Death. Poems - Poems about Death.

If every cloud had a Silver Lining... If lightning were only illumination... and our story together had a happy ending -- then, I would write, only Happy Faces. But, pencil points break a tear marks a page indelible will not accept a word, tears with every new impression attempted -- I read a poem, a little while ago; a sad poem...and your memory returned -- A grave is so...

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A Directional Curse The first time I heard “Go to hell.” where it seemed not just an aimless curse but a direction. The empty soul in bright orange; couldn’t miss him, but they aim to. No emotions, just a fly on the wall on sticky tape. He can’t escape the familys’ words - they will be heard. One father moved the lectern to face the beast, to chastise him to his face. One mother preached with scripture...

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… Disperazione. Questa conosciuta. Piovra, s’avventa! Tentacoli. Strade. Nessuna corretta. … Dio. Questo conosciuto. Faro, acceca! Raggio. Sentiero. Occlusa la meta. … Alcol. Questo conosciuto. Sedativo, addormenta! Ebbrezza. Sosta. Tutto si ferma. … Il sogno. Questo conosciuto. Preservativo, attenua! Risveglio. Partenza. Verso la Belva. … ...

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Legends leave one by one time decrees Beyond day beyond night beyond sight Yet still here memory let's them live ...

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Deceit's bitter taste lingers like burial rice cooked in familiar space The sharp edge of betrayal cuts deep from within, a wound that never heals Innocence fades like pencil marks erased as life's indelible script unfolds The ground beneath our feet will be our roof a somber truth we cannot escape Loyalty's test lies in water's gentle flow yet...

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Not once did I blink, Afraid your gaze would fade at twilight’s brink, Drowning silent in your soundless sea, Begging the world to let me be, Even if death walks next to me. No past to flee, No future to believe, Only you — a shadow near, Clutching time in a crystal tear. I won’t let go of your hand, Though skies might break and...

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A billion dollars can buy a bushel of silence and two for death hectares of prime farmland or champagned private jets It can buy a turd in stilettos and a pyrite hearted mistress. A billion bucks can buy you a secondhand spaceship or an endless good run of wall street luck it can buy a bloated lip- plastic...

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A blackbird flies before the moon, A life shall pass away; A death, a bird, Together stirred, Fused in a lunar ray; The wings of a fate falling soon. ...

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I took a long drive down to Harbinger Row Where the grass is all dead and the flowers won't grow Where the people and their pets are now long gone And an icy cold wind whispers till the dawn On certain nights you can hear the spirits cry Under a pale-blue moon or a blood-red sky They suffer and anguish...

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Diving deep in the pond of the sub-consciousness I die every night, you die every night too This is our way of rejuvenating the body This may sound crazy, eerily or even spooky, However, this is absolutely or definitely true Our body makes a special trip to correct the mess Which takes place from a certain time to the other We die...

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The women fell upon the bodies of the dead, clearing blindfolds for one last look upon their face. Shot, against a carmine wall, no matter how they pled. So now they mourn them through a veil of blackened lace. A mother presses lips upon a virgin son; a bride, in bloodstained white, whispers; she is to be; a sister screams, at...

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I don’t have to remind you. Yesterday is behind you. Temporary is the time these bodies will hold the spirit inside you. Whether you are a millionaire or broke and in debt. Life has a beginning middle and end. It’s those three points that we try to make our friend. Since our timer starts when...

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In the beginning two lovers were born In the campus parking lot behind the student union They clung together for 60 years Until one day my wounded bird knew Her broken hip would not allow her to fly again I was too old and weak to pick her up off the floor When she fell...she said she wanted to go to...

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It might be a city of paradise in Bosnia, Its memories are as fragile as a vase The horrors and tears stained on the canvas of time And it's something that no one forgets. With a child snatched from his mother, Begging her to pray for his soul As fear ascends like a dark cloud Standing in line and awaitng the...

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Uninvited death slowly entered during her illness Engulfing her old, frail body Slowly and higher came the stillness Which at any time can affect anybody Night's embrace grows colder with each breath, While the clouds drift on a somber quest, Even time pauses at the doorstep of death, Holding her moments in an eternal rest. I knew I had died when the...

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