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| Death Poems: 1-10 of 80 | | 1| 2| 3| 4| 5| 6| Next> >> | My Drug | | Re-arranged, Underneath All that lives Blessings bleak Contemplating why I live Spoon-fed like a little kid All the hate that's built inside Entertains my suicide. Wonder if I'll get it right Cry her self to sleep at night All my pains will go away Cause I popped the pill today Crushed like .......... | She Who Weeps | | e Who Weeps Pity, sympathy for the young girl in the corner. Love written on her arms, An attempt to cover the cuts. Sorrow, regret for causing so much pain. Curled in a ball, Her head in her hands. Will no on help her? Anger, frustration for all her mistakes. Tears quietly sloping down her .......... | Standing Tall | | Standing Tall by: Frincess Mancilla Here I am standing tall Afraid of what I cannot recall Thinking of If I was to fall Would I fall hard With no Fear at all? I look around and see a blade If I were to take it up Would it soothe my rage A cut on the arm Evidences of before Should I do it again 7 .......... | SUICIDE | | Open your angel eyes wide don’t get lost in the lavender sky shake all the stars from your hair taste your sweet, salty, bitter skin cut the poison from your tongue don’t sleep beneath the candy acid sun please don’t follow the fairy dust Don’t sleep to heavy in your cherry blossom bed peel the .......... | Suicide because of you Mum | | ....... the edge with just my feet holding me up, i take one more step closer, to my death to my peace and my sorrow, i jump off the edge; i feel like a .......... | the end? | | This will be the last, ever brought up of our past Of lost love, extacy any self lothing sympathy. I was stupid, well more so than you, to stay with pain no one else but you knew. bloodied , beatin black n blue but i refused to ever leave you. So with brusise on my face and the force behind our .......... | Traveling the Long, Winding Road | | depression is a place where you don't want to be. this was a dark time in my life you must see. my life was a prison and i couldn't get out, you feel .......... | Trine | | Its been months now since I've known what you did When you turned your back on me i ran and hid It punctures all the holes in my heart; always wondering what tore us apart I guess it was those 3 words I said too much Was it my love? Did I not give enough? You were always trying to call me on the .......... | Grandma | | God needed one more to fill the empty space, he looked around the hospital and saw your sweet face, when you stopped breathing, we knew you were gone, you went so peacefully, so we knew you chose the right home, we knew your skies weren't so blue, and the roads were getting too tough for .......... | Life and Death | | Now I’m watching over you, because I cut it way too deep, don’t worry I’m still watching you, I watch when your asleep, I know you miss me so much, and you loved me with all your heart, but I’m in a better place now, and you cant tear it apart, you don’t have to worry now, I’m with some .......... | | 1| 2| 3| 4| 5| 6| Next> >> | | Death Poems: 1-10 of 80 |
Death Poetry
Deaths entry into our lives is a shattering and unwelcome event. The
feelings of pain and loss are so terrible. Yet, death is unavoidable and a part of the cycle of life. Losing a loved one, a family member, a
best friend, a child....so much pain. Loved ones are left with so many questions. Why? Why did it have to happen? Why suicide? How can I go on? So many questions, so few answers.
Healing and Death
We must find ways to grieve. For without grief there can be no comfort. Often we must force ourselves to reach into our subconscious to uncover our true feelings. Only when we have allowed ourselves to feel all of our pain can we begin to face our loss and slowly begin to heal.
Poetry about Death
Poetry is a great way to get in touch with our sadness. Death poetry has been established in many cultures and religious practices. In Judaism the Mourners Kadish is a beautifully recited prayer for the dead that is exquisitely composed with rhythm and rhyming in Hebrew. The Requiem Mass of the Catholic Church is a monophonic liturgical chant for the dead that has been established for centuries. These are just a two examples of Death Poetry that help aid those in mourning. To sit down with paper and pen, to delve into our subconscious, to expose our true feelings, to turn feelings into words, to shape words into sentences, sentences into complete thoughts into death poetry is an ancient practice to better understand the loss of a loved one.
Poems about Death |
| Sad Poems |
Friend Death Poems |
Grandmothers Death Poems |
Obituary Poems |
| Mother Death Poems |
Baby Death Poems |
Deceased Poems |
Morbid Poems |
| Life And Death Poems |
Suicide Poems |
Bereavement Poems |
Suicide Note Poems |
| Father Death Poems |
Depressed Poems |
Broken Heart Poems |
Feeling Suicidal Poems |
| Child Death Poems |
Burial Poems |
Grieving Poems |
Sympathy Poems |
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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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