Nothing But Death
Nothing want from you but death
You ask me why
I
Will answer nothing again but death
No more life is the relief
You ask me why
I
Will scream nothing again only death
No more tears to share
You ask me why
I
Will yearn nothing yes death
No more hope to find
You ask me why
I
Will find nothing but death
No soul to see to trust
You ask me why
I
Will trust nothing but death
No father to love
You ask me why
I
Will love nothing but death
Amir Forougi
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Life and Death, How Ironic
Life, it described my Mother
Life, she was the image
Life, she was healthy
Life, she loved every day
Life, you saw it in her eyes
Life, you heard it in her voice
Life, how ironic it could be
Death, the impossible
Death, too somber a thought for her
Death, she would live a long, long time before it would confront her
Death, sickness maybe, but there is always a cure
Death, not even a thought in the doctor’s mind
Death, it now replaced life
Life and death, my mother passed away with a look of peace on her face
She died knowing that she lived every moment to the fullest.
Janice Karp
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I Cannot Say What Death Is
I CANNOT SAY WHAT DEATH IS
I cannot say what Death is
Or what it means
Or whether it means anything
I cannot say what Death is.
One day a person you care about is here
And then they are not.
One day I will not be here too
And others will mourn for me.
Death is Cruel
And Death is Evil
And Death is the End of Each of us
God curse Death
And let us never say goodbye to those we love.
Shalom Freedman
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Life or Death
Death is a mystery,
and life is Suspense.
The journey to death,
is unknown yet,
and Life is a dream stage.
Nobody has come back
From their death,
And life seems to be,
Chasing an invisible end.
Escape from death,
is impossible,
and so from Life.
Death is most painful,
Life is even more.
Death is frightful,
And Life is a puzzle.
So is life,
or Death,
better for a human fate?
Pratisha Karki
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“Annabel Lee,” Edgar Allan Poe
It was many and many a year ago,
In a kingdom by the sea,
That a maiden there lived whom you may know
By the name of Annabel Lee;
And this maiden she lived with no other thought
Than to love and be loved by me.
I was a child and she was a child,
In this kingdom by the sea,
But we loved with a love that was more than love—
I and my Annabel Lee—
With a love that the wingèd seraphs of Heaven
Coveted her and me.
And this was the reason that, long ago,
In this kingdom by the sea,
A wind blew out of a cloud, chilling
My beautiful Annabel Lee;
So that her highborn kinsmen came
And bore her away from me,
To shut her up in a sepulchre
In this kingdom by the sea.
The angels, not half so happy in Heaven,
Went envying her and me—
Yes!—that was the reason (as all men know,
In this kingdom by the sea)
That the wind came out of the cloud by night,
Chilling and killing my Annabel Lee.
But our love it was stronger by far than the love
Of those who were older than we—
Of many far wiser than we—
And neither the angels in Heaven above
Nor the demons down under the sea
Can ever dissever my soul from the soul
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
For the moon never beams, without bringing me dreams
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
And the stars never rise, but I feel the bright eyes
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side
Of my darling—my darling—my life and my bride,
In her sepulchre there by the sea—
In her tomb by the sounding sea.
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To mourn the death?
Leaving home for school is a death.
Leaving school for service is a death.
Retiring from service is a death.
Every parting is a death.
Every meeting is a birth
Every death leads you to a birth.
Every birth leads thus to a death.
As many entrances as there are exits,
Till the arrival of corporal death,
Beyond which we have no evidence
17.08.2007
Rm.Shanmugam Chettiar.
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“He Wishes His Beloved Were Dead,” W.B. Yeats
Were you but lying cold and dead,
And lights were paling out of the West,
You would come hither, and bend your head,
And I would lay my head on your breast;
And you would murmur tender words,
Forgiving me, because you were dead:
Nor would you rise and hasten away,
Though you have the will of wild birds,
But know your hair was bound and wound
About the stars and moon and sun:
O would, beloved, that you lay
Under the dock-leaves in the ground,
While lights were paling one by one.
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“Epitaph to a Dog,” Lord Byron
Near this spot
Are deposited the Remains of one
Who possessed Beauty without Vanity,
Strength without Insolence,
Courage without Ferocity,
And all the Virtues of Man without his Vices.
The Price, which would be unmeaning flattery
If inscribed over Human Ashes,
Is but a just tribute to the Memory of
“Boatswain,” a Dog
Who was born at Newfoundland,
May, 1803,
And died in Newstead Abbey,
Nov. 18, 1808.
When some proud son of man returns to earth,
Unknown by glory, but upheld by birth,
The sculptor’s art exhausts the pomp of woe,
And stories urns record that rests below.
When all is done, upon the tomb is seen,
Not what he was, but what he should have been.
But the poor dog, in life the firmest friend,
The first to welcome, foremost to defend,
Whose honest heart is still his master’s own,
Who labors, fights, lives, breathes for him alone,
Unhonored falls, unnoticed all his worth,
Denied in heaven the soul he held on earth –
While man, vain insect! hopes to be forgiven,
And claims himself a sole exclusive heaven.
Oh man! thou feeble tenant of an hour,
Debased by slavery, or corrupt by power –
Who knows thee well must quit thee with disgust,
Degraded mass of animated dust!
Thy love is lust, thy friendship all a cheat,
Thy smiles hypocrisy, thy words deceit!
By nature vile, ennoble but by name,
Each kindred brute might bid thee blush for shame.
Ye, who perchance behold this simple urn,
Pass on – it honors none you wish to mourn.
To mark a friend’s remains these stones arise;
I never knew but one – and here he lies.
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Death
Death is a one way ticket to your destination
Death lurks over people waiting to cut their life strings
Death is a pain pill that never quits working
Death will leave people behind in a huge cloud of dust
Death eats at the hearts of your family members after it has taken your soul
Death takes its toll upon your family
Death, a word that will forever bring sorrow to the ears in which it rings
Gabrielle L. Tastet
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“God Lay Dead in Heaven,” Stephen Crane
God lay dead in heaven;
Angels sang the hymn of the end;
Purple winds went moaning,
Their wings drip-dripping
With blood
That fell upon the earth.
It, groaning thing,
Turned black and sank.
Then from the far caverns
Of dead sins
Came monsters, livid with desire.
They fought,
Wrangled over the world,
A morsel.
But of all sadness this was sad —
A woman’s arms tried to shield
The head of a sleeping man
From the jaws of the final beast.
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Death means Love means
Death means freedom
Love means pain
Which would you choose?
Death means rest peacefully
Love means restless motion
Which would be comfortable?
Death means life
love means death to the heart
Which one would you want?
Death means everlasting happiness
Love means confusion
Which would be more rich?
Death means rejoice with loved ones
Love means losing someone
Which would be better?
Death means peaceful dreams for forever
Love means fear of nightmares
Which would you perfer?
Desserray Whitcomb
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“Death,” Rainer Maria Rilke
Before us great Death stands
Our fate held close within his quiet hands.
When with proud joy we lift Life’s red wine
To drink deep of the mystic shining cup
And ecstasy through all our being leaps—
Death bows his head and weeps.
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Death
Death
Death often feels like the easiest path,
As we all make choices that we find hard.
Death may seem like the only option,
But we all have problems that are not forgotten.
Death sometimes feels like it's already here,
But we can't live our lives in fear.
Death is always stalking behind,
It feeds of the fear that lives in our mind.
Death will follow us and never leave.
In the end, death will always succeed.
Jamie Wright
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“And you as well must die,” Edna St. Vincent Millay
And you as well must die, belovèd dust,
And all your beauty stand you in no stead;
This flawless, vital hand, this perfect head,
This body of flame and steel, before the gust
Of Death, or under his autumnal frost,
Shall be as any leaf, be no less dead
Than the first leaf that fell,this wonder fled,
Altered, estranged, disintegrated, lost.
Nor shall my love avail you in your hour.
In spite of all my love, you will arise
Upon that day and wander down the air
Obscurely as the unattended flower,
It mattering not how beautiful you were,
Or how belovèd above all else that dies.
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love is death without beath
love is death
death death you made my love
that's why your called death
love love
you made death
my girlfriends name is beath
that' why i like you death
beath beath
you made me deaf
and your the one inspiring me beath oh! death
viper hyper
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“On the Death of Anne Brontë” by Charlotte Brontë
There’s little joy in life for me,
And little terror in the grave;
I’ve lived the parting hour to see
Of one I would have died to save.
Calmly to watch the failing breath,
Wishing each sigh might be the last;
Longing to see the shade of death
O’er those belovèd features cast.
The cloud, the stillness that must part
The darling of my life from me;
And then to thank God from my heart,
To thank Him well and fervently;
Although I knew that we had lost
The hope and glory of our life;
And now, benighted, tempest-tossed,
Must bear alone the weary strife.
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DEATH
Death is with me everyday
Death never goes away
Death is full of pain and sorrow
Some people never get to see tomorrow
Death comes in many ways
It stays and lingers for days
Death is not my foe nor my friend
but i know one day
Death will bring me to my end
So maybe I will see Death again.
kirstie spratley
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I’m O.K. Jack
Death be nimble,
Death be quick,
Death blow out
My mortal wick.
Death and the Woman
(After Schubert)
Death was not nimble,
Death was not quick,
But death blew out
Her mortal wick
With cancer.
Fred Babbin
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LOVE ETERNAL
In death there is beauty
We will sleep like angels
With the tranquility of innocence
Death will not conquer our love
As we are bounded by memories,
And our love will flourish
Death is our sadness
For I will long for your flesh,
But our journeys will not be far apart
Death is our sanctuary
From the woes of life;
In death we will find peace
Death brings us unwavering hope
For the time of resurrection;
In death we will find love eternal.
Bernice W. Wilson
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LIFE AND DEATH OF A DEAD MAN
I.
A LIFE OF AN ALIVE MAN
monday: life
tuesday: life
wednesday: life
thursday: life
friday: life
saturday: life
sunday: church.
II.
A DEATH OF A DEAD MAN
monday: death
tuesday: death
wednesday: death
thursday: death
friday: death
saturday: death
sunday: church.
Nicolas GRENIER
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Death is White Saree
Death is my wife's white saree
Death is my garden's white tulip
What I want to say to death is
That I am not ready
Wait, death wait, let me finished
The Sraddha of my daddy.
Death is opening new chapter
For me I know it
The world is going with death
I know it
Let me say you death
You have no role to play
Here with me.
gajanan mishra
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Death is......
Death is the placid resort
Where one can coolly relax
Away from the tumultuous toil of
Life’s routine rigmarole
Death is the comforting refuge
Where one can take asylum from the
inevitable assault of adversities of life
enjoying an eternal blissful solace
Death is the strong citadel
Into which one can run and hide
To find the everlasting protection
From the invading aggressive strife
Death is the sweet home
Which one longs to reach at the dusk of life
After completing and un-completing
His secular chores for an eternal rest
Death is the enticing trophy
For which one prepares using all his talents
And runs fast to complete the course
To take it at the finishing point from the hands of the umpire
Death is not the hiss of a serpent
It is the kiss of the heavenly father given to those who repent
Death is not a state of swoon,
it is a splendid boon
Death is not a disheartening demotion,
It is a much awaited promotion
Death is not an inconsolable commotion,
It is a state of departing from emotion
Death is not an appalling notion,
It is an ecstatic heavenly motion
Death is not a dreadful rift..
It is a glorious gift
To enjoy that rapturous shift,
from this world one should inescapably drift
Ch J Satyananda Kumar
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O death
Oh, Death, о h Death, oh Death,
Won't you spare me over til another year
But what is this, that I cant see
with ice cold hands taking hold of me
When God is gone and the Devil takes hold,
who will have mercy on your soul
Oh, Death, о h Death, oh Death,
No wealth, no ruin, no silver, no gold
Nothing satisfies me but your soul
Oh, Death,
Well I am Death, none can excel,
I'll open the door to heaven or hell.
Oh, Death, о h Death,
my name is Death and the end ïs here...
kaitlin skelding
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Fight
Men waiting in lines, a face-off
Think of their lives
As they stand preparing for death
The rows stand there, across the field
Then the runs begin
Bodies ram into each other
Only fear propels them forward
A fear of death
The fear of life strikes them later
Men remember their legacy
As death claims them
What they left behind is worse off
Nature’s law, its instincts kick in
Kill or be killed
Monsters are made of men this day
Sun drops below the horizon
Fighting has paused
Death still continues through the night
They go back to the battle site
Clearing the way
For the death to continue on
The lifeless shrieks sound through the night
Hanging to life
Those who live don’t sleep through the night
Again the lines have been reformed
Their ranks have thinned
Again they charge forward, to death
Hope is all the propels these men forward
For life, for death
They run onward, heedlessly forward
No longer they care, death is random
Death is easier
To return home empty shells
As they run forth into their death
Wishes are granted
They’ve been released from their burden
They choose the hope, the fear, the fate
They choose the death
They didn’t choose the effect on others
True Merritt
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The City Sings the Song of Death
The City sings the song of Death
Death that roams in the streets
Fearless and merciless, its hands smeared with blood
Its clothes drenched, its desire insatiable
It yearns for more bodies, for more and more
And yet more
The City sings the song of Death
A song whose tragic pitch would scare of birds
Were they to listen to its harrowing cadence
A song that makes babies cry and disturbs the old
A song that is sung by every one who lives in the city of Death
In fear, in pain, in terror
For Death itself has come to life
For Death itself, unchained and unchecked, roams around freely
Who shall now question Death?
The City sings the song of Death
My City sings the song of Death
I too sing the song of Death
And so do the millions that live with me
In the City of Death
Abdul Samad
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Death
Death is like the color black,
Black like the darkest night without any light
Death is like the feeling of fear, Fear like as you watch your family suffers, dying a painful death, right before your own eyes
Death is like the cold, Cold like the wind that blows down your neck giving you goose bumps and you know it’s the wind of death
Death is like the end of a story, the story that is your life, as you flip though them for last time
Death is like the taste of gum,
The taste of gum with no more flavor, it’s gray and hard to chew
Death is like the texture of a dead snake,
The texture of a cold, slick, and scaly lifeless body of a dead snake
Death is like the eyes of a dying man
The eyes sight fading getting darker and darker, until…. You see nothing
Death is like the sound of silents,
Silent’s is all you hear because you’re the last living human on earth
Death is like the poem that ends you know it’s all over,
just like your life, you know your life has ended
Matt Bickimer
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Death! death!
Death! death! where is death?
Call death here! let me see death.
What color is death?
Is it really black?
Or white? or red? or yellow?
Or purple? Or chocolate?
My little Aaeeshanee
Crying for chocolate
Crying for icecreame
Crying for so many things
And I am unable to supply anything
And I am aging aging aging.
Death is going away from me
Death is going away from me
Let me see death here at this moment
Let death come on its own
At its sweet will to my home
I have no time to wait for death.
gajanan mishra
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Death!
Death.
Death is without struggles in living life to the fullest.
Death is knowing you no longer have fears.
Death is being free from all that is wrong.
Death is having no more complications.
Death is without pain further more.
Death is without worries or grief.
Death is being invisible to all.
Death is living sins no more.
Death is living without air.
Death is the last step of living, that each of us will experience.
Corina Vigil
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Death
Death is curt, death is cold,
Death is new, death is old.
Death is no summer, death is no fall;
It is for one, it is for all.
It is no low mist, nor a dark cloud,
Donne is mistaken: death is not proud.
Death is a player in the stage-
It is man's reason for his age.
Death is a cause, it is a reason;
It is Life's changing season.
Death is one moment too long;
Death is one reason beyond.
Copyright © SC
5th March 1982
Mumbai.
Subroto Chatterjee
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Life is
Life is the enemy of time
Life is the movie you can't rewind
Life is every state of mind
Life is the answer we must find
Regrets remorse too much sorrow
But anything can change tomorrow
Decisions are turning into consequences
Don't be afraid explore all five senses
Listen closely you can hear the future
Stretch out your arms to reach the past
But the present tide is pullin' you too fast
Somewhere along our messed up journey
Eventually we'll start learning
That this world never stops turning
And the palace of conception is burning
Life is death everyday
Life is a needle in the hay
Life is the price we have to pay
Life is everything we can't say
One day life will be introduced to death
Your body and your mind will meet your soul
And you'll finally hear the truth be told
Will the rainbow end with a pot of gold?
Or will our journey lose it's shiny glow
And become darkness black and cold
With no thoughts or feelings to behold
Life is love and life is hate
Life is everything that's great
Life is our body and our soul
Life is the truth that can't be told
You might know how, you might know why
Why does everybody have to die?
You might know where, you could know when
Will we ever come back again?
This life could just be pretend
One big dream in a sea of dreams
The universe acts as one big brain
Of the unknown and insane
But I wanna know who, I wanna know why
Maybe death is all a lie
And instead we are born when we die
Then we escape this dream and learn to fly
I'll find out who, I'll find out how
I'll find out what and when and why
We will finally meet our true state of mind
Life is the enemy of time
Life is the movie you can't rewind
Death is every state of mind
Death is the answer we must find
Life is death everyday
Life is a needle in the hay
Death is the price we have to pay
Death is everything we can't say
Life is love and life is hate
Life is everything that's great
Death is our body and our soul
Death is the truth that can't be told
Death is the enemy of time
Death is the movie you can't rewind
Life is every state of mind
Life is the answer we must find
Death is life everyday
Death is a needle in the hay
Life is the price we have to pay
Life is everything we can't say
Death is love and death is hate
Death could be everything that is great
Life is our body and our soul
Life is the truth that can't be told
Life is Death
Death is Life
Brady Culp
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The poem and her poet
Death once told poor life defeated by life:
Life's no life if lived on the edge of knife,
No more a struggle, nor is full of strife,
Do ye know how many deaths is Death rife?
Death's all death; the same is not true of life,
Life tries to knot her up snaps when death's knife,
But I've heard a man asking on death bed,
Pray, tell me Death, how long ere I'm all dead?
To him, said death, straightening up his head,
Moments might when look like minutes of dread,
Minutes stretch and stretch into hours, instead,
When hours take days, and days, years, you are dead.
Remember, life's lived moment to moment,
‘Tis measured too in a moving moment,
Forget not: Death alone is permanent,
I dwell in life from birth, live life dormant;
There's no freedom in life, nor should death call,
Death changes but the bricks of prison wall,
All quarrels ‘tween life and death, big and small,
Settled are, death when proves him far too tall.
Life is a small piece, but a paragraph
Of my poem, said Death, metre nor measure but in half,
Life may decide every new beginning,
But ‘tis me that knows the length, knows ending.
Eons pass sans measure for endless time,
While no clocks tick, nor dare their hours to chime,
Boulders of rocks break down whilst time stands still,
O grinding into grains of sands sans will.
While life is stuck with my poem's first rhyme,
Death challenged life to dare the worst she can,
I'm the Absolute trouser wearing man1,
I wonder how relative would tick time!
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1. Death muses himself to be the male principle, the purusha.
The poem stands for life and prakriti. The piece here depicts
a dialogue between Life, or the matter, the poem and her
creator poet, the Death. In Indic philosophy, purusha is the
presiding deity, the atman or soul, which is eternal and body
is made of prakriti, the material nature, which is death-bound.
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- Musings | 12.08.12 |
Aniruddha Pathak
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Death won't come..
Death is what I crave as I am no good at anything…
Death is what I want as I am such a horrible person…
Death is what I deserve as I ask questions to what peaks my interest…
Death is what I should have because my head spins with total bewilderment of what has been said to me…
Death is what I seek as I make so many people lives miserable..
Death is what should happen as I am not who people want me to be..
Why won’t death come to me, I am not worthy of life…
Please sweet death, seek me out…. I cannot continue life, as I know it…
I beg of you death, come and seek me out, where are you death…?
Where are you?
Darla Olsen
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Meaning of Death
when a poet writes of death
don't take it literally
death has many meanings
which differ significantly
to a poet death might mean
death of a past
which is a new beginning
one that might last
death to a poet is life
time to start a new chapter
turn the page
turn sadness into laughter
to a poet death is a new start
ending of strife
closing, locking the doors
of their old life
death has so many meanings
not only for a poet
all parts of life leads to death
some just don't know it
death means change
chance for a new beginning
put the past behind
stop losing, start winning
so to a poet
death is not always bad
we must write our feelings
whether good or sad
p.s.not sure this makes much sense
but i was buzzed ;)
sandy nobody
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Do Not Dare Be Afraid Of Death
Do not dare be afraid of death,
As you are not of birth
Death is just a travelling earth visitor
Carrying burdens of grief and pain
Turning blue sky into grey
To pare tears like rain
Do not dare be afraid of death
Death is just a passing by stranger,
Appears not to be harmful,
But it is danger
When it enters ones happy home
And turn it to a most scary zone
Do not dare be afraid of death
Death is a two way path,
To heaven and hell
Only ones fate decide,
Where the soul shall dwell
Do not dare be afraid of death
Young minds consider death as a curse,
But old folks seem to bless
Thus if ones soul forever needs rest
Death is the only precious way,
And death is just the end of day
Anelle Komana
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DEATH is peaceful
Death is peaceful it's like eating at a dinner table in a white room by yourself……silent.
Oh so silent like a silent night all dressed in black with invisible paint
But i see you and death to i see my death, your death
I see death on everyone but god
I don’t know why but the devil took me but I don’t feel safe at all I honestly feel exposed
To open fields of death and I hate it for once I would like to see life but no
This is how it has to be. Me, this knife, and you
Now you walk towards me and try to reason with me but the closer you get the faster your death comes
You took one step to close and I stabbed you to death I told you I see death just not what you thought huh well no one expected it like that so now my death I die trying to get my soul back I killed myself and I hurt some people in the process a lot of people well never try and sell your soul to the devil you’ll learn
Miranda Judd
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' Death Alone
Death alone kills off the warmth
To be or not to be without love.
Death alone has turned the coldest
Of all hearts toward a maker, a God.
Death alone has brought even the mightiest
To knees in agony and mourning.
Death alone, the root of all fears
That encompasses all hearts even the bravest.
Death alone, it is death alone
The bridge that stands between
the shores of life and oblivion
Death alone stands between the love
We have built over time.
Death alone, it is death alone
The bridge that stands between
You and me, it is death alone.
Efe Benjamin
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The Eyes Of Death
I have stared into the eyes of death with my own
It is hard to see death eye to eye, face to face
Many times death leaves a cold darkness
Other times death leaves a bright light
There are many who may welcome death
They are ready to meet their maker face to face
Others attempt death by their own hand
For whatever reason I can see the torment in their eyes
I have stared into the eyes od death only to see darkness
It has been my own death that I have seen
Many times by my own hand
Others by the hand of others I have seen my death in their eyes
Whatever death is my fate let me face it
Eye to eye as I have seen others no regrets
Even though I would be dead
Let others see that I have made peace with my maker and others
Robin Conley
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DEATH REDEFINED
DEATH REDEFINED
esspeecee …02.10.04.
I love life
To adore death,
I buy life
To earn death.
I burn life
To illuminate death,
I spend life
To glut death.
I lend ‘life-warmth’
Thro’ cremation,
I enliven life
Thro’ termination.
Why?
Verily life is –
Nonexistent, accident,
Dream, nightmare,
Event: Crash landing.
Death is reality show
Phenomenon, wakefulnes,
Courageous, eventuality
Event: Safe landing.
Life is
A labyrinth: Like blind lane
Omnibus: One-Way-Trafficking.
Life: Unguided missile,
Death: Guided missile.
Death is:
Open avenue, esplanade
No traffic rule,
No ‘no-entry-board’
All are welcomed
No red eyed law of modernity.
Death: Kingdom of –
All fulfillments. Joys,
Frank optimisms,
Unalloyed grief,
Unblemished despair.
Ye, Death I embrace your
Magnanimous, majestic splendor.
Copyright reserved by the Author
Dr. Sakti P. Chakravorty
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Fascination
Death fascinates;
Life can be cruel.
Death is my morbid but most-loved obsession.
Life is hard-
I am out of control.
Death is my relationship to reality-
Life is not fair.
Death is an entity of beauty, though
Life is strange…
Death is veracity, although it can be
The facet of my delusions-
I live my life while
Thoughts of death are so often invasive.
Death is mysterious, and
Life is a river refracting light-
Death is dark but intriguing.
Life is amazing.
Death in turn- is amazing as it can be.
I live my life in a dream world.
Death is indeed mysterious, although-
Life
Is
Stranger…
Claudia Krizay
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Finding Life In Death
I spend so much time doting on earth and what it has,
Enjoying what's mine to use, to take, to squander.
I keep modeling myself to what I think will work,
But for my mistakes there is no remedy.
All my light, no matter how hard I shine,
Cannot overcome these stains of dark, of perversion, of guilt.
I look around and am without excuse, there is success, there is right,
But where does this over powering light, that is not subdued by death come from?
Nothing I have within me can overcome me,
Who is this intercessor that magnetically pulls me towards him?
This light, somehow familiar with death, a death, many deaths,
my death.
How is his death on my hands because of my death?
My death, my dying, my deeds deserving death...
For my death he died?
How redemption suddenly eclipses all other pursuits,
I switch from seeking sin to seeking salvation.
And it is found.
Benjamin Feliciano
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' Death, Is A Pirate... '
Death, Is A Pirate
Who, Plunders Our Treasure
In Stolen Lives
And Grief, Without Measure
Death, Raids The Waters
Of All Humankind
Death, Is The Thief
Who Treads Our Time
His Cannonballs Blast
Dreams To Oblivion
His Skull and Crossbones
Raze Horizons
Death, Sails The Seas
Of All Mortal Beings
The Dreaded Sea King’s
Patch-Eye … Is Seeking
And Boot-Leg To Loot
Our Lagoons Of Love
Death Is Looking To Fill
His Deadman’s Chest Of:
... Gems Of Light
Jewels Of Laughter
The Family’s Gold and Silver …
Death, Is After
Death’s Salty Water
Crusts Our Ships’ Hold
Anchors Our Hopes
Plunge Cutlass To Souls
… Divides ill-gotten-gains
With Greedy Hands
As His Shipwreck Spoil
Reach No- Man’s-Land
Death, Is A Pirate
Who Takes Great Pleasure
To Turn Our Riches
Into Buried Treasure
But An Admiral Of Mercy
With The Flag Of The Son! ….
Will Blow Death’s Fleet
To Kingdom Come!
And Barricade Stronghold
With A Mighty Command
To Unearth The Wealth
Of The Lost Treasure Island
* * *
Death, As A Pirate
Was Put To Rest
By The Almighty Admiral
His Name, We Bless
Written & ©: 5/24/10
By: The MoonBee
MoonBee Canady
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Dance with Death
Consecrated cold earth
There is no dignity
Sworn to die from birth
Here to lie for eternity
So is there glory in death
Never again to feel warm
Or see the light of day
Is death the prize for life
I’ve got the stench of death
On my hands
I just buried a friend
Dance with Death
I saved his life
To put him in the ground
Such a high price
Can’t break the chains, I’m bound
I have a fire inside me
Feels like I’m from hell
What else could it be
Death has me in its spell
I have to say good bye
It would be much better
But I keep seeing his eyes
I know I’ll see them forever
I’ve gotta let him go
I need to end the pain
But I don’t know how
Seems I’m caught in this game
I have the stench of death
On my hands
I just buried a friend
Dance with Death
I’m in that dance
The waltz of endings
The horrid trance
Of new beginnings
I’ve got a dance with death
Swing to his song
Take your last breath
It won’t be long
You’ve gotta move to the beat
Dance with death
Play his song for me
Dance with death
Haley Revell
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Dance with Death
Consecrated cold earth
There is no dignity
Sworn to die from birth
Here to lie for eternity
So is there glory in death
Never again to feel warm
Or see the light of day
Is death the prize for life
I’ve got the stench of death
On my hands
I just buried a friend
Dance with Death
I saved his life
To put him in the ground
Such a high price
Can’t break the chains, I’m bound
I have a fire inside me
Feels like I’m from hell
What else could it be
Death has me in its spell
I have to say good bye
It would be much better
But I keep seeing his eyes
I know I’ll see them forever
I’ve gotta let him go
I need to end the pain
But I don’t know how
Seems I’m caught in this game
I have the stench of death
On my hands
I just buried a friend
Dance with Death
I’m in that dance
The waltz of endings
The horrid trance
Of new beginnings
I’ve got a dance with death
Swing to his song
Take your last breath
It won’t be long
You’ve gotta move to the beat
Dance with death
Play his song for me
Dance with death
Haley Revell
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Aspects Of Death
Looking at death, I do not accept it.
Seeing death, I know it is inevitable.
Knowing of my eventual death, I accept it.
Death will happen, there is nothing to be done, no preparation for it other than being good while I am alive.
There is no way for me to be sure of my body position in death, until the mortuary bends and twists me to fit the mold of death in my coffin.
There is no way of knowing the mode - the how - of my death until it is upon me and I will not know of it, being dead already.
The 'why' of my death will remain always a mystery clothed in human reasons, but it will offer little consolation, because no one can know the reasons 'why'.
Aspects of death are always unknown to the dead, and beyond human explanations no one can truly say what it is or why we even accept it.
Through all the sorrow it brings to loved one's hearts, death cannot be accepted, yet it is.
RoseAnn V. Shawiak
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Bow Before My Death
I lie beneath the flame this night,
I bow before my death,
He takes my hand,
And holds me close,
Death embraces me,
He says the time has come,
Beginning now meets end,
He says the fires taken me,
And now it's time to walk,
Walk the path of fates sweet song.
I lie beneath the flame this night,
I bow before my death,
The fires stripped me of my sins,
Humility my pride,
Now death guides me through the dark,
And speaks to me kind words,
'The pain has stopped,
It won't come back,
Your senses now are cleansed,
The soul has been washed clean',
He says the end is pleasure.
I lie beneath the flame this night,
I bow before my death,
Death's a man clothed in blue jeans,
A white shirt stained with blood,
Death holds a knife,
Death slits my throat,
Death is the end of my beginning.
I lie beneath the flame this night.
I bow before my death.
Holly Heron
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Aftertaste
You shall not taste of death
For there is no death for you:
You cannot experience
Your own death.
Are you born?
Life and death
Cannot be separated.
You have no chance whatever
Of knowing for yourself
Where one begins
And the other ends.
You can experience the death of another,
But not your own.
Where is death, there is no you.
The only death is physical death;
There is no psychological death.
Why then are you so afraid of death?
- Because there is no you.
daubmir nadir
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No Fear.
I have no fear in death
I long for it
I find death for a child
Always looking for enjoyment
In what it kills
I have no fear in death
Death is what I can only see
But why, has it not come for me
It comes close but never comes for me
I have no fear in death
For death fears me
leo conway
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Death Of The Dead
Death in memories
death in dream
death of cherrished
plans
death of desired
stream
death along the fine tuned songs
death along the deeds of our wrongs
Slowly bends our
time
from the morning rhyme
to the bedtime slippers!
and the sleeping pills
of the success drills!
With all the lights
gone off
into the evergreen night!
The dark shades
of our humanity
looms large in spite!
Still dawn sparkles
in a childish smile!
Along the hope of infinite mile..........
Suvra Bhattacharya
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Yolo
I have no fear in death
I long for it
I see death as a child
Having fun on what it kills
I have no fear in death
Death is what i can only see
But why has it not come for me
It is always close
But never comes for me
I have no fear in death
For death fears me
Tony Gonzalez
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death in the shadows
death in the shadows
on the night when no ones here
the person no one fears
on the night when no ones here
death in the shadows
in the place you wouldn't guess
the people won't thing less
in the place you wouldn't guess
death in the shadows
with the weapon of no pain
in the place people aren't sane
with the weapon of no pain
death in the shadows
of the person you don't know
in the place where you don't go
of the person you don't know
death in the shadows
changing what has past
you'll never be the last
changing what has past
death in the shadows
left forever more
you have closed the door
left forever more
Marie ...
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Death
Death is not death.
If birth is a manifestation of life,
Death is another.
So why bother with death?
Why bother with death any more than with birth?
Every thought about death
Takes a moment of life away.
Dejan Stojanovic
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Dark
Darkness creeps over light
Beating back all that’s good
Evil shall prevail
Death is the Darkness
That keeps life in tow
Life is for death
Babies are born
But people die
Creation for pain
Love is the method
For the pain of death
Life creates its own pain
Light and dark are natural
Life and death are natural
Yet man still tries to fight it
The longer that a man fights
It means the weaker he gets
Then he can be taken
Life falls back under dark
All life succumbs to death
Death prevails, life fails
True Merritt
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no fear
I have no fear in death.I long for it.
I find death for a child, always looking for enjoyment in what it kills.
I have no fear in death.
Deaths is what I can only see, but why has it not come for me?
It comes close but never comes for me.I
have no fear in death, for death fears me
paul shupert
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My Death
I painted the canvas
with my death
the brush got struck
in few colours
probably the death
has no colours.
I played the game
of my death
the dice got struck
in few moves
probably the death
has no motion.
I planted the seed
of my death
it did not grow
even for days
probably the death
has no yield.
Mubeen Sadhika
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death upon me
Death shall be upon
Every doorstep
As it walks the streets
Death is upon us
Looking at his list
For whom to take
But death take's
The best one's
But we have to forgive
As their time is over
And they're needed elsewhere
Death will return
Else where
The spirits he collected
Will fly to the night sky
As death come's upon us
He passes me by
My time aint over
As i have alot to give
But death will be upon me
When i cannot give
Karl Jones
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Death
I often think of death
I question death
How does it feel
Who will be there waiting for me
Will there even be anyone there or waiting for me
I test death
Try to jump of cliffs but live
Try to cut myself but live
Try to kill others
Is this right
Am I supposed to think of death
Is this normal
How do I stop the thoughts of death
Do I become death
Do I get help
Do I just let this go on
Until I find answers I'll just keep questioning
04/02/2010
Megan Kinsey
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No Birth No Death
There is death
If there is death
There is birth
Birth Death
No no
No death no birth
No birth no death
Yes birth yes death
Manifest Unmanifest
And it is amazing.
gajanan mishra
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death has came
Death you come knocking at the door.
Death you plaque us so.
Death do leave us in this time of pain.
Death you bring us suffering and sorrow.
Death will bring a darker tomorrow.
Death will leave and return again for once more soul.
dymon sidebottom
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And Forever
Forever is impossible to live
Forever is possible when
Death is reached but which life
Forever is no fear of
Death,
Forever is eternity no death
The only cure of old age
Forever is never possible only in death
But forever without death
Is null and void who ever new bff is so sort
The only forever, forever is a simple
Hour glass that’s your life line out of
Time you realize before your time
There no forever the sands of time tell
The truth there is only one
Forever after death heaven the sand of time
Are full and there is forever
Marcellus Watts
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What Is Death
death is love,
death is peace,
death is all the non-violent things around you,
death will hunt,
death will kill,
death is a fallin' angel,
death is what you will receive,
death is all around you,
death is love,
death is peace,
death is the killing angel of peace,
death will take every last soul,
death will vanish the day we leave,
you can run but you can from death,
he will find you no matter where you go,
death hunt by fear,
death is love,
death is peace,
death is all round.
jaqualen roberts
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Death is... A Compilation of Death Poetry
(10/05/2000)
Death is when your loved ones must depart
Death is a sharp pain to the heart
Death is a feeling of permanent sadness & pain
Death is when your loved ones have forever gone away
Death is a call to heaven or hell
Death is an eternal mansion or cell
Death is a lesson to learn about
Death is a loss, without a doubt
Death is an unhappy feeling to have
Death is unpleasant on anyone's behalf
Death is something we all will go through
Death is a storm waiting to brew
Death is a lingering crow always overhead
Death is a soul, done being fed
Death is cruel,
Death is unfair,
Why death?
Does death care?
Death is unkind,
Death breaks hearts,
Why death?
Do you like to part?
Death is here,
Death is there,
Why death?
Why be everywhere?
Death is the end,
Death is to die,
Why death?
To make people cry?
Death was created,
Death is still here,
Why death?
We live in fear,
Death is death,
Death is dead,
Why death?
Because death said.
Death is forever, so don’t flirt with death
Death is painful, so stay away from knifes
Death is not for lovers, so don’t die
Death is not for me, so don’t even try
Death is never clear, so be careful
Death is never fun, so stay away from strangers
Death is never pleasing, so don’t get caught up in the hype
Death is never fair, so get use to it
Death is always occurring, so don’t forget it
Death is never what u expect, so expect the unexpected
Death is not for you, so please don’t give up
Death is forever, so don’t forget that
Shenise Ashmeade
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Death
Death is when your loved ones must depart
Death is a sharp pain to the heart
Death is a feeling of permanent sadness & pain
Death is when your loved ones have forever gone away
Death is a call to heaven or hell
Death is an eternal mansion or cell
Death is a lesson to learn about
Death is a loss, without a doubt
Death is an unhappy feeling to have
Death is unpleasant on anyone's behalf
Death is something we all will go through
Death is a storm waiting to brew
Death is a lingering crow always overhead
Death is a soul, done being fed
Death is cruel,
Death is unfair,
Why death?
Does death care?
Death is unkind,
Death breaks hearts,
Why death?
Do you like to part?
Death is here,
Death is there,
Why death?
Why be everywhere?
Death is the end,
Death is to die,
Why death?
To make people cry?
Death was created,
Death is still here,
Why death?
We live in fear,
Death is death,
Death is dead,
Why death?
Because death said.
Death is forever, so don’t flirt with death
Death is painful, so stay away from knifes
Death is not for lovers, so don’t die
Death is not for me, so don’t even try
Death is never clear, so be careful
Death is never fun, so stay away from strangers
Death is never pleasing, so don’t get caught up in the hype
Death is never fair, so get use to it
Death is always occurring, so don’t forget it
Death is never what u expect, so expect the unexpected
Death is not for you, so please don’t give up
Death is forever, so don’t forget that
Jasmin Goldston
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Death is.....
Death is peaceful
Death is sharp pain in my heart
Death is feeling sadness
Death is deppresion
death is when my loved ones have gone away
Death is when i give up the fight
Death is when i cant think about whats right
Death is a good thing on my behalf
Death started when i gained life
Death is where ill go
Death is near
Death is what i see
Death lives inside of me
DEATH WILL STOP MY MISERY
Angelique Paniagua
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DEATH IS
Death is when your loved ones must depart
Death is a sharp pain to the heart
Death is a feeling of permanent sadness and pain
Death is when your loved ones have forever gone away
Death is a call to heaven or hell
Death is an eternal mansion or cell
Death is a lesson to learn about
Death is a loss, without a doubt
Death is an unhappy feeling to have
Death is unpleasant on anyone's behalf
Death is something we all will go through
Death is a storm waiting to brew
Death is a lingering crow always overhead
Death is a soul, done being fed
thanks for my friend MIRTE13 from USA she write this poem
TONY Arbash
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