Dies Poems - Poems about 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...

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Funny how a room dies First it’s off to college Then out into the world Blink twice, there’s marriage Into the abyss,...

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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...

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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. ...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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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I know on the inside, I’m crying. I know on the inside, I’m begging for you back. I know on the inside, my heart still longs for you. But I also know, when I’m happy, you’re happy. I also know that, even though you act like you won't, I know you will cherish those memories, and that love and happiness, just like before, and just like I do...

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With my last rays s m e a r i n g the sky like apricot jelly, I shine bitter-sweetly on ...

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A new intern, nervy, eager. Old guy in bed - terminal ticket to wherever. He opens his eyes, points a trembling finger to something or other, then speaks. "Google me." The young Doctor only watches TikTok for the cat videos... This facile observation, is not a metaphor for anything at all. ...

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