Die Out Poems - Poems about Die Out

Matrix Fleece

Since they obtained the matrix fleece
Our fates were redesigned 
Although we didn’t ask for this
No purpose was defined
From human smell to robot dust
Is that a great escape?
What’s good for them, is bad for us
Back to the age of ape
And further on, through maze of time
And maybe backwards too 
What has become of us and why
I

I would let him die

I would see him die, rather than saving him.

I don't know what his life could be after he dies, or if he would be saved.

If someone dies, that person is remembered, would be praised for his good deeds, or criticized for words he never meant in that way.

But I will have the thought that he

Where the wildflowers grow

When i die,
Lay me by
Where the wildflowers grow

Then as I lay,
You can pray
For my presence to ‘round you flow

And as winter calls,
And the ice falls
And makes my grassy mound rise with snow

Let spring bloom,
Flowers on my tomb
Grow in the sun’s heat and the wind’s gentle blow

As summer rises,
Bringing heat to new sizes
And away my spirit

SPIRIT THAT REFUSE TO DIE

Silent prayers swallowed by fear
Behind cold walls and guarded gates
Voices crushed beneath heavy boots
Lives erased in whispered hate.

Families torn, dreams confined
Faith hunted like a fading flame
Eyes that plead for freedom’s light
Caught in endless pain.

The world watches, silent, still
As hope flickers, barely alive
But their spirit, though battered
Refuses ever to die.

To Die is to Live

To Die is To Live

To die is to live in a life more complete
Where sorrow and joy in eternity meet
It's not just the, but a sacred release,
A journey to stillness, a moment of peace.

To die is to rise from the weight of the clay,
To step out of time and be swept far away.
The chains of

We Pass out Every Night

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

We Die A Little

We die a little bit
Each day and each night
As we live every minute
Gleeful or glum under the light.

We die in our sleep
And rise again if we’re lucky
And blessed. This is deep
Few people are truly canny or savvy.

Believe not in all the glitters
When it’s time to go or to depart
Gravity behaves like deadly creatures.

We die every

DON'T TELL ME I WILL DIE

Don't tell me I will die
For I know I will die

Why tell the bird it will fly?
Why tell the neonate it will cry?

Nature designed these things to be
And I need no third eye to see
And know that they’re meant to be

But you stretch your staff to the sky
And tell me that my people will cry
Because

What if I?

If I turn into ashes....
Would you try to find?
When I fall asleep forever
Or will I leave this world forever
Would you still try to find me?
In what?
Would you try to find me even if my body turns into ashes and disappears into the air.....
Or in the stars cuz i was always told when people die become

The Spirit That We All Have Access To So That We Can Live Or Die For Eternity

 The Spirit of kindness,hope,love,concern,empathy,wisdom,perservence,,and many more of the same kind helps us to live for eternity in "Heaven or in Hell"! These are "The Real Spirits" that we really have access to: and along with that given fact there are "Spirits That Have Access To Us All"; They are; "The Spirit of hatred,anxiety,jealousely,envy,and many

If I Should Die

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

One day we live, love, and die, in a labyrinth of illusions and lies

One day we live, love, and die, in a labyrinth of illusions and lies,
Each waits, without time to choose among the shadows that creep in,
Truth wanders like a lost echo through the crumpled pages of the world,
Despair feeds on deep silences, like a bottomless well.
One day we give new names to old thoughts, like a

The mind and wing

A small bug walks just like a thief,
It does not know pain, it does not know grief.
It does not ask, “Why am I here?”
It lives its life without a fear.

The bug runs when the light is strong,
But it forgets—it moves alone.
It does not think of life or death,
It only feels the light, the breath.

But I

Playful Scene

Act one had just begun
on the day we met
how was I to know the die was cast
and the stage was set

Act two what was I to do
when you stole my soul
who'd have guessed the part was mine
and I would play a leading role

Act three now you're with me
I put my heart into all I do
should

In the depths of my silence, where shadows are born and die quietly

In the depths of my silence, where shadows are born and die quietly,
An unseen war is hidden, sculpted in scars and memories,
With wounds that have never shown, yet burn like a smoldering fire,
Fighting with myself, an endless battle between me and me.
My strength has dissipated like a dream in the harsh morning light,
A demon trapped

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