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Death Poems: 51-60 of 80
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My Saint of Heart
It feels so wrong, Yet feels so right. Soul of heart in battle, Yet something I cannot fight. My soul feels weak, My mind is screaming. My spirit collapses, My heart is bleeding. Soul shall withdraw, A war I cannot win. A saint that I am, Yet committed a ..........

Prison Without Bars
....... once again putting a hole in your vein. with each new hit, death comes on slow, but the human part of you, died long ..........

The Story's End
Do you Know the girl Who walks alone? The girl so sad she's practically dead. Do you know the girl dying for someone To mend her broken heart? While you walk past her snickering You don't know it's going to be a bloody night. And when you walk past her she's left in the ..........

The Sun Casts A Smile On The Generous Earth
The sun casts a smile On the generous earth While the leaves start to rustle As now goes by the hearse She takes them with pleasure; No doubts, no looks of despair But did they wish to be taken? Did they ask to be there? The night creeps behind them And their ..........

The Unencumbered Soul
Steady, rhythmic beating becoming slower, slower, slower, a stop, and there is beating no more. Water releases, the body relaxes. My heart drops to my stomach, my frantic movements all around are helpless. The final breath escapes, the soul takes flight just like the ..........

Untitled
i saw the deaths of millions, of the young and the old, i saw the deaths of many, all unfortold, i saw the death of you, ..........

When I Cry
....... move tediously through my eye. i cry about life, i cry about death, i don't know what is right, and i don't know what is ..........

When You Go
When you go it's just silence I hear how I long for you laughter, your cry, your cheer I feel like my heart is being pressured by sorrow and sadness my tears has now taken over my happiness A peice of my heart has been stolen from me why did you die so unexpectedly Cancer overtook ..........

Young Man
Young man, put it down..you're not perfect God knows, it's certainly not worth it When you put it all in to the scheme of life Taking it away is the easiest way to deal with strife It saddens me to no end When yet another man loses yet another friend Just think of the sun that you ..........

Asha Hill
....... what i would give, to be the one that didn't live. flames consume, depression burns, no one knows how bad this hurts. her ..........
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Death Poems: 51-60 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.

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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

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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

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