Best Mori Poems

The bells call forth from mighty tower keeps 
To herald passing souls from here to there 
The orange sun upon the hilltop creeps 
It crucifies night's cold and blind despair

And light of day itself may also bluff  
The flower blooms and will too soon...

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we are mere travelers
through this plane
who we are
what we posses
are sands
through the hour glass
memento mori
we are already gone
to God
who waits at the end of time
carpe diem
live it 
love it...

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Long hair, beautiful and dark like a starless night sky,
perfectly matching her personality.
A face as intoxicating as an empty bottle of rye
with eyes that glare dogmatically.
Her body is an hourglass
and my time is running out.
Composure I must amass
for these feelings I know little about.
She is...

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(In the Middle Ages, tombs and monuments
often bore carvings of skulls or decaying corpses.
The idea was to remind the onlooker that he, too,
was marked for death.  These figures were known
as "memento mori".)

Approach me, stranger. Nothing in my story 
should startle you. Your flesh has...

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Remember the sole reason you walk on this earth
Remember the reason you live
Though you will die, eventually,
You have one life with which to give.
So make the best of life today
Before you notice it slipping by
Make sure you are the best you can be
And don't make...

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The lament of an evil man on the eve of death:

“It is twilight in paradise 
And the end of my idle life 
Of lavish pleasure is nigh. 
My dreams benighted, 
Crumbling before my eyes,
I sorely regret frittering away 
Those calm prosperous days 
Of youth, wealth...

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Prompt: Sundial


Stone keeper
of time so frail,
Gazes over gardens,
Poisoned
by pretentious people
Longing to lengthen living.
Time trickling away,
The truth shall stay.


Superior shrine of ages
Shines,
Preserved
past periods
when legends had long	lost life.
Casting contorted shadows from its path,
The renewed sun shall laugh; last.


Beings; 
bemused, gather, bustle
past, ignoring the Supreme Instrument
that guides us...

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Memento mori

Remember death

Tell Him you are sorry,

eat His bread

or it will become you

and take your flesh…

Drink His wine,

take in His blood,

mix it fine

right with your own

Become like Him

and know yourself,

and memento mori

remember death


Memento mori

remember death

Feel His blood

sink into your skin

Know you are loved

and invite Him...

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Pro Patria Mori

Missouri volunteers bit bullets, watched
as Santa Ana's baggage washed
their brazen hair, hip deep
in the Rio Grande.
The ancient river moved across the land
Like slow drool down a leather cheek.

Bang! Paul Bunyan's balls
rolled down the Great Divide, rattled
across the porcelain sea.
Oh, the girls!
Hair hot and...

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time standing stlll
arrested
   moments revealed
in stimulations
of the mind

revealed lluminations
of the past yesterdays
becoming today
tomorrow's postponed
memory

past pictures live again
momento mori in hypereality
as monuments
to past existence
from shadows of transience

sentient touchstones
in memorials of perception
aesthetic sublimations
of immersive
spontaneity


fascinating expectations
in a visual  genesis
of  suspended animation
 still distant
now living...

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One day, someday, man will awake.
He will find the time of his mistake.
He will turn and cry at his defeat.
On how he’s made this world so bleak.
Yes, he will cry & try to make amends.
Yet what’s done is done & tis the end....

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Momento Mori 
Remember you must die

We must walk thru the valley of the skulls
You can get there by using the proper tools
Everlasting life is for the fools

Old age can't be defied 
The grim reaper can't be denied
He's waiting on the other side 
Knock on the...

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black
brown
purple
red
orange
and
yellow
leaves
scattered 
aground
with
some
green
ones
fallen
among
them...

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END, Truth, Pain, Life
The beauty in the death of life lies in the life of death.
I sigh in my mortal flesh
Of my mortal thoughts and ask
Should I remind you of your true nature
and your pursuit of final free freedom?
Or your unilateral universe burdened with unending...

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What good would it do,
Son of Peleus,
To pull that arrow from your heel?
As you lie there helpless, 
Legs useless and folded beneath you.
Your hand clenched around its fletchings 
Searching for the source 
Of sensations unfamiliar to you.
Pain. Suffering. Mortality. 
How strange…

You are only half god...

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