If you were Death...

Discribe being the reaper.

How would you -  feel about yourself? feel about your job? people in general? look? etc.

Rules:
-only 2 poems per person
-colabs are ok
-old or new

Good luck and have fun.

These humans so sinful
All they care for is themselves
They would even kill just for a god damn laugh
These humans they sicken me with their greed...their lust
They are far worse than even me
Some are good i will amit
They care... they give
But one day they will die... by my hands
My bloody,wicked hands...

Thank you for being the first poem and for the poem.Nice work.

thx...

The reaper I am.
My touch, brings death
I have a list, of the lost souls to proclaim
I come across her, slightly vain

She feels my breathe, impossible!
She smells my stench, impossible!
She wants my touch, impossible!
Her soul is not one I can proclaim

She reaches for me, what is this?
A role reversal, her touch brings her death
I cannot lay a hand, but my infatuation is taking hold
I love this mere mortal? A love destined to die

I cannot hold her, as she wants to hold me
I watch her face turn to me
Her death.. not yet destined to be
I've broken the code of conduct to which I decreed

Stripped of my rank, of my scythe.
Lost of the blackened robes, centuries of plight
A mere mortal is what i've become
May I lay a hand to her now?

I reach for her, and feel her smooth fingertip
A vain gasp, and trickling of tears
She knew not of what she's become
She is now Death, her work has been done.

I collapse under my own weight,
She realized this was my fate.
And ticks off her list, as I disappear
I rot at hell's gate

As she continues the work of her hate.

Kou_Indigo said:- I Am Death -
From Death’s Perspective

You cannot know the dire sights that I have seen,
For I have seen them all, through every living eye.
None can love me, for to do so is most obscene,
For to truly love Death, one must first wholly die!
So many have courted me, and sought my favor,
Sacrificing unto me, in wars and in blood loosed.
Yet, I do not want such evil laid upon my door…
And so I cry, as mortal sins must come to roost.
I am so beautiful a maiden, that you would weep,
To behold my countenance beneath the dark veil!
Yet to love me is to perish, your blood to seep…
Before my altar, before my form as bone so pale.

Yet love and I are not so distant in our relation…
For I must have compassion, and mercy, as well!
And so love and I are linked, in ancient tradition.
To many, I am the gate to both Heaven and Hell!
Without me you would live forever, even in pain,
With no one to release you from your suffering…
Death defines life, its’ meaning and its’ pure gain.
I wait as a patient lover, at the end of everything!
Through my kiss are souls changed, even reborn.
My wings enfold the righteous and the wicked…
I am dusk, even as life and light are oft the morn.
Winter is my old season, the season of the dead!

Why fear me, mortals, when I only wish to help?
For without me, age would increase without end.
Twisting body and mind, ever decreasing health!
I am not your foe but I can, eventually, be friend.
This is the curse of being me, as only I can bear!
I am eternally hated and loved, in equal measure.
One day I will come to deliver you from all care,
And in my kiss, you will experience my pleasure.
Do not hasten to my side, enjoy spring’s season,
And summer too, before winter snows must fall!
Ask not why I must be, for there is no reason…
I simply exist, and one day you will heed my call.

Wow, I really like this but i can't find it in your list, please add it so that i can add it to my reading list.

@Illuminatus Rex Regina


Excelent thank you for your poem. It was very good.

@Evan Sarov

Very nice turns of events. I rather like the consept :)

Everybody is doing really well. Thank you guys

Chasing you

You lived your life, you had your time.
Did you use it well?
Now you're dead, now you're mine,
couldn't you tell?

As I come to get your soul
I come to wipe you of the earths face.
You will become a ghoul,
did you understand, this was no race?

You chased after things you could never get.
You closed your eyes and ran right trough.
You stood alone in the rain, got wet.
You never saw the sun upon you.

But you reached the last station, son.
Your train stopped and you left.
Now I come to guide you, don't you run.
What is it you have left?

You lost your time while running away.
I think it would have been better to just stay.
You feared me, you fled, you sweared and you cried.
When you understood me, you finally died.

As Death, I Am Inept

My way is not mine; it was decided by those,
Who knew it would come when people would fight.
They would fight against time and nature and death,
And so I was conjured to make unwillingness disciplined.

I am inept when it comes to feeling sorrow or guilt,
For those who I collect when their time is through.
I am simply a transporter of the souls they have,
I do not know if they have lived in virtue or have sinned.

Some people do fear me as they think I am to blame,
Others worship me like I am accountable for something great.
But I neither hate nor love, or even appreciate any of this,
As I am inept of feeling, and of seeing the principles of what I do.
But I do not care that I am inept of any feeling,
How would I know what it feels like to care; I just exist.

freddwzz said:[quote-90548-Kou_Indigo]- I Am Death -
From Death’s Perspective

You cannot know the dire sights that I have seen,
For I have seen them all, through every living eye.
None can love me, for to do so is most obscene,
For to truly love Death, one must first wholly die!
So many have courted me, and sought my favor,
Sacrificing unto me, in wars and in blood loosed.
Yet, I do not want such evil laid upon my door…
And so I cry, as mortal sins must come to roost.
I am so beautiful a maiden, that you would weep,
To behold my countenance beneath the dark veil!
Yet to love me is to perish, your blood to seep…
Before my altar, before my form as bone so pale.

Yet love and I are not so distant in our relation…
For I must have compassion, and mercy, as well!
And so love and I are linked, in ancient tradition.
To many, I am the gate to both Heaven and Hell!
Without me you would live forever, even in pain,
With no one to release you from your suffering…
Death defines life, its’ meaning and its’ pure gain.
I wait as a patient lover, at the end of everything!
Through my kiss are souls changed, even reborn.
My wings enfold the righteous and the wicked…
I am dusk, even as life and light are oft the morn.
Winter is my old season, the season of the dead!

Why fear me, mortals, when I only wish to help?
For without me, age would increase without end.
Twisting body and mind, ever decreasing health!
I am not your foe but I can, eventually, be friend.
This is the curse of being me, as only I can bear!
I am eternally hated and loved, in equal measure.
One day I will come to deliver you from all care,
And in my kiss, you will experience my pleasure.
Do not hasten to my side, enjoy spring’s season,
And summer too, before winter snows must fall!
Ask not why I must be, for there is no reason…
I simply exist, and one day you will heed my call.

Wow, I really like this but i can't find it in your list, please add it so that i can add it to my reading list.[/quote]

Not a problem! I have just uploaded this poem in its' entirety to my regular poems here at Deep Underground. You will now be able to locate it and add it to your reading list. :)

A human life is sweet,
So sweet as I pass them by.
That I can taste their very lives.
Some are sour as fresh green grapes,
And leave my hands tingling when,
On those sad nights they curse their luck-
I take their souls back home.
Some are sweet,
As I imagine candy would be,
Mostly the children whom I hold in my arms,
And gently whisk away-
Very few adults who've known the world,
Ever taste so sweet.
Some are raw,
Fresh and new,
A saddening sight-
When there is a baby in my arms.
Some are packed full of life-
Like oranges,
something just feels right.
And wrong to discontinue their life.
The same is said, so often at times-
But my job must be done,
How lucky they all are,
To live and die,
Such short little lives.
That pass me by in seconds.
Can I never forget?
No, I can't.
Peeling out soul after soul,
And finding few amusements in my eternity.
Watching the sun set,
And the skies darken,
Star catching my eye, before I must go
To the next soul.
I must take back home.
I've seen some sights, some I'd rather un-see-
But only a human,
Can be so pretty,
So ghastly ugly,
Ignorant to the world-
Her beautiful wonders and colors.  
Only for humans, will this job never end.
They multiply,
And quickly they divide.
Sometimes their lives were just to short,
And I hurry to meet their side.
Cradling soul,
Little warm bundles of lights,
In my arms.
As I take them home upon the last rays of sun,
Or the darkened skies,
The burned ground-
The land of the lost and found,
Every mortal must meet their time-
I shall never meet mine.
This job isn't so bad now?
Not all the time.
It just goes on.

I am Death

Tender I in rising be
Among the fields where humans are
Going about their merry ways
Uncaring of the consequences
Multiply do they
In abandon
Full of glee
For what they sow
Not so true
With what they reap

When I come to claim
What I am destined
To take
They scream and kick
Against the post
Imbibing in portions
All so useless
When the time comes
Nothing still my scythe
To pluck to cut or merely  take

I come not in my full splendour
I come within a simple whisper
Times up I say
And lead you away
I come with the roar of trucks
I come with the water bubbles
I come in induced dreams
In fiery conflagration
Indeed I come in many forms
But not the hooded scythed
Groaning figment most depicted.