Dying(P) Poems - Poems about Dying(P)

I spoke tonight to a dying star, A flicker frail in endless skies. It burned with all it ever was, A lantern trembling as it dies. I spoke to fire that once was flame, To ancient light now burning thin. I spoke to hours that bore no name, To distant worlds I’ll never win. I asked it how it kept its glow, I asked...

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I lay in the dust turned to mud by the blood of innocents, my name i heard whispered on the sighing breeze of night flahes of somrthing bright illuminated a ruined city. broken buildings like jagged teeth seemed to laugh, screams like banshees filled the sky dropping death down upon the heads of those already dead. What hate must be brewing...

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in snail-pace schizoid Land of the Dying they sometimes bake schnapps biscuits then throw them to black cat eyeing angels appear asking “what about fiscus ?” they reply “we care not, passings near roof leaks, grass not so glitter green new shoots will bloom, Shangri-La we hear!” “all acts account to day of goodbyes, clean fix broken...

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These stairs have wept a million tears walking from parking lot to hospital room Hearts travel them, to meet their worst fears Through shadows and shame, past years Blessed by the memoires who consume These stairs have wept a million tears With the music of a soul ringing in my ears There’s more love and grace than gloom Hearts travel them, to meet...

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A Dying Plant Feeding everyone lies The drama never dies Running away from the root of the problem Too many excuses with no water Always playing the victim under the sun Falling away into a sinkhole You had plenty of chances To make good choices You choose to rebel in dirt A stubborn generation...

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Nick was hurt one bright morn Strokes hit his brain stem, connections were torn They carried him off the rugby field Horror began and an old world was sealed It looked like a coma, but that was a disguise He could only converse by blinking his eyes Locked in, his body would not respond With the outside world, a broken bond. Anger flared,...

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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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