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| Death Poems: 41-50 of 80 | | << <Prev 1| 2| 3| 4| 5| 6| 7| 8| Next> >> | 'For Kevin' | | ....... of me, shackled by the fear; dementia's ghost is close at hand, and death is almost here- confident with his mask of lies, he now .......... | Fallen Friends | | As my father tells me his story, his story of his escape from Vietnam, Tears fill his eyes and as he continues, my eyes, too, cannot stay dry. He and his close friends travel across land, Hiding between the trees of a midnight-darkened jungle. They face the constant danger of .......... | Far Apart....... | | That sparkle in your eye, that last goodbye, you held my hand against your heart, and told me that we would never be apart, you told me that I was beautiful, and that I was like a dream, you told me that my skin was golden, like the sunshines beam, but I never thought I .......... | Good Night and Good Mourning | | The glow of the moon Casting its shadow Erie on this perfect clear night You leave me too soon The tears start to flow And I lose control As you sing me, sing me to sleep Lullaby and goodnight Go to sleep my sweet baby Dream a dream, A beautiful dream A star .......... | I Never Had The Chance | | I never had the chance To hear you talk, Our time ran out Before you could walk. You were born with wings A sign we knew, That the man upstairs Would soon come for you. They laid you in my arms And I quietly mourned, For my dark haired angel That I had .......... | I Surrender | | Captured by the dismal Prison Twilight of my soul.... No longer can I bare the insanity within...... I recognize the imperceptible degree of what I've done..... Bittersweet forbidden love.... Uninhabitable is the life I have to offer...... Pathetic are .......... | I'll Never Forget | | I'll never forget Those golden brown curls How they gently cradled your shoulders Your smile more exquisite than northern lights Your voice so delightful and timid at times I'll never forget That very last glimpse Seeing so much of me in you Though years apart We had .......... | Impatient Inpatient | | In these wall that man cannot make Man confined me in a room I cannot break Mind so bound yet body so free Confined in a room with my eyes lost at sea In a cup they claim to provide my cure Confined in a room with my thoughts so impure At last I am free through perilous .......... | Loss | | Feels like a fire has let loose in my vein A new type of feeling a new defintion of pain Falling to the ground replays in my mind Never saw it coming but I guess it was time A loved one A mentor A blessing to me I question God's work how could you let this be What did I do wrong .......... | Marching Along | | ........ scared of the enemy for the enemy is death we are scared of ourselves we are scared to live we are marching along in fear | | << <Prev 1| 2| 3| 4| 5| 6| 7| 8| Next> >> | | Death Poems: 41-50 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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