Short Deathlife Poems

Short Deathlife Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Deathlife by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Deathlife by length and keyword.


A Life With a Circumference

a life with a circumference
is where i want to be
im put to shame, put to death , put to reality
life is but a circle and life is dead in me...
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Life After Death

Reborn revamped
The cold the lamps
The ice, the mist, 
My life has dismissed

New born, new Life
The shade, the light
My life has passed into the dark
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Death.

Death is the only escape of pain and the only way to escape all the insanity of the world, death 
is the only way to finally be at ease, and life a life of purity, and a life of endless happiness, and 
a life which is eternal.
7/23/10
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For Jordan, the Suicide King

Passion drained and switching lanes
I’ll wait to take my breath away
It slowly seeps into my sleep
Till dreams are just another day
I wake and find I’ve lost my mind
Waiting for my life to grey
Standard thoughts are tied in knots
Confusion takes my life in vein
© Nate Smith  Create an image from this poem.
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The Currency of Heaven

Time plus life is Euro
Men in earth are without
Self and heaven love
Eating nut 
with this rear currency.

In life women have live. 
Living is a choic, life is a gift.

I salute michael...
He has spend sure his currency....well?

But life living with time
Need get give profit
Profit to heaven...?
Form: Ode


Just a Zombie

Bloody, blonde hair.
Dirty, and thin.
My life is dispear.
I just can't win.
I live underground.
come out at night.
My personality's round.
No lemons just limes.
Sour and worthless.
No friends by my side.
No love in my heart.
My fear is alive!
My life isn't missed.
Cause killings my hobby.
But the truth is,
I'm just a zombie...
Form: Rhyme

Livin Life Breathin Air

Living life breathing air its so hard 
to prepare... for despair. Ya die right 
then, ya die right now you can't 
avoid it where or how. Its all around 
here and now we're all surrounded
Do we ever get over it?
Ever get through the pain?
Ever wonder why we want it to rain?
Living life breathing air its so hard 
to prepare for despair
Form: Lyric

Gone To Soon

We enter this life full of wonder and 
Hope and enlightenment 
We think of that we will live forever  
Sometimes heaven above has different plans 
Then we do 
Is it destiny when life is cut short……. 
Heaven Cries tears when there is loss 
Of life 
The angels sit down beside themselves  
And weep alongside us  
Comforting us so that we May get 
Through one more day
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The Gap Between Us

the small splashes begin ripples
the pool shifts as new fluid is added to it
it grows, expands, lives
her life now lives on the floor 
it slides from the end of her little finger
and falls along with its mates on the floor 
pooling
sloshing
living
i watch as it slithers between the tiles toward me
it falls into my life 
that spreads itself over the white tiles between us
© Briar Moss  Create an image from this poem.
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Lose Someone

When you lose someone
You've got to move on
Or your life may be gone
We hear the sad songs
Which makes life so long
We see the tears
And have many fears
We hold onto someone
Or just lean on someone
For we have to be strong
Before everything is gone
The hurt never seems to go away
But we always feel it anyways
So think of the good times
Life is a mysterious thing
Which has no ring
Form: Lyric

The Cave

I was in a cave, it was vivid and dark
I remember it to this day
The day I started to pray
Pray that life wouldn't stop
Pray that the reaper wouldn't find me
Pray that the vultures wouldn't come and find the cave
Pray that life wouldn't have so much pain
I exited the cave that very night
And reentered reality with a fright
And then I realized that life goes on
And eventually, I will be the only one

Constipated

One day he was happy and things were going smooth.
But then he died because his bowels wouldn't move.
He tried different laxatives but he couldn't use the bathroom.
He got so backed up that this poor man's life was doomed.
People told him to go to the hospital but sadly he refused.
He would've listened if he'd known that his life was something that he'd lose.
Now his family and friends mourn because of this devastation.
He didn't know that he would die because of constipation.
Form: Rhyme

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