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| Death Poems: 1-10 of 80 | | 1| 2| 3| 4| 5| 6| Next> >> | My Drug | | Re-arranged, Underneath All that lives Blessings bleak Contemplating why I live Spoon-fed like a little kid All the hate that's built inside Entertains my suicide. Wonder if I'll get it right Cry her self to sleep at night All my pains will go away Cause I popped the pill today Crushed like .......... | She Who Weeps | | e Who Weeps Pity, sympathy for the young girl in the corner. Love written on her arms, An attempt to cover the cuts. Sorrow, regret for causing so much pain. Curled in a ball, Her head in her hands. Will no on help her? Anger, frustration for all her mistakes. Tears quietly sloping down her .......... | Standing Tall | | Standing Tall by: Frincess Mancilla Here I am standing tall Afraid of what I cannot recall Thinking of If I was to fall Would I fall hard With no Fear at all? I look around and see a blade If I were to take it up Would it soothe my rage A cut on the arm Evidences of before Should I do it again 7 .......... | SUICIDE | | Open your angel eyes wide don’t get lost in the lavender sky shake all the stars from your hair taste your sweet, salty, bitter skin cut the poison from your tongue don’t sleep beneath the candy acid sun please don’t follow the fairy dust Don’t sleep to heavy in your cherry blossom bed peel the .......... | Suicide because of you Mum | | ....... the edge with just my feet holding me up, i take one more step closer, to my death to my peace and my sorrow, i jump off the edge; i feel like a .......... | the end? | | This will be the last, ever brought up of our past Of lost love, extacy any self lothing sympathy. I was stupid, well more so than you, to stay with pain no one else but you knew. bloodied , beatin black n blue but i refused to ever leave you. So with brusise on my face and the force behind our .......... | Traveling the Long, Winding Road | | depression is a place where you don't want to be. this was a dark time in my life you must see. my life was a prison and i couldn't get out, you feel .......... | Trine | | Its been months now since I've known what you did When you turned your back on me i ran and hid It punctures all the holes in my heart; always wondering what tore us apart I guess it was those 3 words I said too much Was it my love? Did I not give enough? You were always trying to call me on the .......... | Grandma | | God needed one more to fill the empty space, he looked around the hospital and saw your sweet face, when you stopped breathing, we knew you were gone, you went so peacefully, so we knew you chose the right home, we knew your skies weren't so blue, and the roads were getting too tough for .......... | Life and Death | | Now I’m watching over you, because I cut it way too deep, don’t worry I’m still watching you, I watch when your asleep, I know you miss me so much, and you loved me with all your heart, but I’m in a better place now, and you cant tear it apart, you don’t have to worry now, I’m with some .......... | | 1| 2| 3| 4| 5| 6| Next> >> | | Death Poems: 1-10 of 80 |
Read Death Poems If the people we love
are stolen from us, the way to have them live on is to never
stop loving them. Buildings burn, people die, but real love is
forever.” This death quote expresses how to keep those lost
loved ones still alive in our thoughts and our hearts. Death
poems keep the lost love alive in memory.
Lost love poems and
romantic themed literature
sometimes deal with the tragedy of death between lovers and add
to the drama of the story such as Shakespeare’s Romeo and
Juliet. Death is considered from many cultures and religions in
many standpoints from around the world. Death is a part of our
lives and we deal with the death of a loved one, discuss the
religious or philosophical significance of death, and death
poems bring out the realization of the lament of the tragedies
and accomplishments in the process of dying and try to explain
life after death.
One can reflect and
reminisce over the memory of the lost loved one through death
poems. They can help ease the pain and confusion that is in the
aftermath of the tradedy of a lost love one. In fact there is
romance to be found in many love poems about death of loved ones, like William Shakespeare’s “Romeo and
Juliet.”
How do people fill in the void and depression once a loved one
passes on? The ramifications of death are a blow to anyone.
Death is celebrated, embraced, and feared throughout the world.
Death poems are found in customs, traditions, and ceremonies in
reaction to death around the world. They help with coping with
the confusion and disarray left in place of family death or
close friend now gone. One will find in
religious poems ways to help
cope with death such as in Latin liturgy with “Media Vita” and
the Jewish Mourner’s Kaddish prayer.
It is often hard to express sadness and bring it out to the open
and sad poems about death offer
avenues to do so. Death poems are one antidote to help. Move
forward from the depression
and sadness that one may feel after
their loss. Poems about death allow people to readjust and
realign when the fact of life turns and strikes, that life is
temporal.
Family Poem of the Day
JUBILANT FATHER
His face is like a sun, warms the moon beside him.
She´s grown full; tonight begins the waning.
The tide pulls through her very bones,
her form aches as each wave crests.
The earth pulse, heavy, blood warm within her
Beats new chords, old sun god chants.
"You are the first mother and the last,
all spring flesh has traveled through you."
Aztec plumed and gold beaded,
your priest kneels at the holy alter,
gathers each salt pearl shed, nectar for his sacrament.
You are the temple,
we pilgrims swept through the gates,
bent figures know the scent and petals of your presence,
spread our arms to harvest blossoms,
and your priest, sun struck, kneels beside you.
- CRISTINE McAULIFFE
Quote of the Day
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JUBILANT FATHER
His face is like a sun, warms the moon beside him.
She´s grown full; tonight begins the waning.
The tide pulls through her very bones,
her form aches as each wave crests.
The earth pulse, heavy, blood warm within her
Beats new chords, old sun god chants.
"You are the first mother and the last,
all spring flesh has traveled through you."
Aztec plumed and gold beaded,
your priest kneels at the holy alter,
gathers each salt pearl shed, nectar for his sacrament.
You are the temple,
we pilgrims swept through the gates,
bent figures know the scent and petals of your presence,
spread our arms to harvest blossoms,
and your priest, sun struck, kneels beside you.
- CRISTINE McAULIFFE |
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