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| Death Poems: 21-30 of 80 | | << <Prev 1| 2| 3| 4| 5| 6| 7| 8| Next> >> | The Death Of An Innocent | | I went to a party, mom I remembered what you said you told me not to drink, mom so I drank soda instead. I felt really proud inside, mom the way you said I would I didn't drink and drive, mom even though the others said I should I know I did the right thing, mom I know your always .......... | Daddy's Song | | Mama, please don't cry Daddy's gone forever I promise it's over Everything's gonna be alright He promised us happiness He promised us faith He promised us everything And took it all away Daddy, please don't leave Daddy, please don't go away I promise, Daddy, Mamma won't cry .......... | Only Three | | My name is Misty, I am but three my eyes are swollen shut I can not see I must be stupid I must be bad what else could have made my daddy so mad I wish I were better I wish I weren't ugly then maybe my mommy would still want to hug me I can't speak at all I can't do no wrong or I get .......... | An Unlikely Hero | | An Unlikely Hero The dawn erupted in a shower of orange and gold Greeted by a sleepless eye, huddled on a bench against the cold. A tattered jacket'a filthy hat'a soleless shoe. His was a name that no one knew. Beside him lay a bottle, it had become his only friend. He tipped it back, .......... | The Day I Died Inside | | The silent car ride, The tearful eyes The day I finally died inside. The blood soaked wrist And the glistening knife Were the things that Should have ended my life. They rushed me off To the hospital that night A place for people Who lived in fright The horrific white .......... | Until Tomorrow | | So I must wait until tomorrow you see the news coming so unexpectly, The night she told me you where gone, I thought surely I couldn't carry on. I miss your voice night and day, Oh how I wish I could see your face. I walk the streets and think of when, The laughter we shared will never end. .......... | The Girl | | How did I get these memories? This girl is a stranger to me And yet I see what happened to her I see her cry and plea This girl was murdered by a stranger Her aura covered with fear She screamed until her remaining breath And her final tear I hate to watch what happened to her But .......... | A Cradle To Rock | | how bad is a life, without love to give? well I say to myself, that's a horrible life to live. when I wake up every night crying to hear, that one little voice that brings me to tears. you were not all mine, but I hurt when you felt one once of pain. one night of sickness, that horrible .......... | EUTHANASIA (Ariels Cross) | | Sipping herbal tea,I sensed your tension You ask if I would pray with you this time I knew this be the night you ask The Angel To descend upon your sleep;Lift this cross If I only had one wish I'd take your place I shivered when you whispered;It was time But true to my commitment to your .......... | Suicide | | If I'm dead and in the grave, will you still love me? If I look up, will I see the flowers you left above me? When the worms begin to feed again, it feels like when you loved me. When decay becomes my closet friend, will you be thinking of me? I feel so alone since those days are gone when .......... | | << <Prev 1| 2| 3| 4| 5| 6| 7| 8| Next> >> | | Death Poems: 21-30 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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