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| Death Poems: 21-30 of 80 | | << <Prev 1| 2| 3| 4| 5| 6| 7| 8| Next> >> | The Death Of An Innocent | | I went to a party, mom I remembered what you said you told me not to drink, mom so I drank soda instead. I felt really proud inside, mom the way you said I would I didn't drink and drive, mom even though the others said I should I know I did the right thing, mom I know your always .......... | Daddy's Song | | Mama, please don't cry Daddy's gone forever I promise it's over Everything's gonna be alright He promised us happiness He promised us faith He promised us everything And took it all away Daddy, please don't leave Daddy, please don't go away I promise, Daddy, Mamma won't cry .......... | Only Three | | My name is Misty, I am but three my eyes are swollen shut I can not see I must be stupid I must be bad what else could have made my daddy so mad I wish I were better I wish I weren't ugly then maybe my mommy would still want to hug me I can't speak at all I can't do no wrong or I get .......... | An Unlikely Hero | | An Unlikely Hero The dawn erupted in a shower of orange and gold Greeted by a sleepless eye, huddled on a bench against the cold. A tattered jacket'a filthy hat'a soleless shoe. His was a name that no one knew. Beside him lay a bottle, it had become his only friend. He tipped it back, .......... | The Day I Died Inside | | The silent car ride, The tearful eyes The day I finally died inside. The blood soaked wrist And the glistening knife Were the things that Should have ended my life. They rushed me off To the hospital that night A place for people Who lived in fright The horrific white .......... | Until Tomorrow | | So I must wait until tomorrow you see the news coming so unexpectly, The night she told me you where gone, I thought surely I couldn't carry on. I miss your voice night and day, Oh how I wish I could see your face. I walk the streets and think of when, The laughter we shared will never end. .......... | The Girl | | How did I get these memories? This girl is a stranger to me And yet I see what happened to her I see her cry and plea This girl was murdered by a stranger Her aura covered with fear She screamed until her remaining breath And her final tear I hate to watch what happened to her But .......... | A Cradle To Rock | | how bad is a life, without love to give? well I say to myself, that's a horrible life to live. when I wake up every night crying to hear, that one little voice that brings me to tears. you were not all mine, but I hurt when you felt one once of pain. one night of sickness, that horrible .......... | EUTHANASIA (Ariels Cross) | | Sipping herbal tea,I sensed your tension You ask if I would pray with you this time I knew this be the night you ask The Angel To descend upon your sleep;Lift this cross If I only had one wish I'd take your place I shivered when you whispered;It was time But true to my commitment to your .......... | Suicide | | If I'm dead and in the grave, will you still love me? If I look up, will I see the flowers you left above me? When the worms begin to feed again, it feels like when you loved me. When decay becomes my closet friend, will you be thinking of me? I feel so alone since those days are gone when .......... | | << <Prev 1| 2| 3| 4| 5| 6| 7| 8| Next> >> | | Death Poems: 21-30 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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