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| Death Poems: 61-70 of 80 | | << <Prev 2| 3| 4| 5| 6| 7| 8| Next> >> | Goodbye Friend | | To Herschel we must say goodbye He wouldn't want to hear us cry... A sweeter man we've never met In our hearts we'll never forget! The angels came to take him home, Now we are left on earth to roam. His time was long, yet seemed too short To memories now we must .......... | lose the one yu love ; im still me<3 | | I am the daughter of Elizabeth Diane Saintcross I wonder if things could've been different I hear the screams of my drunken mother I see my dads sobbing, wet face I want things to change I am Meghan Elizabeth Totty I came home one sunny day from the park I found what I wish .......... | Remember When | | Remember when you told me That you'll always stay by my side Remember when you told me Big girls never cry. Remember when you sang A sweet song in my ear Remember when you tucked me in And always said a prayer. Remember when you gave me .......... | Snow Angel | | You wanted snow and you got it Not when you were here on this earth, But when you walked through heaven's gates, Your dream came to life I'll never forget you There is a special place in my heart Always and forever I'll love you You had a spark like no other That .......... | The Door | | The candle's lit, she's walking down the dusty hall. Face so smeared and dirty for this little girl, so small. The floorboards creak, she's frightened she doesn't want to wake her now. For if her mama's up she knows she'll get punished, who knows how. .......... | The Empty Chair | | Take a good look at this empty chair It's all your fault it's even here Once holding memories of laughter and tears, It sits here collecting dust Reminding everyone of the pain Life at home will never be the same. What really happened that day We may never know We may .......... | The Phoenix | | ....... a dark disease spread forth running through and self loathing and death grew and grew always it flew across war torn ground .......... | The Rawhide Kid | | ....... rowdy drunk, or ornery fool, just woundin' a gunslinger ain't 'nough, death lays the safest rule, on the run, gotta stay alert, wild .......... | Together | | They gave each of us a number All of my family were there Our neighbors and our friends All were crammed together We walked until we stumbled Then crawled into cold rough wagons Elbow to elbow we traveled for miles But at least we were together Yeah .......... | Together | | Together They gave each of us a number All of my family were there Our neighbors and our friends All were crammed together We walked until we stumbled Then crawled into cold rough wagons Elbow to elbow we traveled for miles But at least we were .......... | | << <Prev 2| 3| 4| 5| 6| 7| 8| Next> >> | | Death Poems: 61-70 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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