Dead Poems - Poems about Dead

To be sung to the tune of Little Red Corvette by Prince Roger Nelson I guess I should’ve known by the way you said, “you’ll get it back real soon” That I’d never see it again See, you’re the kinda person who listens to a tape and quickly loses it Like you might do with men I guess I...

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Zombie-Let’s think about this logically you only have 2 choices Number one I eat you or you run and are torn apart by a group of us Hi I’m Brian…wait was formally Brian deceased Victim-I could get away…Brian deceased Zombie-well I was bit this morning in edgington park about 9-9.30 and that 3 miles away and we have already...

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“I want what they have.” and “When is it my turn?” “Waiting on Prince Charming” I’m wondering when they’ll learn You can wait for Fairy Godmother To turn your mice all into men But just remember, tale’s not over When the paper reads “The End.” Cindy-Cindy Relly Did you see what’s on the tele? Broken hearts, and slippers shattered Broken record, same old pattern Boy meets...

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Like a vampire wakes in the darkness so awakens the old GOP For they hunger to feed on the taxes then like rodents, they scatter and flee They ignore and avoid all their voters who can never provide what they need Like the donors who send them the dollars satisfying their hunger and greed So they slashed all...

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More than those who swim well, more than those struggling not to drown— I want to meet you, who no longer breathes at the bottom of the water. Rather than those who speak as if they understand, I want to hear the words of someone who truly knows how it ends. Among the living, there is no one I wish to meet anymore— only half-hearted, liars, not even dead. How much water did you...

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Day Of The Dead Do you celebrate the dead? They are laid to rest. For those who live in the spirit world. Have you seen the painted skull girl? A celebration of those we have lost. They are not forgotten. Let’s have a feast. Lay roses at their feet. Put on the music. Drink into the sun set. This is our tradition. Raise a candle, they are...

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Dead Sense Noiseless Words Sneak Out Of Dumb Whimsy To Flatten On The Screen. (What-Ever Isn't Fast Enough To Escape:) Splat! Did It Make A Sound? -Gray Squirrel 05-15-2025...

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Mother whispered stories from the start, Of the day that etched her heart. A newborn cry, her tears flowed free, Tears of joy—for that cry was me. The family gathered, throwing their bids, Choosing a name to crown her kid. A title stamped upon my brow, A world of promise awaited somehow. Then comes a day, stark and bare, When life no longer lingers...

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In a dream being chauffeured to where? I do not know where? the silence stifling still as the night, stars glowing… but the chauffeur, driving heedless to my faith – Jesus is dead, he speaks like a bullhorn going off in my mind, grief surrounds me but the dream comes to life… “He is ALIVE!” I say it, my voice amplified WHO IS THIS MAN? my mind enters the war...

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The scriptures whisper of silent tombs/ Of wisdom buried, lost in gloom/ But I rise, carved from the night/ A witness to the truths concealed in blight/ They say the grave is thoughtless dust/ Where knowledge falters, fades to rust/ Yet voices linger past the veil/ The echoes of the lost prevail/ For darkness harbors secrets deep/ And silent lips still stir and speak/ Their...

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Belief takes no root, Unless the hand lends its strength, Life the truest proof. ©bfa050225 ...

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Of then, Smoke of a squandered summer morn The barrel of a summer afternoon And the spittle of the soundless shots of the stars within a summer eve Homeless homage, tainted talent awaits to watch and berate Wilting wonders to wound a heart the size of a horse Hoarse to mourn the drowning drought of the mellow monnow To drown the...

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Sing softly, whispers are loud , they Talk silently,words shout, Advice not ,sound irritates , Comfort not ,my ears ache , Hush!just be quiet ! ...

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we can never affirm;"God is dead,"!because he was truly never born... PS disagreeing with Nietzsche...

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He slips the noose around her slender neck Cloaked and masked with heavy breath He can't help but be obsessed All the dolls hangin' around - pretty little lies that make not a sound The poison of passion imagined as they are undressed. The dead in their eyes is magnificent Ivory skin - chill to win Realm of the dark, lips apart,...

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