Death Life Poems - Poems about Death Life

“Death is the last chapter in time, but the first chapter in eternity.” – Author unknown Life Lived, now- departed. Souls gathered at - cemetery graves. Spirits now free, and at peace. To rest. Death ...

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teeter-tot upward shot he was here now he's not i'm life's spark i take flight from the dark to the light a see-saw old grandpa weakened heart brand new start...

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same sky as years pass planets in sync as always with or without me...

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~a dark void in the soul - a pain that is difficult to see ~ ...

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Life has nothing to do with every chapter The book pages you scan and read The waves on the shore that breaks You both see them and witness It's never ending story everyday Death is synonymous word with passing You may have all the things in life After all what you have experience The things you have will remain as it is When your...

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Would that I could consider this departure A pleasure trip to lands with beautiful sights. Traveling for betterment of mind and spirit A place you go…and come back you might. I wish I could imagine you will answer each letter that I write, or pick up the phone when I dial, making your absence lose its...

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On the day you die, what would you leave upon this earth? Is what you treasure temporal, or of true, eternal worth? What is left? A well-filled house? A closet full of clothes? And influence that spreads as far as only Yahweh knows? Would you leave a tidy Bible on the shelf displayed? Or would you leave it open on...

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I've carried time like a coffin — an eternity. Feels heavier than dark gravity Devotion that cruel peculiarity; in me, it shattered — clarity now it's just deathly polarity. Structured, then... infirmity Silence bloated with verbosity! Thank you expendability to reach low generality; close my chest cavity With immensurability, blessed by fate's absurd decree I kiss the edge of certainty. My unthinkability — death offers no pity, It's...

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There is a game we all must play Without the slightest hope of winning. It doesn't cease at end of day, From start to end, it's one long inning. The game observes no rules, no guidelines, Though there well may be a master plan, Much like a game of "Cat and Mouse", Or "Tag", or maybe "Catch Me If You Can". No one...

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A tyrant, though he’s feared, he also fears: A symmetry of horror unites them all. Unleashed, a dragon that forever nears, And he, as all the rest, it soon may maul. A tyrant rides a tiger, yet he knows It is not love that keeps him in that place; And that which comes, it just as swiftly goes; The claws of retribution...

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Evilly absurd, Bombing lives doesn’t win peace; Just wishful power:- War and peace are antonyms. You can’t make them synonyms:- War can not bring peace, Just collateral damage, And high death rates:- Peace comes with labors of love, Nourished by God’s healing grace:- War only knows hate, Bombing homes, schools, and churches, Filled with peaceful lives:- When will this world ever be A world rooted in love’s peace?! ...

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Across the wandering life’s dynamic landscape, the tortuous highway in the undulating topography winds with the wheel of time to the hazy future, I traverse following the unseen course of destiny. Transient rainbow arches dreams onto the eyes, changes color in the halcyon horizon, I see. The scenic mind suffuses the perception of fulfillment, life then becomes a...

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To God we belong And to Him we shall return Here and afterlife....

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Forget the night’s storm when you get out of bed. Forget lightning and thunder the way the house trembled Forget your deepest fears that the world would end, Open your eyes. Embrace the kiss of fresh air. Revel in the sight of the early sun. Welcome the reflections of drops on succulent grass— o how a touch of rain brings new life. (Folding mirror form) ...

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An angel sent to visit us on Earth, The realm of bliss to this of grinding woe; What must she think to dwell in love's sad dearth? But angels need not think, for all they know. Perhaps she knows the meaning of it all, And softly beats her wings to sooth our cries; Perhaps she knows that mortal crises fall, And all...

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