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| Death Poems: 41-50 of 80 | | << <Prev 1| 2| 3| 4| 5| 6| 7| 8| Next> >> | 'For Kevin' | | ....... of me, shackled by the fear; dementia's ghost is close at hand, and death is almost here- confident with his mask of lies, he now .......... | Fallen Friends | | As my father tells me his story, his story of his escape from Vietnam, Tears fill his eyes and as he continues, my eyes, too, cannot stay dry. He and his close friends travel across land, Hiding between the trees of a midnight-darkened jungle. They face the constant danger of .......... | Far Apart....... | | That sparkle in your eye, that last goodbye, you held my hand against your heart, and told me that we would never be apart, you told me that I was beautiful, and that I was like a dream, you told me that my skin was golden, like the sunshines beam, but I never thought I .......... | Good Night and Good Mourning | | The glow of the moon Casting its shadow Erie on this perfect clear night You leave me too soon The tears start to flow And I lose control As you sing me, sing me to sleep Lullaby and goodnight Go to sleep my sweet baby Dream a dream, A beautiful dream A star .......... | I Never Had The Chance | | I never had the chance To hear you talk, Our time ran out Before you could walk. You were born with wings A sign we knew, That the man upstairs Would soon come for you. They laid you in my arms And I quietly mourned, For my dark haired angel That I had .......... | I Surrender | | Captured by the dismal Prison Twilight of my soul.... No longer can I bare the insanity within...... I recognize the imperceptible degree of what I've done..... Bittersweet forbidden love.... Uninhabitable is the life I have to offer...... Pathetic are .......... | I'll Never Forget | | I'll never forget Those golden brown curls How they gently cradled your shoulders Your smile more exquisite than northern lights Your voice so delightful and timid at times I'll never forget That very last glimpse Seeing so much of me in you Though years apart We had .......... | Impatient Inpatient | | In these wall that man cannot make Man confined me in a room I cannot break Mind so bound yet body so free Confined in a room with my eyes lost at sea In a cup they claim to provide my cure Confined in a room with my thoughts so impure At last I am free through perilous .......... | Loss | | Feels like a fire has let loose in my vein A new type of feeling a new defintion of pain Falling to the ground replays in my mind Never saw it coming but I guess it was time A loved one A mentor A blessing to me I question God's work how could you let this be What did I do wrong .......... | Marching Along | | ........ scared of the enemy for the enemy is death we are scared of ourselves we are scared to live we are marching along in fear | | << <Prev 1| 2| 3| 4| 5| 6| 7| 8| Next> >> | | Death Poems: 41-50 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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