Deathbeds Poems - Poems about Deathbeds

...So just a man human frail..Now confronted and really Aware of a veil..' No real power no real plan, yet the thought Of what has been happening? Over a fifty year span.? I Not from a truly religio......

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...Friends tell each other how they feel with relative ease and frequency, Siblings wait for a more convenient time, —like their deathbeds. Anonymous After t......

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...Gray wings at the edge of a threadbare blue. A feathering that attenuates and denatures. Beneath somber clouds stone angels watch green granite deathbeds crumble in darkening dens. Octob......

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...You are all vehement and gutsy Putting across even the wrong forcefully With vulgarity drawing a bow or curtsy From a righteous man smeared shamefully You care not for truth but to win Teasi......

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...A nation dies when its ideas become slogans nothing is deeply planted or cultivated just notions to be scattered around as exposed hayseeds that fly directionless. When a state is oppressed ......

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...Faded away— and all that is left is the shape of it— the memory. Brown leaves lightly disturbed in their cold deathbeds by your black paws— ears lifted—slanted forward. Your eager stri......

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...At sunrise the heron soars effortlessly upon the breeze waves roll in crashing upon the rocks and beaches rising tides reach high upon the sands then fade away the sun breaks through my window and......

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...In clouds of spring fresh whispy dreams prevail They tell of joy as hope in hearts arise With youthful frolic's yearning wishing wells In fairytales seen through poetic eyes In clouds of summer......

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...The ladder is cold steel and past its days, dulled to a natural grey Yet its rungs still stand strong, stretched over the battered frame See over time, a ravished age, the world has grasped the lad......

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...The sand is stained red with our bygone blood, the blood that brought us from Ararat to the Alti, a tribe trekking intrepidly through the Eurasian terrain, caravans of Caucasians clad with Celtic......

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...Co-empathic passions like hearts with flowers, mothers with soft sunny spring shower days, Develop interdependent webs of both/and intimacy, like bodies with loving minds wrapped around lovin......

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...I have prayed,and prayed hard, for the deaths of 2 people. Lest you think me a criminal, an explanation: one was my mother-in-law, a frail 89 yr. old who had a bad fall. Her organs were already faili......

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...For thus I am entangled in a web of despair! A widow's orb of woven thread. 'Tis a stalker's venom that keeps me there. A visceral poison; paralyzing it spreads. Transformed; tram......

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...Little Men They speak Before thinking They speak After drinking They speak When silence would make them wiser They speak The words of little men Sadly they know not the land of the me......

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...In the mirror, I see my face melt away in shame And, yet I still hunt for game…feeling this shame without a well-thought-out name I hunt you down to catch some inspiration I’m not looking for ......

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