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| Death Poems: 31-40 of 80 | | << <Prev 1| 2| 3| 4| 5| 6| 7| 8| Next> >> | A Lifetime Away | | The leaves have fallen from the trees And summer days are gone. Lingering twilight in the chilling breeze And the end of the robin's song. All of my life I searched for you Not knowing it until that day When you appeared out of the blue After almost a lifetime away. Somehow we knew .......... | Precious Loan | | God blesses us each with so many things And sometimes that blessing is a child. He chooses a special angel, picked just for you And loans them to you for awhile. From the time they arrive They hold your heart in their hands And add countless precious moments to your life And each night .......... | X Cut X | | Why does it have to be me To go though this Why does it have to be me Who can never show it I'm crying cant you see Don't you care about me? I lock myself in the bathroom I won't let anybody in Then I see it Perfectly sharpend in all its glory To help me, Release me Let me be free I .......... | True Love Lost | | The moonless night cupped me in its hands Without a star and only the light post to keep me company My thoughts are with you. With silence around me and only my footsteps for company My thoughts are with you. As the cool winter breeze caresses my face My thoughts are with you. As tears well up .......... | life is ending | | i dont think i can deal with this anymore no love, just agony and pain the pain makes me want to walk out the door staying much longer will drive me insane i realy have the desire to kill mine is in danger even if i lie but i would be the victim of this trill i surelly will be the next .......... | The Dark | | Cold as ice, Pale as snow, Lifeless eyes, The Darkness grows. Freezing cold, The wind seems to be, Everything is dead, The Darkness sees. Cold-hearted suicide, They are hidden behind lies, A cry is heard throughout the land, The people finally take a stand. The light comes .......... | The End | | ....... the ways that you've chose to defend. what a coward's plan, to welcome death, and embrace an untimely end. then meet your death, you .......... | Dead | | Truth lies behind the imagined unreality. Through the lens he sees the world changing, living, dying, moving on. He watches and waits for the perfect moment, The instant that comes and goes in a heartbeat. Like a black and white photograph The world stands still, Stark .......... | Death | | It is inevitable. No living being is capable of avoiding its dreadful wrath. It scorns the newly born and feasts upon the old. It possesses no love, nor hate and only leaves behind memories to hold. It is inevitable. It slowly drains the life from colors and leaves behind its .......... | Eternal Sleep | | death... it calls my name inside my head. it makes me ache and yearn for more. it eats away my tortured soul. am i a fool, too blind to .......... | | << <Prev 1| 2| 3| 4| 5| 6| 7| 8| Next> >> | | Death Poems: 31-40 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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