Dies Poems - Poems about Dies

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Another Day Fades and Dies

Softly, the sun shimmers with golden glimmers  
as a sanguine sunset dances a marvelous minuet.
Past the time of twilight skies, another day slowly dies, 
only to be reborn again on tomorrow's misty morn. 
With the warmth of radiant rays, Sol deftly displays 
Dawn's luminous light in place of celestial starlight.

When a Shining Star dies

We seem to be losing our famous entertainers so fast. Its not that they can last forever. But its that they must finish their talent in Heaven, where they can rest. The best part is that their recorded music lasts a life time.  However, their bodiily existence is gone and we can't see them

Funny How a Room Dies

     Funny how a room dies

        First it’s off to college
        Then out into the world
        Blink twice, there’s marriage
        Into the abyss,

As the Crow Dies

Look down at me 
From thy beak
Give me thou crow like stare
Feed my fear 
With darkened glare
Feathers erased by air

Pages many
Thy secrets held
Our hubris was a trap
Spells dispelled
Thy wings expand
In the night thee flap

Moon in sky
This is thy realm
Dark spirits are afloat
 A cursed bird
No friends or foe
Never to sing a note

Books in piles
Will not

a soul less killer dies

he didn’t blink
when the light caught his face—
just stared like a dog too long in the rain.

no prayers,
no cries,
no family on the concrete bench.

he killed for sport,
like swatting flies—
and still the world made room for him.

the guards were tired,
the chaplain bored.
death smelled like disinfectant and steel.

he coughed once.
then again.
then silence.

nobody wept—
not even the devil.

In a room with four walls, where light dies like a trapped butterfly

In a room with four walls, where light dies like a trapped butterfly,
stands a mirror, a glass doll, with silver lashes that lie beautifully,
it whispers to me that I am enough, that my shadow dances, that I am not lost,
with sweet words, poisoned honey, telling me I have purpose, that I'm not behind,
that the world

A Bad Day For Todd

Not all poems are happy
Some are sad and some are sappy
This poem is so odd
It's about a boy whose name was Todd

Todd has hair that is very ginger
He wears a ring right on his finger
His skin is so so soft and fair
He wears sunglasses everywhere

Today Todd's day was awfully horrid
He woke up and he burnt

A Nurse Dies in a Far Away Land

The leather tethers kept loosening.
I had to pull at them until
they dug into your body
binding you to a rocking cross.

It was all for nothing
you died snapping at unseen knives,
arching up, bending time into
frozen waves.

You once said you were Irish/Scots,
Appalachian.
You called yourself: Applachan.
Sinewy girl --- wiry poppy stems
in you, and engine oil
to soften tenacious roots.

The fever

Musk is a Farley's Rusk

Demagogue not pedagogue

Aghast & agog

Perfidious insidious fog

Reeks of the past

Slog through the smog

Musk seeks to flog

Earth & its serfs

Downed & drowned

In his dystopian bog

Even starry nights

Elon’s neon satellites

Seedier media perch

Utter nutter besmirch

Thriving in the gutter

Conniving depriving church

Vex "X" & Tech T-Rex hex

Or next bogus Rogan

Bogan slogans prevails

Alpha male tales derails

Sod the planet’s scars

Cruise trips to

A Poet Dies and is Bored with Heaven

I lounge about, walk about, crocking
a hymn of praise or two.

Heaven, is heavenly,
or is it a fake and fanciful heaven
created
for fanciful and fake poets?

I sit by a sweetly flowing stream'
a host of gay vividly colorful flowers
speak to me
in the high-falutin language
of antique songs.

It is wonderfully wonderful,
yet I am bored,
bored with the supranormal
and the ethereal nature

INCIDENT FAKE YOLANDA NICHOLSEN DIES FATALITIES AND INJURIES IN A HYUNDAI

INCIDENT YOLANDA NICHOLSEN WAS DRIVING A HYUNDIA ACCENT WESTBOUND ON SR 326 HER CAR CROSSED THE CENTER LINE AND SIDE SWIPED A DODGE RAM PICKUP TRUCK TRAVELING EASTBOUND THE HYUNDAI THEN STRUCK A FORD 250 PICKUP TRUCK ALSO IN THE EAST BOUND LANE THE FORD OVERTURNED ON ITS ROOF AND THE DODGE STOPPED ON THE

When someone dies

I want you all to rejoice, this is not my end.
I'm starting to transition, to see family and friends.
All my sorrows and my pain will soon be left behind.
Any suffering is done here, I will soon be fine.
Soon I will begin to see people gone before me.
My Lord has blown the trumpet, that will set

first love never dies

first love never dies
its flames rage loose in the wind
ashes smolder still
as fire rampages untamed
scorching fragile hearts blue-black

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