Death Song Poems - Poems about Death Song

I wanna die now I wanna die Does it really come as a surprise Look me in my eyes do you despise Me cause I wanna die What's the view like after death I wonder If it's even any better or if we're under Exactly the same sky with just a different filter Will it matter if I do things any different Why should...

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muddy waters recede give up beloved dead recovered appalachian songs eternal...

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A corpse isn't done when it's still We could provide it a thrill With will there's a way To play one more day Provided someone pays the bill...

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("Beam Me Up" - photo by CJ Earle, 2015) Mountain Death Song beam me up I've been waiting for a miracle beam me up I've been waiting just for you beam me up I've been waiting for this moment beam me up for there's nothing more to do beam me up over the rainbow or down a rabbit hole beam me up beyond the...

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I lost a friend so long ago Back in the juvenile years of life To witness death, too young, But Universe thought it wise To show death to a child. I saw her laid in a box covered with lively flowers And lifeless notes of goodwill Against my cheeks, I felt Two hot springs crawl, I wondered how can anyone Be...

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Purple boots, he said the odd phrase clanging in his head Purple boots, he'd bled E'er since a poor boy had tread in those colors for his warrior gang Purple boots, he nearly sang as bullets strafed him the odd phrase to caskets clanged...

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Can you hear the whispers brought on by the wind storming? Carried true by the harpers, the tale the howls are forming? Came a knock at the farmer's door, a mailed fist with a fate to turn. A sob, a wail, a call to war, a boy, a son, home soon to yearn. Soon a soldier strode from youth, to the beat of the...

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I've been working in the crematory, All the livelong sob story, Can’t you hear the gas jets breathing? Play too close and you’ll get urned. Plus we only queue up two-a-day, So you could really mess us up, too. Till six o’clock when on the dot, The valves are turned to plumb true, The breathing stops, Yabadabadoo....

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Air of twilight hour resonated in the silence of death, I heard it compose the requiem for my final breath. When at dawn the cadence of the symphony would stop, you would find me in the transfixed glimmer of dewdrop. Written : September 15, 2020 Stanza taken from poem : Requiem For The Final Breath Contest : Rithimus Divisa...

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How? -- Pow When? -- Then Where? -- There Why? -- Die Who? -- You...

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Dying alone, a forgotten song Last lyric unsung —muted and gone (Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2017)...

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Verse 1 Stranger rode into town, A stern look on his face, Gave thought to his grim task, Sworn duty on his mind and dismounted. Verse 2 Examined his two six guns, Moseyed to hotel bench, At noon stood and with care, Tied holster to his...

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To meet death head on, You need but a song —to carry you on your way The words needn’t matter If the melody flatters —to be hummed by the people who stay To meet death head on, You need only one song —that your children may sing out of tune Because the years they go fast, Only memories last ...

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The helmsman sings a merry song: Haec est vera fraternas, and downs a cup of something strong, Hick, vera, hick, hick, fraternas. The sailors dance a lusty jig, forsaking sails, crow's nest and rig. Young princes and their ladies fair join in the drunken helmsman's air: Haec est vera fraternas. Commoners with nobles prance. Friars and laymen, how they dance! The jester sports a broken lance, a...

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Brick by brick she stumbled and crumbled, one roped to my ankle, as I drown- She sits as I stand. ...

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