Memento Mori Poems - Poems about Memento Mori

I saw them spinning in the field and felt a wonder at their dance. Astonished by their silent shield I paused, as in a trance. I watched and then began to move with each note of leap and song. As I was settling in my groove a darkly visage came along. Up to the center of the stones, I was drawn into a prance. I...

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What good would it do, Son of Peleus, To pull that arrow from your heel? As you lie there helpless, Legs useless and folded beneath you. Your hand clenched around its fletchings Searching for the source Of sensations unfamiliar to you. Pain. Suffering. Mortality. How strange… You are only half god and half man, And all men must die, even you, ...

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END, Truth, Pain, Life The beauty in the death of life lies in the life of death. I sigh in my mortal flesh Of my mortal thoughts and ask Should I remind you of your true nature and your pursuit of final free freedom? Or your unilateral universe burdened with unending pursuits and endless marathons? I lost the battle in the East...

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Many years ago I've received a gift 'Tis a gift that beats any kind of tip It helped me in my lowest to give myself a lift 'Tis something that no one else can strip It can topple all the wealth from any kingdom It can also help a slave to have their freedom What am I pertaining to, one might...

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"Remember that you are going to die", Latin phrase which reminds us that death is certainty... Art prepares the human being for death imminent... Memento mori... ...

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MEMENTO MORI "Remember you're going to die", Latin phrase that reminds us that death is certainty... Art prepares human beings for death imminent... ...

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One day, someday, man will awake. He will find the time of his mistake. He will turn and cry at his defeat. On how he’s made this world so bleak. Yes, he will cry & try to make amends. Yet what’s done is done & tis the end....

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we are mere travelers through this plane who we are what we posses are sands through the hour glass memento mori we are already gone to God who waits at the end of time carpe diem live it love it...

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At the end of this past night's dream, I came around the corner and saw into the kitchen, where Wilum was doing the dishes. I stood a moment paralyzed, realizing he was a ghost, as he turned and smiled at me. I said, "Oh. You came." I strode forth and hugged him tightly, and woke...

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(In the Middle Ages, tombs and monuments often bore carvings of skulls or decaying corpses. The idea was to remind the onlooker that he, too, was marked for death. These figures were known as "memento mori".) Approach me, stranger. Nothing in my story should startle you. Your flesh has always known it. I just remind you. I'm Memento Mori....

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The lament of an evil man on the eve of death: “It is twilight in paradise And the end of my idle life Of lavish pleasure is nigh. My dreams benighted, Crumbling before my eyes, I sorely regret frittering away Those calm prosperous days Of youth, wealth and peace On plunder and wicked deeds, Wrathful violence and conspiracies, On...

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Memento mori Remember death Tell Him you are sorry, eat His bread or it will become you and take your flesh… Drink His wine, take in His blood, mix it fine right with your own Become like Him and know yourself, and memento mori remember death Memento mori remember death Feel His blood sink into your skin Know you are loved and invite Him in Kneel before His cross, His body dead, Share the loss of mother dear See...

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Long hair, beautiful and dark like a starless night sky, perfectly matching her personality. A face as intoxicating as an empty bottle of rye with eyes that glare dogmatically. Her body is an hourglass and my time is running out. Composure I must amass for these feelings I know little about. She is a book filled with an unknown story written in the blood...

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The bells call forth from mighty tower keeps To herald passing souls from here to there The orange sun upon the hilltop creeps It crucifies night's cold and blind despair And light of day itself may also bluff The flower blooms and will too soon dissolve There is no virtue virtuous enough To ban the...

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Prompt: Sundial Stone keeper of time so frail, Gazes over gardens, Poisoned by pretentious people Longing to lengthen living. Time trickling away, The truth shall stay. Superior shrine of ages Shines, Preserved past periods when legends had long lost life. Casting contorted shadows from its path, The renewed sun shall laugh; last. Beings; bemused, gather, bustle past, ignoring the Supreme Instrument that guides us through; The mysteries of an instance, Telling the truth of transience. This monument...

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