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| Death Poems: 31-40 of 80 | | << <Prev 1| 2| 3| 4| 5| 6| 7| 8| Next> >> | A Lifetime Away | | The leaves have fallen from the trees And summer days are gone. Lingering twilight in the chilling breeze And the end of the robin's song. All of my life I searched for you Not knowing it until that day When you appeared out of the blue After almost a lifetime away. Somehow we knew .......... | Precious Loan | | God blesses us each with so many things And sometimes that blessing is a child. He chooses a special angel, picked just for you And loans them to you for awhile. From the time they arrive They hold your heart in their hands And add countless precious moments to your life And each night .......... | X Cut X | | Why does it have to be me To go though this Why does it have to be me Who can never show it I'm crying cant you see Don't you care about me? I lock myself in the bathroom I won't let anybody in Then I see it Perfectly sharpend in all its glory To help me, Release me Let me be free I .......... | True Love Lost | | The moonless night cupped me in its hands Without a star and only the light post to keep me company My thoughts are with you. With silence around me and only my footsteps for company My thoughts are with you. As the cool winter breeze caresses my face My thoughts are with you. As tears well up .......... | life is ending | | i dont think i can deal with this anymore no love, just agony and pain the pain makes me want to walk out the door staying much longer will drive me insane i realy have the desire to kill mine is in danger even if i lie but i would be the victim of this trill i surelly will be the next .......... | The Dark | | Cold as ice, Pale as snow, Lifeless eyes, The Darkness grows. Freezing cold, The wind seems to be, Everything is dead, The Darkness sees. Cold-hearted suicide, They are hidden behind lies, A cry is heard throughout the land, The people finally take a stand. The light comes .......... | The End | | ....... the ways that you've chose to defend. what a coward's plan, to welcome death, and embrace an untimely end. then meet your death, you .......... | Dead | | Truth lies behind the imagined unreality. Through the lens he sees the world changing, living, dying, moving on. He watches and waits for the perfect moment, The instant that comes and goes in a heartbeat. Like a black and white photograph The world stands still, Stark .......... | Death | | It is inevitable. No living being is capable of avoiding its dreadful wrath. It scorns the newly born and feasts upon the old. It possesses no love, nor hate and only leaves behind memories to hold. It is inevitable. It slowly drains the life from colors and leaves behind its .......... | Eternal Sleep | | death... it calls my name inside my head. it makes me ache and yearn for more. it eats away my tortured soul. am i a fool, too blind to .......... | | << <Prev 1| 2| 3| 4| 5| 6| 7| 8| Next> >> | | Death Poems: 31-40 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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