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Death Poems

midevil
Twisted Dreamer
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Joined 6th June 2019
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Remains To Be Seen

 

You come to me but cannot see
and do not know I’m there.
For now you’re mine and for a time
you’ll stay within my care.
No need to wait I know you’re late
others are drawing your plans.
So near yet so far you aren’t and you are
in skillful and loving hands.
Naked and bare at peace you lie there
regretfully your rest is disturbed.
From vacant glazed eyes that wept mournful sad cries
to lips that won’t part for a word.
I’ll take what God gave a few more things to save
no pain and no loss will you feel.
With out and with in I caress cold lifeless skin
your secrets I dare not reveal.
Life essence replaced fulfilled dark empty space
you’re finished before I’ve begun.
May the tale be retold of a profession so old
it eclipses the oldest one.
In paradise or hell of this I can’t tell
the future is everyone’s end.
Loathed, shunned and feared when I appear
but the day draws when we’re closer than friends.
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midevil
Twisted Dreamer
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Joined 6th June 2019
Forum Posts: 69

Soul Searching

 

All is done the time has come I offer up no plea.
I stand accused of a life misused and of things that shouldn’t be.
In the dark’s a light harsh and bright to a spot with in the gloom.
This empty space is the place to stand in death’s courtroom.
I hear a crowd large and loud seemingly all around.
Not a word just laughter heard and gnashing weeping sounds.
Reaching out I begin to shout to the echo of my voice.
Then it ceased said over the peace, “Behold, what foolish choice!
You’ll realize threw thine own eyes what thy soul is worth.”
Again alone I’m back at home at the moment of my birth.
Seeing my mom and dad the hopes they had their pride and promise lost.
Through growing years the joys and tears how they endured the cost.
No thank you said I moved on ahead dismissing my childhood.
Uncaring and cold with little to hold and so much less understood.
The soft became hard I’d easily discard virtues innocent and weak.
Allowing in the pleasures of sin and the lust of my will I would seek.
How evil I seemed, “I’ve done good things!” I screamed but nothing came to mind.
How desperately I tried to find something inside no matter what ever the kind.
In the way I judged others my sisters and brothers I had broken all my own laws.
The judge had been me and too late do I see the truth that every one saw.
Then like a joke I beggingly spoke, “Forgive me,” my life’s final punch line.
The voice said with a smile, “Life was the trial then was the place and the time.
How dare you defend what you don’t comprehend things your soul cannot tell.
Mistaken foolishly to escape eternity we’re here to choose your damnation in hell.
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midevil
Twisted Dreamer
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Joined 6th June 2019
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Back And Forth

 

A final breath then came sight so focused and so clear.
Gone were all the ghosts of thought and the grave of fear.
Moments filled my clouding eyes each breaking through a haze.
Cherished memories going back to long forgotten days.
My beloved’s hand was of the first in passion clenching tight.
And like a prayer came the words, “All will be all right.”
A body frail makes lazy days with time’s slow ebbing tide.
Shown was my soul’s retreat with my love still at my side.
The children of my children each sat upon my knee.
My nighttime tales hushed them quiet as they slept so dreamily.
Then born to my son and daughter came children of there own.
Holidays filled with laughter rang through out my happy home.
 I saw again the wedding vowels of two that once were mine.
How sad and proud I had become at this special time.
I smiled at a happy memory with a friendly familiar face.
At chores I’ve done and of scenes of a far-flung distant place.
My children went from on there own back into waiting arms.
How carefully I cradled them and protected them from harm.
Again my thankful eyes were filled with my children’s birth.
I gazed once more at the face of angles here on earth.
Vows of love by joined young souls sharing a single life.
I watched as my beloved and I became a husband and a wife.
Childish scenes came in a flurry of school and some of play.
My fathers smile and mothers hug were more than words can say.
At last a bed of final rest lays a peaceful form.
Scars from toil lines from worry upon its face are worn.
The hand once clenched now feels soft but never lost its grip.
Hand in hand are an eager two resuming their eternal trip.


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Thetravelingfairy
Fire of Insight
United States 14awards
Joined 12th July 2017
Forum Posts: 252

Those Under the Ground are Lucky

those under the ground are lucky
melting into the earth with a decomposing body
those are the people at rest
the one’s that were rescued, and some were left
i am reminded by their graves
a declaration to the name they made
forever living in stone
while mine is forgotten
but when I’m lucky too
my name will be remembered too
though the stone cannot be moved
those under the ground are lucky

they cry at the lowering of the coffin
they wail in the shadow of the hearse
but for me, no tears are shed
inside I’m just as dead

those under the ground are lucky
shriveled bones and all
how they torture me with their silence
how they tease me with their peace
reminding me of that day when I’m set free
and the flowers and dirt suffocate me
they already made their great escape
but as for me
i’ll have to wait
those under the ground are lucky
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Tallen
earth_empath
Tyrant of Words
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Joined 15th Oct 2018
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aaaaaaaaaaaaaah
argh!!
the software is not liking me today...
 

Tallen
earth_empath
Tyrant of Words
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Joined 15th Oct 2018
Forum Posts: 2264

must have been a gliche  

Tallen
earth_empath
Tyrant of Words
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Joined 15th Oct 2018
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my sloth of towards Saturnine

 
What would my Breakfast be like  
without the Frosting?  
I don’t dine on chocolate cake often  
but O sublime with black coffee.  
 
I think DEATH without a linear timeline  
is very similar to my morning repast.  
 
Without the Frosting  
Without the cake  
Without the coffee – unpolluted  
 
Death needs a timeline  
a physical attachment  
a fear of…  
 
a FEAR…………..  
 
& while I love to eat desserts for Breakfast  
 
I have no Fear of zero sugar in my diet!  
 
…..no fear of a solid-less Tao  
 
So on my urn, please etch:  
 
“ I came by celestial accident  
& grew – survived to become  
the empath who belongs  
in the class of Healers who do  
not fear & know where we came’  
from. “
Written by Tallen (earth_empath)
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miseryomy
Twisted Dreamer
United States 1awards
Joined 26th Jan 2017
Forum Posts: 6

Periwinkle Pie

Periwinkle Pie

Tonight we dine as friends.
Tomorrow we shall die lovers.
Tonight we dine, a toast to the end.
Tomorrow our dead bond will be discovered.

A pie so sweet and savory.
Something to kill this pain away.
Who would of thought death could be so tasty?

We talk, we laugh, we cry.
About the daily feelings of suicide.
Most people will never understand who we are.
It used to matter, but we have come to far.

How the hell did we make it this long?
When everything in life is twisted and wrong.
Setting the questions aside no one has the answer.
Living this life is toxic as an incurable cancer.

One bite of Periwinkle pie.
A gentle kiss to ease the good-bye.
Holding hands for now and forever.
With Periwinkle pie death is best served together.
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Carpe_Noctem
Tyrant of Words
Spain 8awards
Joined 3rd Mar 2013
Forum Posts: 2915

Metaphorically Dead

Fuck this place
with its depression painted walls
traumatic trauma floorboards
Slowly serenading a death sentence
songs of misery, beleaguered
four walled panic attacks

Wallowing in cesspools of emptiness
no change today, sinking deeper
oh despair
clawing hands dragging
dragging marrow from the bone

Drought
where floods of tears once spewed
like ashened rain
washing away brittle bone

Mortis sets incased stone
petrified putrid statue
David
Eyes missing

Deceased exterior
inferno burning within
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Tallen
earth_empath
Tyrant of Words
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Joined 15th Oct 2018
Forum Posts: 2264

Charnel House

Where are we going
when we grow old?
 
Will we sit in a room
watching life go by
from an Old Folks tomb?
 
Awaiting the Grim Reaper’s
affections
replacing our pain and
Family rejections……….
 
Will we pass away the  
hours
staring out the window
one day covered in
flowers?
 
Will we ever come to
realize
need to let go and love
before it’s too late?
 
(before)  
Everyone  
wonders  
why did  
                                       
                                       _________i wait?
Written by Tallen (earth_empath)
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Carpe_Noctem
Tyrant of Words
Spain 8awards
Joined 3rd Mar 2013
Forum Posts: 2915

Moths


   We are but moths
fated to die
  drawn to life's flame
 Some do not rise
  dead before their time
Others burn early
   choosing the fast path
 the "dead legacy"
   all that's left behind
Still others wither
  dying slowly
like fading embers
  Death our one true
victory over time
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souladareatease
Tyrant of Words
United States 29awards
Joined 28th Dec 2012
Forum Posts: 5085

A TAX

deterioration stalks the withering stone 
the world of pyramid, Stonehenge and eye
gray cataracts fill voids in a milk-like layer
arthritic grasps for the indifferent
we stare in stun at the past 
the accelerated scare
while fog stays adrift, carried along with its promise
dreaming in the remembrance
the absolute of color
our future grey and tarot touted 
stuck just out of reach as the hour draws nearer
 
have You Your monument, flesh of stone preserved 
the pyre burning 
pre-built with extra care and joists 
Your columns are flaking 
while only yesterday painted 
I have a vision
futuristic and telling
soon the eyes will close
never to open again
but for now...
I remember
one day
I'll be
forgot

gothicsurrealism
Daniel Long
Thought Provoker
United States 6awards
Joined 26th Nov 2018
Forum Posts: 138

My Suicide

I died last night.
And after succumbing to the plight,
I woke up to a heaven which I’ve never worshiped.

Oh, stout and mighty were the pillars flanking the gate!
Had I lived of purer faith; I would have seen that my soul was too late.
So much to my displeasure now, I never dreamed it all to be true.

My eyes glazed over but without that dreaded, wakeful sting.
No, they were uncluttered of the sinful fog, now that they wanted to embrace the beautiful thing
that I had convinced myself never existed.

No! No, it is all true!
The pearls of my soul warmed to the light, and my soul for once felt forever free!
No longer is there any doubt! I’ve lived a good life and that’s all that matters.

Forgiven I must be for never accepting the light.
Do my eyes tell the sin of lies only because they’re in fright?
As I gaze on into the light?

Somehow the shining seems impenetrable to these deceased eyes,
is it hell I gaze into?
I reach out my frigid hand to bathe in its warmth.

But a sudden burning sensation ravaged my hand.
It was so violent I withdrew,
and upon bringing my hand back, I noticed it was charred black.

My eyes raised back up into the light
and I came to realize it was white-hot flames,
not a second more were there of my pains.

I then noticed the pillars erected around me were coal-black,
and the light that shown behind them
radiated in hues of yellow and orange like fire.

My deceased eyes tell terrible truths I had not believed in life.
Then a cold wind assaulted my body,
turning my skin into ice.

So, this is what the end looks like.
My soul charred, icy,
nevermore a conviction of fallacies!
Written by gothicsurrealism (Daniel Long)
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gothicsurrealism
Daniel Long
Thought Provoker
United States 6awards
Joined 26th Nov 2018
Forum Posts: 138

Weeds Grow Over My Friend's Grave

Long after our black departure,
consumed by earth,
despite dreams of an immortal memory,
we’ll all be forgotten.

She has a poetic journal in her keeping,
immortalizing her words.
An archive of Gothic poetry,
holding her inner most desires
of adventure, sex, love and expressionism.

Metaphors possessing such precision,
sorrows channel into a time capsule,
buried within her being.

A single page entry,
could make a novel
of a thousand pages
written in vanity.

Kept out of sight from anyone
who persists to view its delicate words.

This record’s the gold kept locked,
button by button, within her being.
There’s no possible combination
to this safe,

as it is with the heart;
mind of the body,
where flesh to bone, bottom to upper lip,
can be locked as a secret forever;
dying with the keeper.

As her body succumbs and decays,
the words whither in thin air
to pure non-existence.

Her words will live on as an entity
in a deathless tomb.
Written by gothicsurrealism (Daniel Long)
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gothicsurrealism
Daniel Long
Thought Provoker
United States 6awards
Joined 26th Nov 2018
Forum Posts: 138

The Elegance of Our Sunset

Death shall have a dominion.
Dawn’s birth to day’s life,
Dusk’s decay to the death of night:
Tis’ not our mortal decision.

Youth’s innocent juvenility,
Vitality’s vibrancy,
The elegantly decaying morbidity,
A corpse in the clay of its grave perishing –

The funeral of darkness at moonset.

Morning’s nativity bears us,
Afternoon’s perennial years,
Evening’s eve of death,
Night’s mortality.

Our flowering... we beautiful cherry blossoms!

The senescent years of our ripening,
The weathering of our childhood babyface,
The decay of our innocence,
The maturation of our witticism.

Oh, the serenity of the eventide.

Now our setting, crimson sun
Trickles hue of gold onto our long-trodden path.
Oh, how immortal is the hand of the clock
That shining ball in the sky run.

Tis’ the hour of nightfall, twilight in our shutting eyes.

…And soul’s fresh, immortal rebirth.
Written by gothicsurrealism (Daniel Long)
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