Best Visionarydeath Poems
A death confirmed by falling stars
I open my eyes with every scar
White fire compelled to hold my sight
The ice in my heart repels the light
This scene beyond what I can speak
A passionate power that leaves me weak
More silence spilling from my lips
Reciting the lie that I exist
A flash of rainbow through the night
A planet beyond has pierced the sky
I reach to hold it in my hands
The darkness now shatters above the land
All colours I have never seen
The sensation of feeling without being
Such darkness swirling radiant thought
Creation destroying the natural laws
A death reversed beyond my dreams
Tiamat speaking of my disease
White oceans frozen by my soul
Reconnecting the sky to make me whole
If I die before I wake I pray to god my soul to take. But if the living have fell and
gone. The tables are turning and my soul is torn.
So how can sorrow and scorn be formed by the tears of a shadow when a death is born .
Follow the wealth giver the death dealer is here.
Between the space of a blink and a tear.
Beneath the hopeless, the tired, the weak.
Beneath the faithless, the fate missed time’s speech.
But as this dead man keeps screaming he’s born.
His silhouette keeps trying to morn…………..
Water’s been the death of me.
The horse troth which provides a hiding space
during the Indian incursion,
but too long down, with no up,
arrows flying ...
hair floating like Ophelia
on the river.
Water’s been the death of me
like gulped like air, a walking companion
of waking dream.
Jane’s moors
and the suckling swamp
of morose memories;
a Victorian I, asleep not,
be ... on the bottom of the moor.
Water laughs its skeletal teeth seep drool
as fear abides, as I did whooshing
beneath and between, the betweens ...
with molten memories in my mind's eye
of heart pumping, scream raising, terror
and yet I know, though I live now ...
water will be the death of me.