Life Death Poems - Poems about Life Death

I was honored to hold your hand As you looked to walk to the mystery. This simple act was humbling. The last person to be with you As you took your leave Quietly, gracefully toward your death. I did not know you, yet I did. You needed one with you for this. It happened I was there. Aid a life as it enters...

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Red leaf with the stars, falling. Maroon dusk crawling. Twirling last dance! Prettier, livelier than ever before. ...

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Sitting attentively on a rickety park bench My thoughts as deep as an ocean trench People scurrying aimlessly with their daily lives In time they’ll fade too, into the archives I notice a young family, a dog and a cat After they draw a last breath, what awaits after that? Billions departed throughout the lineage of man Bygone times, forgotten lives; been...

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The words we speak can bring life or bring death.. It could be the suicide, of the persons last breath.. Be mindful of your thoughts before you impart.. You never know when, that could finish a heart.. ...

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An angel sent to visit us on Earth, The realm of bliss to this of grinding woe; What must she think to dwell in love's sad dearth? But angels need not think, for all they know. Perhaps she knows the meaning of it all, And softly beats her wings to sooth our cries; Perhaps she knows that mortal crises fall, And all...

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In darkest days, when shadows blended with the earth, And nails hung humanity in its blood-stained hands, While the priests looked on and smiled politely They stole the heart of everyone who saw truth In God’s own Son, yet left the gate wide open for death, And so, we enter the darkest hours, as life...

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The ancient tomes speak of realms we cannot see. Wisdom waits to be rediscovered in forgotten corridors of stone where the past echoes through carvings and symbols. I stand at the threshold between worlds, listening to the rhythm of iron, the whispers of mortality. We are all travellers on this journey, carrying our deeds in...

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a man, aging yet still of play for he, a piano plays he and piano plays he well but die does our aging man for he, dead, yet playing on and piano plays beyond as born is a child born for he, a piano plays he and how plays our child well a gift, piano, barely learned but known in this child as once known in...

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Death Defeated The tomb could not hold Him Death is defeated The promise of new life is fulfilled ...

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As every drop hath magic of its own, And yet within a river finds its whole, So are our lives of merit all alone, And yet a facet in a greater soul. Or as a shard of light that shines in spring, Within the fabric of the dazzling day; We are like notes with which a choir can sing, But having sung,...

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Peace...no, bombs exploding; it's war! The wars fought to get peace, did not:- Pooped bombs swell graves' bellies; death farts:- The kids feed wars each day; death pleased:- In wars, only death wins; peace can't:- Love peace, wars are evil; crave life:- ...

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The Smallest Life The smallest life A life no less A beating heart and will to live The smallest voice Can not call out Cannot be heard above the crowd The smallest hand A final plea A longing for simplicity The smallest pain A pain no less A feeling of unwelcomeness The smallest heart A heart stood still Falls silent in the evening chill The smallest love A love...

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my incarnate I beseech you shine shine if from above you wish to shine down ...

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For let me be remebered Not cherished, loved, adored God let me be remebered Despite all of my flaws Let me not be an angle In the eyes of the world Let me not be diluted By the demise that was hurled From exaggeration set me free Let my wit travel beyond me How my soul bleeds in...

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Bhami Slow down take a run Wobbly—?dribble?— dabble addled eye balls gawking at.. what is that? First encounter of the second kind Clanging?—?clinging?—?cloistering—?changin colours in daytime Running lights off on subway hell Foil coil toil boil the beef stock until sober Heat draws itself up?—from the toes?—to the feet?— up up...

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