Dying Poems - Poems about Dying

While We Were Dying You cannot know what it is like Facing death at an early age. Too young to understand We were sacrificial. We held the hands of our dying young. Mere boys in their prime, diminished To gaunt, fear filled shadows Of their former vibrance. You looked away, we did not matter. You were fine, this did not touch...

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Death and Dying Horn Haiku Getting to the point where there is hardly any left hanging around. should be pretty soon none no longer will be here who can call the role heaven will be best by God who to we confessed were all put to rest...

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She will never tell a soul that she will die. She tells everyone, even the people closest to her, that what they found will be curable, at least mostly. Her brother, her friends, her boyfriend, and her extended family will be stuck with the lies until she takes her last breath. After she is gone....

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There is another girl I know. She loves to people-watch during the time she has to waste, and when she has no time at all. There is a girl that I know who rests her feet on a bench, with her knees tucked tightly to her chest. There is a girl that I know who...

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I’m no one, she thinks and smiles to herself – imagining when the world looks at her they see gray hair and wrinkles, sagging skin and dentures those little things that remember she has turned the corner on her fifties soon she’ll be in her sixties… dear heart, where has the time gone? it was only yesterday or a few years back, in the...

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I reach for you in crowded rooms, yet find only air, Your absence lingers like a ghost that refuses to spare. Once, your laughter filled the silence between my words, Now, even echoes refuse to be heard. I whisper your name in the dark, but only shadows reply, The stars used to dance for us, now they just sigh. My heart...

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Rushing into the battlefield with all the might, No turning back, fighting for what is right. For the country, for the motherland, Those hundreds for thousands, with rifles in their hand. They have nothing, but memories of their loved ones, All for their dearest motherland. When we sleep in cozy beds, They sleep on cold-stricken ground When we eat heartily, they...

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If there’s no sense in dying Than what’s the sense in living If both conditions are The same, than it makes sense For lovers life is special It’s based on recognition That’s where I belong, love says This is my soul I see Forever after it goes on In its eternal spin The real love is never gone It always there within We never die, and...

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What hurts more than the fact I didn’t get to say goodbye Is the fact They’ll never see what I become....

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Living and dying, juxtaposed realities; life's cradles and graves:-...

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everybody’s dying everybody’s dying, everybody’s dying in this world we call insane and nobody knows it, ‘cause it’s part of the game and there is no resurrection once we fall down from that cross and there is no institution to redeem our final loss ...

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I'M REALLY SORRY TO HEAR THAT WE HAD SO MANY LAUGHS ON EVER SUBJECT BOY THE FBI SCRATCHED THIER HEADS LISTENING TO US 7 YEARS RIGHT SOMETIMES I WISH I COULD ORDER THOSE TAPES FROM JUNE 1985 TO DECEMBER 1992 WOW NECT STOP FLORIDA REMEMERING I ORDERED TJOSE TEDDY BEARDS ON OHIO THE KIDS...

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A flick of the wrist, a casual release, We label it 'trash,' find momentary peace. Yet whispers rise from a world in slow decline, A burden building, a tangled, choking vine. Our Mother Earth, once vibrant, strong, and free, Now stumbles, gasping, for all the world to see. Her painted landscapes, exquisite and so deep, Are fading fast, as sorrow starts to...

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God below us now With each as all there is And miracle, a sudden word, ...

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I long to lead you to the psychosis of your existence; toward the ill repute of your identity, something amiss reaches for meaning. I would rather wish you gone before too much is said. I would rather wish you gone before too much is said. I long to lead you to the thorny wire crawling around my limbs, or...

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