Death Introspection Poems

By Little Steps
By little steps
The world engulphs us,
Day by day
Dawn to dusk
As our better Angels follow
With silent tread unseen
Their firey wheels
All full of eyes
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death will soon reclaim ~
our mindless mind game...

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  "Yalto Form"

"It is said, that we are born from a quiet sleep 
and that at death we slips into a calm awakening."

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Her spring returns to me, in death,
I shed a tear, alone, 
for the weeping blossoms,
in the knowledge a moon will rise again,
before the rhythm of...

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Easily known is the cause of death
But the true reason for living
Remains for most of us hidden
Blown by the wind of our last breath...

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Listening to what the world is telling, what the bird chirps mean, and where the truth lies in the words of others

Inspecting my thoughts and...

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If the LORD is my Lamb
I'll shepherd Him back

To a world that has lost Him from their sight
as we've often sunbathed and sailed without giving...

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How sweet the sorrow
How deep the void 
We go on with one less tale of footprints in the sand beside us. 
With wishful eye is...

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know when death knocks it will brook no delay ~
may we nonchalantly take it as play...

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 "God sent neither a philosopher or a general,
but a savior with the power to forgive."

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We see feeble form decay
and death will soon have its way,
which makes tremulous heart sigh,
at our wasted life gone by.

Scriptures affirm God exists
but lingering doubt...

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here we go again
conjuring fear demons
from which to seek reprieve 
we then manifest gods and angels
assigning imaginary attributes
to the opposing polarities 
in this lucid dream

as...

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Along the path of life I wandered

Then taking time I sat and pondered

The decisions made without knowing

Of which direction I was going

With introspection to my...

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A thief, a murderer, an arsonist
Before all these I was someone’s child
An embezzler, a liar, a con artist
Before all this I had big hopes and...

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Our Stolen Days

The given days we take,
Childlike, heedless of consequence.
We swallow them as our due,
Our entitled share of happiness
Or, at least, consideration of the stake
Each...

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