Death Life Poems - Poems about Death Life

When you feel your heart pulsating, just imagine it with your hand opening and closing. The pumps are alive and make you feel human. Drop one finger and the beats are still there and just need a break from the outside influence. Drop another finger and see how it feels like palpitation. Drop the thumb...

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"The more in science we advance, The more do we grow," you say; Still, Nature's love, abundance Forgive us all in every way. She lessons us to endure Just like the green grasses do; We, humans, can't all ensure; We fail to remain pure and true. Time's supposed to take all away; She teaches all how to accept; Rise and fall, the night and the...

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Improv is an unscripted comedy form. Starting with an idea for a sketch, actors interact with each other, making up things as they go. As one person responds to another, “No, but…” squashes spontaneity, while “Yes, and…” builds the banter, propelling witty action forward. Quick and clever dialogue promises even more to come. Then, after finding an apt ending, a brand-new sketch can begin. Our lives are...

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As morose as it may sound I know I’m really just another Death row man. No, I’m not locked away For a crime I have done. I’m free, But that doesn’t mean I’m still not on that row. And that also doesn’t mean There isn’t some crime I could have done That would have me lock away and unfree. I’m sure there are stacks of...

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At The Dawn of My Time The Light shone so brightly it blinded my sight But with its warmth and promise of opportunity I reveled in the notion of optimism and its delight He lurked behind my back Staying out of my site, I hardly knew He was there Silently watching, waiting, looking over my shoulder But in my youth, I barely...

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Shudder not, for it’s the language of Death. Who’s next? —it asks Going from house to house, Both of marble and mud It cares not Nor fears man, rich or poor, Warrior or coward, Whose nest it visits, His cold arms ready for embrace, Ready to snatch Life is just but one lugubrious journey On sea or on land or on air, Which must end with the...

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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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So many days have passed Too many to count Not that I would want to know But the thing to remember The more days behind me The fewer there are ahead But I’m not afraid of that last day Maybe I will spend that day drinking Or I may find another way to be in trouble I can be sure of one thing: I...

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If I should die quite suddenly Don't grieve, my dear. Don't cry for me I've waited, oh, so fervently From bonds of life to be set free This world is not how it should be Today the Lord has heard my plea Don't mourn for me I've been set free Don't stand too long around my grave For death is friend and not a...

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I looked upon this life—so vast, so small; We chase the skies, yet crumble when we fall. I sought the world, its glory and its gold; But all shall end, no treasure can we hold. We wish to live, to stretch our numbered days; Yet death walks close, quietly in silent ways. I weep sometimes— for the weight much to bear; My...

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Death bids me welcome Into his tended garden Where quiet plots of bramble clots House names now long forgotten. Engravings faded, darkened serifs Tower over brighter plaques Sooted over gentleman Look down on neater blacks. Beneath Death’s open garden There nods no congregation A concert hall of empty audience Unseen by stage commotion. Their sandstone cradle cots Swaddled in lichen sheets Are emptied of their...

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The essence of life Once one leaves Is not worldly possessions Nor wealth achieved It is the life’s that were touched Along the way Love given and received In hearts that will stay Special memories created Remain in hearts and mind To comfort and console The ones left behind ...

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Years of growth, years of wonder. Years of thought, years of plunder. Years of dreaming, years of hopes. Years of late nights, years of beers. Years of baggage, years of stress. Years of commitments, years of doubts. Years of love, years of responsibilities. Years of pressure, years of strain. Years of mortgage, years of pain. Years of fatigue, years of wine. Years of laughter, years...

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life is a book in the beginning you hold it in your hands new, fresh, unblemished it is only potential who knows what dreams it holds? at the end you look back at a story, cherished you hate to put it down it's sad to realize it's over it was wonderful, but... so different from the story you imagined when you picked it up...

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Every human thinks they are immortal, It is the wretched curse of all mortals, It’s a constant game of Russian roulette. Now if I was a smart betting woman, I would wager all on meeting death, But I am not a smart betting woman. I am a child in love with playing god, I live in the life unending facade. I fear no...

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