Died Poems - Poems about Died

The Day the Country Died November 22, 1963 three pm e.s.t fifth grade pa speaker clicks on “today, at one pm c.s.t President Kennedy shot he is dead” our young substitute teacher gasps then starts to cry we are silent school is dismissed early buses home, no one speaks our country has changed ...

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You were gone before we noticed your light, Glittering golden in the night skies. Your brilliance could not stir our sight, Yet you're not forgotten come sunrise. Glittering golden in the night skies, Illuminating with an already dead glow. Yet you're not forgotten come sunrise— Only discovered once you let go. Illuminating with an already dead glow, You still make an impact after all...

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The flowers died on Monday The ones that’s showed up at my door I say that I love you “I’ll always love you more” We sit and watch my favorite show “You spoiled it, I already know” We say goodnight and go to bed “Without you I’m filled with dread” We wake up and go to work “When I come home I’ll...

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The simple, spontaneous man died he died suffering, but happy as he always was; he knew the spiritual value of "putting more water on the beans" He knew how to forgive and ask for forgiveness... He knew how to gather and welcome those in need of bread and light! good friend, amigo, hermano, fratello GOD IS WITH YOU !...

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daddy died alone in his home ashtrays with cigarette butts completely hoarded his deathbed the smell of smoke almost immediately made my eyes turn red i regret the 15 years since i last saw him however i choose not to trip daddy died alone in his home i have a quiet conversation with him in the wee hours of the morning i...

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She was a pariah In her own family Two angry parents Said “I wish you had died” She was two But she got the message They were angry Because her surgery cost them money...

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After the last note of the concerto, after the thunderous applause, after the presentation flowers, after the congratulations of her admirers behind the curtain, she walks still smiling quickly to her dressing room where alone she sheds bitter tears for the missed notes and that too muddled passage where her music fell short of the perfection she had rehearsed in her head. The conductor knocks gently at her...

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I am not a died poet, Don't see me quit, I have a lot to do, which keeps me far to write, But I haven't stop writing, poems still loading in my hurt, Not only in hurt, poems come even at night. So! My readers, give me your time, Sorry for my disappear, for not publish my rhymes, Soon...

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When you left, I was in pain. When you left, I was in sorrow. Though I was still smiling, I was still laughing, and having fun. That was only outside. Because on the inside, that’s where I died, and I was never revived....

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I used to slit my arms open like I was peeling fruit—careful, slow, watching the skin give way like wet paper. The box cutter blade was dull, sticky from God knows what—maybe dried glue, maybe someone else’s blood—but it still did the job. I’d carve so deep the fat would bloom up like egg whites...

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The flowers died on Monday, The ones that lay next to her bed They pulled the plug on Monday, The roses shrivelled up and dead....

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TODAY I'M STAYING IN MY FAITH WITNESSING CORRUPTION BULLY ME FOR WITNESSING THE PLOTTING OF AN ARSON RESULTING IN 9 PERSONS BEING BURNED ALIVE OTHERS FROM SMOKE INNERLATIION NO AIR PRAYING THEIR FAMILIES HAVE CLOSURE ESPECIALLY MAGDALENE MY PRAYERS ARE WITH HER THE FACT THAT THE GARGANO CRIME FAMILY PAID CODE ENFORCEMENT SINCE HIS...

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Feeling your heart and soul In their moment of death It takes everything out of you You can't even draw a breath It feels like the world stopped Yet your head's spinning still You're suffocating in air Your lungs refuse to fill As the shock wears off You drop to your knees The pain hits all at once As you are begging, please Begging her not to...

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The dark very deep Many are afraid of it Few find the courage To navigate through it Many were lost in it Some died from the fear of it. Some name it evil and more The suffering and pains Shame, hate and more There's beauty in the dark It shapen and strengthen Many call's it magic Base on their own awareness and actions. Beautiful is...

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We ate the ones who died But we did not murder them We had to survive, right? I stared at the surviving member of the Donner party Did she not know Two native American guides with them had been murdered For food? Not wanting to cause her any more anguish, I did not correct her....

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