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| Death Poems: 11-20 of 80 | | 1| 2| 3| 4| 5| 6| 7| Next> >> | WHY | | JUST WHEN YOU THINK THINGS GET BETTER IT GETS WORSE...THEN WHY THE HELL DID GOD PUT ME ON THIS EARTH?...WELL I'M HAPPY HE DID I'M HAPPY FOR KNOW BUT WHY TAKE MY GRAND POP FROM ME NOW..HE WAS MY FRIEND HE WAS MY PAL..HE WAS THE ONE THAT WOULD HOLD ME DOWN.NOW YOUR GONE I CAN'T STOP CRYING. NOW I .......... | Detox | | Sitting Dying in the heat The heat from within The burning flame Shivering Shaking from the cold Releasing the toxins Setting it right once more Shaking Hairs upended Purifying the soul To remove all the troubles Weak Unable to move at all Pushing to the limit Too much for .......... | Discreet Abuse | | In the early afternoon hours, he treats her like a queen For when people are around, nothing is what it seems. And all the yesterdays have been forgotten Like he's never hit her before, Like she's never screamed out in pain, Never screamed, 'No More!' For when people are around, He's .......... | Ernie's Walk | | He was writing a song Down by the river By Ernie's walk where the cactuses grow The flower bed still shows the spot. The river's just a trickle, staining the cement That's where it was, They were sitting in the shade Never would've guessed That's where it would end My phone rang .......... | Out of Time | | I always say that I am out of time. It seems that time goes too fast. No matter what I do. It never helps me inside. Because I am out of time. I tried to make things right. But I was out of time. I wonder if my life will be out of time. I wish I could go back and change the hands of .......... | Who Are You | | Who are you to come to me as I lay within this pine. Who are you to shed those tears to claim that all was fine. Who are you to call me friend and say I will be missed. Who are you to touch my hand with one as cold and stiff. Who are you to praise my past, and steal my life of .......... | Hurt Till Thee End | | My man hit me last night. Just cause I spoke Back to him. Said he was the man of the house, And I shouldn't dare talk back to him. So, I held my face in my hand an began to cry. Lord, why does a man hit a woman this way? I got down on my knees an began to pray. How could he hit .......... | Little Boy | | Little boy on the hill, Oh so cold and lying still. Little boy full of grace, I can trace the image of your face. Little boy forever young, While I've come completely undone. In my head and in my heart, Time can't erase that we've been apart. Year after year how I wish you were .......... | Going Home | | Go rest now precious one, Your life in eternity has just begun. Now you can walk, your legs are brand new. All of heaven is now in your view. Look all around,it's all in your sight, There will never be another dark night. Flowers and jewels, the street of pure gold,and all of the .......... | Children Who Die Are Not Really Alone | | Children who die are not really gone, But go to a place that is something like home, Where they sleep the deep sleep, as quiet as stone, Until we can join them when our lives are done. Children who die are not really dead, But just like good children tucked into bed, Wait the long wait .......... | | 1| 2| 3| 4| 5| 6| 7| Next> >> | | Death Poems: 11-20 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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