Short Dying Poems
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Pink sky with the rains
Dying the bared city streets
Wet days are beauties
©Mahtab Bangalee
Chattogram
30.06.2021
Useless is inner-light
if it can't be gathered,
as is water in the air
which can't be drank,
even if dying of thirst.
pollution
shrivels lungs
a slow death
we’ve abused
Mother Earth
now we pay
from afar
an angel
softly weeps
Living in the zoo
hunting in the jungle
Dying in the space between
— buried in the past
(Dreamsleep: March, 2024)
Poison is sometimes a food
To all food no more in need
Poison has a day of death
No or more poison thereafter that
Eloquence of desperation,
majesty in the end
Elegance of sweet sorrow
—dying to contend
(Dreamsleep: April, 2021)
Winning and learning
or
losing and dying
a choice made
exclusive
—the moment undone
(The New Room: November, 2021)
aromatic scent
of baby pink carnations
permeates the air
even as they hang their heads
while dying in their green vase
The Anticipation is worse
Than the thing itself:
'Tis the fear, not the flying--
'Tis not the death, but the dying.
Twilight makes a sorrowed ground
In her dark is where I'm found
Here I be his final shadow
Growing but dying this I know
Selling
SongsToSetToMusic
to sail
a dying craft
its keel
and rudder
gone
laying waste in
vast
the need
for poetry
An aching heart
Obviously torn apart
Cold, lonely, and bleeding
Begging and pleading
Screaming and crying
Slowly dying
As soon as seeing the roses
cut and bound in sheaves,
Nightingales began to sing in pains
through the dying rose leaves
Shrivelled day,
Mottled charred desires,
Still pursuits,
Dying hope,
Shadowed duty engagement,
We fall and rise still.
Maxim #14:
DEATH
Dying is easy here,
Living brings weary cheer.
Leon Enriquez
23 February 2015
Singapore
A CHANGE OF REASONS
by
JOHN M. ARRIBAS
When I Was Young, I Was Afraid of Dying
Now That I’m Old, I’m Afraid of Living
(revised to exclude question mark)
some pray – but die
others recover. . .
is our death day destined
October 21, 2019
Dying here, it's so
simply, is
no longer be ...
But it is not, no further
exist...!
Big fortitude
Big fortitude
Big fortitude
And the people around me,
The people around me,
The people around me again
in an albertine goodbye
a delicate petalled rose
dying sans a sigh-
flutters slowly from on high
to the green sward,to lie
weather-beaten sign
driven down in dying weeds
forsaken headstone
oh nameless, forgotten soul
the Savior knows who you are
stop crying
stop dying
get us and try
here's why
we need you
to lead too
make a way today
for the future
COMMING YEAR SULUTION
LIFE
we alike the stars
all millions of miles apart
all so lonely
trying to outshine others
but dying in the process
People
Fearing to do tests
Corona apart
Fearing of positive not a part
Dying apart
Something firing
In their hearts
Death comes to all
Like a dying rose.
It is beautiful
But full of sorrow.
Life is beautiful
But death
Death is gorgeous.