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| Death Poems: 71-80 of 80 | | << <Prev 3| 4| 5| 6| 7| 8| | "Would anyone notice" | | If tommorow comes and the coffee isn't made, would anyone notice that I wasn't here. If you go to get a shirt and find it isn't clean, would you just think that I was being mean? Would you check out the window to see if my car was here, or would you just think that I was .......... | MEMORIES THROUGH TIME | | We were together for many years We became as one It was like I had your blood running through my veins We could read each others thoughts Finish each others sentences Without saying a word There is so much I'd like to change But I can't turn back the hands of time Your .......... | The only word I cannot say | | I miss my friend O so much I miss his sweet and gentle touch He'd run his fingers through his hair If people laughed He didn't care He was cool But I was not He said someday We'd tie the knot I wish he'd hold me .......... | Avenge | | ....... evil schemes. my guilt is something that i want to erase. i see the death so clearly, my heart begins to race it was my fault before, .......... | Daddy's Little Girl | | Ever since the day that I've known about you I've always wanted to meet you. For years I've tried to look for you but I never found you. I always had hopes that one day we would meet Sometimes at nights when I think that I'm running out of hopes I cry and cry Till I fall .......... | Do You | | Do you love me for my personality? or do you love me for my beauty? Do you love me for my joyfullness? or do you love me for my social status? Do you love me for me? or do you love me for my money? Do you care for my feelings? or are you just playing? Do you .......... | i wish yure here | | Daddy come home I want to hug you I want to kiss you I want you to hold me like before If only you could hear me daddy what would you say? Daddy why'd you have to go NOW, Daddy why'd you have to leave? I did everything to have awarded in my high school life .......... | Run | | Run my small child Through the bloody fields Weave around the dead bodies But never slow down Beware of the cannons and bullets Run until you can run no more Don't cry my small child Let me die here Slowly and painfully I do not worry about me You must not let your .......... | Silent Screams: The Unheard Jews of 1943 | | Man with the gun, don't you hear my shriek? I yell and I scream. An exit I seek. I wish I was dead, away from it all. I wish I could stand, free and tall. I kick and yell, nowhere to run. You tell me, my life is done. I'm afraid for my life, I want .......... | Why? | | Please God, tell me why, Friends have to die. Its not fair and its not right, Oh god, Why some night? I didn't think life could end so fast, She is so young her years won't last. It'll be to late to say goodbye, Please god, Tell me why? Maybe life isn't what .......... | | << <Prev 3| 4| 5| 6| 7| 8| | | Death Poems: 71-80 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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