Long Death song Poems
Long Death song Poems. Below are the most popular long Death song by PoetrySoup Members. You can search for long Death song poems by poem length and keyword.
Ebony eyes eclipse ripping away sun
Moon blooms of golden gloom
Lips lacking limerick’s lift
Onyx mood swings back and forth
Like grey grandfather clock
Time ticking as a blues bomb
Raining purple passionate pain
clouded by lemon lyrical labyrinth
Of love lacking it’s sweet liquor
The bittersweet longing embraced
Tastes like red regrets sifted through time
Straining to be reinvented not lamented
In black bird’s somber death song
Sacred and solemn in honor of loss
Mourning is important inked in green
Like poison ivy uncomfortable
But never worthless as it is digested
And creates cranberry calling to
Remember the fallen angels
With soft tears laid like roses
On the cold creamy colored casket
("Beam Me Up" - photo by CJ Earle, 2015)
Mountain Death Song
beam me up
I've been waiting for a miracle
beam me up
I've been waiting just for you
beam me up
I've been waiting for this moment
beam me up
for there's nothing more to do
beam me up
over the rainbow or down a rabbit hole
beam me up
beyond the vision in my eyes
beam me up
as I sit upon this boulder
beam me up
out of the shell of my disguise
beam me up
when no one else is watching
beam me up
right down into my soul
beam me up
into the vast and bright blue yonder
beam me up
as my body's growing old
beam me up
before I falter
beam me up
before I fall
beam me up
before it passes
this sharp appreciation of it all
(August 2015, published in my 2nd book Little Pine, 2016))
As I leave you today Im broken hearted
My body dies and I become one of the departed
The taste of death sickens me in every way
All the colors I know now are black and gray
With no worries as I know you will be shortly along
I wait for the end and sing my death song
Painting my lifes canvas with a final stokes breath
Knowing my critic is th reper of death
Staring at loving pictures that hang on my wall
Knowing the angels are waiting paiently to call
With no worries as I know you will be shortly along
I wait for the end and sing my death song
Im one heartbeat away from rotting to the core
You can hear the sound of me knocking on deaths door
What direction will I take heaven or hell
Im not impatient and only time wil tell
With no worries as I know you will be shortly along
I wait for the end and sing my death song
Going softly as day turns to eternal night
My fear is upon me and then all at once out of sight
I drown in sorrow into the sea of blue
My last thoughts are of course you and only you
With no worries as I know you will be shortly along
I wait for the end and sing my death song
Oh woe is me.
Life is bad.
Things are horrible.
I live in pure sad.
I drag my lethargic body
Through mire, muck and mud.
Down in the mouth always,
A true Elmer Fudd.
All things are terrible.
I feel ugly and sick.
You cannot help or uplift me.
My brain skull is thick.
I focus on all bad things I know.
Life is full of meaningful powerful woe.
Oh woe is me. The days are brutally long.
Come back here, I want to sing my death song.
In spite of your realization, there is simply no gray.
Life is horrible and bad, ridiculously ugly and sad.
My friends are all gone, they have all run away.
In my world anyway, things are awful and bad.
Licorice lullaby sweet and clear
A death song in emerald ear
My last breath leaves you here
Death angel isn’t tangled with fear
For it is my destined time
Nothing to fear well past my prime
I look towards the horizon ahead
Hope to be remembered like the dead
Out of body into eternity
The colors the feels of ecstasy
It will be the most beautiful peace
Flowing souls like jewels of silver sea
I know my death will come
I’m open to it unlike some
Not that I don’t want to live
But I know death can be positive
The end of pain and beginning of
Journeys your soul flows like dove
The continuation of your trip you see
To evolve resolve and meet destiny
Music Of The Damned
The pounding beat of a drum
The haunting call of a guitar
The woeful sound of a saxophone
A singer singing the thoughts I have
Thoughts I cannot share
All heard in the darkest of night
Alone with my thoughts and the thoughts of the singer
I hear how life is not worth living
How there is no hope
How there is no chance of a future
Depression reaches into my very soul
Tearing me apart at the seams
I listen, absorbing every word
Letting the notes control my heartbeat
My head throbs as I listen
My hand reaches to table next to me
A thin sliver of shiny metal
Sharpened by men who didn’t know how it would be used
The singer had no idea what his words could do
The last note of the song matches my last breath
My heart beats to an ever slowing beat
It stops as the drummer screams
The song ends and so have I
Just the last victim of the music of the damned
I wanna die now
I wanna die
Does it really come as a surprise
Look me in my eyes do you despise
Me cause I wanna die
What's the view like after death I wonder
If it's even any better or if we're under
Exactly the same sky with just a different filter
Will it matter if I do things any different
Why should I try harder
Why should I work smarter
Everything's just a bore like o brother
All I do is sit and complain
We're all playing the same game
But I might as well level up
Under a billion different names
I go everywhere in my mind
And no where in real life
Why don't I mind it's like
I'm stuck in the same headlights
That I've been in front of since I was a child
Knowing I need to go the extra mile
But I can't move my feet
All I can do is write and the feelings bittersweet
I wanna die now
I wanna die
Does it really come as a surprise
Look me in my eyes do you despise me
Cause I wanna die
Is it your place to judge
I wanna join my loved ones
But I don't like the pain so I hold on to my name
Instead of watching it fade away
And leaving on an airplane
I wanna go so far away
Wishing something would make
Me wanna stay
But I can't keep putting on this facade
Stuck inside my box
Scratching my noggin wondering what is going on
Why is everything so confusing
Why can't I learn to use this
And be so profound
I'm craving making my own sound
But it's just white noise that I'm surrounded by
So I just sit and pick apart my life and that's why
Oh that's why
I wanna die now
I wanna die
Does it really come as a surprise
Look me in my eyes do you despise me
Cause I wanna die
Scars won’t heal
Love can’t solve inner lust with
a prejudice heart
Pain can only be solved by
anomalous feeling
Happiness won’t last without
desire for one’s heart
Sorrow only fills the void with
unapt options with time
Lust won’t solve love if love
isn’t present within the heart
Death is temporary although lasts
for eternity
Passion isn’t love, lust or admiration
it’s simply exceeding inept truth of
emotional pain
Life is eternal without love,lust passion or feelings
Be mindful of your soul
at all levels of oneself
Ascertain throughout life with
all passions gaining upon you
Stay true loyal and amorous
towards one soul
As death draws near sing
ones life bereavement
Letting your soul omit your self’s
departure with grace
Sing your death song and
be forever gone
Eating bowls of dying meat
sucking poison which taste sweet.
Gas filled bodies that retain their juice
a dead little dog that took abuse.
The death song plays for a mutilated boy
insane parents who receive no joy.
Black dogs bark at the funeral fires
death looks down and picks his desires.
The decapitated body of an unknown man
no one cried which was part of the plan.
A shot in the dark took the poor man down
crazy children laugh as they hear the sound.
'Blood in the gutter' whispered the man
slay your neighbor as fast as you can
No one hears this , no one understands
'Blood in the gutter' whispered the man.
A slash of the knife brought grandma down
the young boys laughed at the blood on the ground.
The blood stained clothes of a forgotten child
the man with the knife is running wild.
The meat in the gutter might be your own
for you are left for dead
and to the dogs you were thrown !
© By Larry Hays
Can you hear the whispers
brought on by the wind storming?
Carried true by the harpers,
the tale the howls are forming?
Came a knock at the farmer's door,
a mailed fist with a fate to turn.
A sob, a wail, a call to war,
a boy, a son, home soon to yearn.
Soon a soldier strode from youth,
to the beat of the king's drum.
A shield his hide, a sword his tooth,
his pack stood the night to come.
Oh for the heroes of men,
the ones who hold the line -
oh for the kin behind,
the ones who hold to hope.
Silence broke to a thunderous horn,
the battle joined with the savage horde.
On a bloody tide he thus was borne,
death he granted and fury he roared.
Silence returned with a blade's sigh,
sanguine as it was ripped away.
A keen, a dirge, a mother's cry,
a man, a son, home soon to lay.
Oh for the heroes of men,
the ones who hold the line -
oh for the kin behind,
the ones who hold to hope.
A place to rest he was given,
a peace he has not taken.
To guard, to serve he is driven,
his will, his resolve unshaken.
So when you see a warrior's mound,
shed not a tear to hear the bugle -
hark rather the marching sound,
for he yet walks the vigil.