Death Free Verse Poems

Cuts are comforting.
They remind me of death.
The sweet embrace of,
Death.
Reminding myself,
I’m one deep cut away.
 from his cold love.
His love is for eternity.
a timeline of...

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Nothing 

I’m nothing.
I always have been.
Just a whisper in the air,
Begging to be someone,
To be there.
Nothing,
This poem is nothing.
Because nothing wrote it.
Everything I feel is...

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In my journey across the plain plateau of life, 
stalled in the undulating landscape,
the course of the designated track 
as ordained, I don’t lose.
The hazards...

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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...

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La Mezzanotte.
"Io non sono un poeta…".
Ricordo.
"Questa non è poesia…".
…
"Scempi…".
I Rumori.
"Deliri…".
Melodie.
"Io non sono un poeta…".
…
"Questa non è poesia…".
Il Nero.
"Scempi…".
Inchiostro.
"Deliri…".
…
"Io non sono un poeta…".
La Maschera.
"Questa non è...

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Behold the time is no longer near;
It is now. I have shouted, I have whispered,
And still, you do not hear.
Let the one with ears listen

For...

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The lifeless bullets bound as captive predator 
in the restive barrels of the cold guns of war,
chilling cold as the brutal shadow of death, 
waiting...

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On that day,
the heavens split in silence,
and from the void descended a clock,
not of metal, not of clay,
but of time’s very flesh,
beating between us
like a...

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Perhaps my being
is merely a mistake of silence,
a daring dream of the universe,
born in a moment of cosmic hesitation.
And yet I,
in my fragile innocence,
try to...

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Perhaps my truth
does not lie in shapes or outlines,
but in the empty spaces between them,
in the unbearable distance
between myself and my reflection,
between all that I...

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Time does not flow within me,
but rather,
it is only a frozen smoke,
a mist trapped between my thoughts
and the forgetfulness that always lurks.
I feel its shadow
treading...

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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...

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"la monde saigne is French but in any language the world is bleeding"

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I gatti dimagriscono
finché il topo squittisce.

…
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alone in the quietude of nature
that fills me with serenity
though crows in trees are a disturbance
their grating noise an irritation
I follow a path to where...

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