Writing over and over the same old lines
Lost in the dark its hard to see
Im right here and I cant find me
Mirrors lie we all know that
It doesn’t see as your heart is trapped
Except now theres truth in the night
It only reflects black without the light
And death calls just beyond the door
Stealing away all that I lived for
And I find
As I fall
That my life
Was so small
And as I turn
I hear the call
I close my eyes
And let go all
And Im so sorry for all Ive done
Haunting thoughts the tears start to run
Tracing paths down to the floor
Still wet from the time before
Ive cried and cursed all alone
Has the heart of God turned to stone
Was I placed here just as a filler
Destined to lose all to the Dealer
Was all ive done so meaningless
Down to the first girl that I kissed
And I find
As I fall
That my life
Was so small
And as I turn
I hear the call
I close my eyes
And let go all
And does the God of man
Just sit back to watch the hourglass sand
As the desperate cries fill the air
in his heart, is there a small tear
Or do the forgotten wonder the earth
Cursed with death from their birth
Is each life just a tv screen
That flickers and fades and goes unseen
Airwaves that fill the night sky
Lonely lives that are just a lie
And I find
As I fall
That my life
Was so small
And as I turn
I hear the call
I close my eyes
And let go all
And were all my desires just as fake
As is each breathe that I take
And was everything for nothing at all
Just a plaything as Gods little doll
Whatever the truth Im still in this moment
Afraid and alone Im still in this moment
And the truth is what I see
Whether lies or real im losing me
And the truth is what I feel
and the truth, its killing me still
And I find
As I fall
That my life
Was so small
And as I turn
I hear the call
I close my eyes
And let go all
And all these memories come pouring out
Can I know love when I’m full of doubt
And how am I expected to be
After all that’s happened to me
Or am I deformed somewhere inside
Somewhere deep where my soul has died
And are all these reasons why
God whispers I must die
Was there a last chance I missed
Hidden behind a betraying kiss
And so….
I find
As I fall
That my life
Was so small
And as I turn
I hear the call
I close my eyes
And let go all….
Bobb Marly
30 April 2011 3:20 PM
Is it the end or the beggining
For He is the beggining and the end
Is death life and life death
His death brought us Life
Is reality a dream
We dream of His reality
Is He in us
Are we in Him
We question for these answers
He answered for our questions
He died for us
We live for Him
Form:
Some people feel the need to be unhappy.
They roam the real world dissatisfied and angry and hateful and vengeful.
Raven visits her fantasy world every evening when death rattles her windows
And she suffocates inside.
She does not want to die, but she is dead inside. Nothing is working, but her gun.
She carries her gun for protection from the horrors of her childhood.
Hatred is her only reality.
There is never a way to recover what has been lost.
So little time to make this unbearable life whole again.
Walking among the dead gives her a sense of power and justice. The underground can smell
It and do not like it.
The air is filled with misery, yet she can breathe better her than in her real world.
She gets so alone sometimes that it just makes sense to her.
Raven is a soldier. Her body is her temple, her bunker where she can run for cover.
She gets mean at the obscene. Takes risks and lashes out.
The darkness is her friend. Her solitude.
Her time to take back what has been stolen from her. Her soul.
She decides if death is so scary then life can't be that bad.
Among the Dead Contest by Kristen Bruni
Sticky hot weather like angry hands choking your breath way..
Fear its cold shivers of panic racing down your back , oh how do you get away?
Death is quick , death is quiet peaceful easy. Death is snow.
Heaven is for children
Hell is for sinners
I fall somewhere in between
where do i go?
just a ghost
just a though
smoke.
gone.
Despair follows in the faltering footsteps
of justice.
Weary, justice is,
As the demanding eons pursue her -
Weighing heavily
and perpetually
upon her scales - tipped
Reaching the degradation
of Hell
set upon her,
by Man.
The death of justice bears down
upon the child.
Blind the child is,
as the Book of Life, yellow with age
crumbles to dust
back to the Earth
as a dirge of sound echoes
through a cavern of time
lost ideals
set upon child
by Man
Life enters life - tiny fingers reach
out to grasp the breast of nurtured warmth
and love pours forth from the Milk of Life.
The hand grows - strong arms hold
the weapon of war
against his brother
the crack of death - swiftly
bounds the hunter
seeds of hate
set upon the Earth
by
Man