Poems About Death Seeking Friendly Advice
#death
Poems about death seeking friendly advice. Friendly advice and comments have been requested for these poems.
Wedding Vow
It feels just like an 808
going off inside my bones
Alongside this heart monitor
keeping time with its broken tones
It sounds like our song is playing
down in the emergency room
Where the atmosphere is sterile
and where the ROSE is off the bloom
We said we’d grow old together
Was THAT supposed to be at now?
We’ve held each other through the worst
like it said in our wedding vow
“For better’s” around the corner
or I don’t get the silly joke
Maybe we’ll get lucky once
before both of us up and croak
Some...
going off inside my bones
Alongside this heart monitor
keeping time with its broken tones
It sounds like our song is playing
down in the emergency room
Where the atmosphere is sterile
and where the ROSE is off the bloom
We said we’d grow old together
Was THAT supposed to be at now?
We’ve held each other through the worst
like it said in our wedding vow
“For better’s” around the corner
or I don’t get the silly joke
Maybe we’ll get lucky once
before both of us up and croak
Some...
#aging
#death
#marriage
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Snuffed Pilot Light
Once I moved up two flights of stairs
Yeah... With the woman of my dreams
We lived with a dog and two cats
Forever ago - now it seems
We got married at a courthouse
and slowly drove each other nuts
And our fights might last half an hour
Where we'd chew out each other's butts
We were living for the weekends
On a Dollar Tree type budget
Could not tell you how we made it
But it's nothing I'll soon forget
Forever is not long enough
and the reaper's never bluffed
It's been tough living without her
since someone's...
Yeah... With the woman of my dreams
We lived with a dog and two cats
Forever ago - now it seems
We got married at a courthouse
and slowly drove each other nuts
And our fights might last half an hour
Where we'd chew out each other's butts
We were living for the weekends
On a Dollar Tree type budget
Could not tell you how we made it
But it's nothing I'll soon forget
Forever is not long enough
and the reaper's never bluffed
It's been tough living without her
since someone's...
#aging
#death
#marriage
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Jellybean
#death
#grief
#love
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The Ghosts' unshared Story
shadows breed in twilight realms
there secrets blurred within boundaries
between light and darkness
whispered unfulfilled promises
there ghosts wander listlessly
not so white but faded grey
they look for wisps of promises
made by cruel lying lovers
in spectral robes perpetually blown
by invisible wind unfelt by some
their anguished cries for redemption
are moans when heard by fleshed humans
they weave their stories
between the shining moon
and the grey oncoming morn
spectral figures sorrow torn ...
there secrets blurred within boundaries
between light and darkness
whispered unfulfilled promises
there ghosts wander listlessly
not so white but faded grey
they look for wisps of promises
made by cruel lying lovers
in spectral robes perpetually blown
by invisible wind unfelt by some
their anguished cries for redemption
are moans when heard by fleshed humans
they weave their stories
between the shining moon
and the grey oncoming morn
spectral figures sorrow torn ...
#dark
#death
#fiction
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Lower Decibel
the messages muffled
seeping up as passageways
under mounds of anthills
whispers as evil black geysers
they groan lustfully for life
fingernails broken clawing dirt
made out of dead leaves
eruptions of growling bubbling lava
it's a death note of vengeance
from the old grey mound
of flesh dead and decomposed
wriggles of maggots dancers
stare into the face
of your inevitability
so take no pride
in your beauty
seeping up as passageways
under mounds of anthills
whispers as evil black geysers
they groan lustfully for life
fingernails broken clawing dirt
made out of dead leaves
eruptions of growling bubbling lava
it's a death note of vengeance
from the old grey mound
of flesh dead and decomposed
wriggles of maggots dancers
stare into the face
of your inevitability
so take no pride
in your beauty
#death
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Dear Stewie
Why wouldn’t you think she passed away
when she hasn’t ever returned
The same fate befallen others
whose time with our pack has adjourned
I saw her today, dear Stewie
In the confines of a wheelchair
I understand the fears you face
and it’s more than my heart can bear
She’s in a convalescent home
after breaking both of her feet
Right after losing your mistress
when our dog pack was once complete
I seem to be last man standing
and you’re worried I’ll follow suit
Every time I depart from home
and what all that would...
when she hasn’t ever returned
The same fate befallen others
whose time with our pack has adjourned
I saw her today, dear Stewie
In the confines of a wheelchair
I understand the fears you face
and it’s more than my heart can bear
She’s in a convalescent home
after breaking both of her feet
Right after losing your mistress
when our dog pack was once complete
I seem to be last man standing
and you’re worried I’ll follow suit
Every time I depart from home
and what all that would...
#aging
#death
#LifeCycle
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Time
Time recedes becomes the past
leaving us jetsam on the present shore,
or figure head on the prow of life the last
all will hear is time's fast receding roar.
Ground down by time become the detritus
the figure head, a totem, nothing more,
round which dance the dust of the rest of us
spewed out of time's retreating maw.
The future to come to be the present
comes swift, willingly to lend,
this fleetingly brief presence
then without fuss, breathes, end...
leaving us jetsam on the present shore,
or figure head on the prow of life the last
all will hear is time's fast receding roar.
Ground down by time become the detritus
the figure head, a totem, nothing more,
round which dance the dust of the rest of us
spewed out of time's retreating maw.
The future to come to be the present
comes swift, willingly to lend,
this fleetingly brief presence
then without fuss, breathes, end...
#death
#rhyming
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Same old song
It’s all so
Cliched
I’m an age-old soul,
I’ve never been a
‘You wanna bang?’-single-note-sellout
And these pathetic
Attempts
Are being played out
On an ever
Shrinking stage;
I long for substance!
Not some quick
Shot in the dark;
Do we not all,
At least quietly,
Beat on the door to heaven,
Begging a kindred soul?
Or,
Like as not,
I’m fool enough
To think they all
Do as I do;
Still,
I’m a dreamer,
Treading blissfully in
The Elysian...
Cliched
I’m an age-old soul,
I’ve never been a
‘You wanna bang?’-single-note-sellout
And these pathetic
Attempts
Are being played out
On an ever
Shrinking stage;
I long for substance!
Not some quick
Shot in the dark;
Do we not all,
At least quietly,
Beat on the door to heaven,
Begging a kindred soul?
Or,
Like as not,
I’m fool enough
To think they all
Do as I do;
Still,
I’m a dreamer,
Treading blissfully in
The Elysian...
#death
#depression
#grief
#hope
#love
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Street Poet
Street Poet filled with thug love, thug prowess with a thug hold on life. Yet dying from another thugs slug. Pistols in my heart, and tears for my fallen comrades.Rest in peace my gees, as I pour out this thug jug in your memory. I felt your family pain, I hope you feel my
energy, as I thug on our enemies. I remember how we laugh and joked, blunts blazing and full of smoke. Yes this street Poet, is writing in your memory, with tears in my eyes as I take a another tote. Blood and tears in every line. Give me a moment to wipe my eyes an clear my throat. We all have a story to tell,...
energy, as I thug on our enemies. I remember how we laugh and joked, blunts blazing and full of smoke. Yes this street Poet, is writing in your memory, with tears in my eyes as I take a another tote. Blood and tears in every line. Give me a moment to wipe my eyes an clear my throat. We all have a story to tell,...
#childhood
#death
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Lonesome Travels
Down a dark alley he walked,
Not minding the cold.
Missing the life that he had,
And his woman to hold.
From the ashes of utter defeat,
Came his determination.
And from his continued struggles,
Was born his miserable destruction.
He tried for the gain of nothing,
He tried in spite of his failings.
He tried, rightly so, he couldn't,
He tried, against all his feelings.
As he stumbles, so bitter, alone,
With no one to stand beside.
He wished that he could have made it,
He wished he hadn't've lied. ...
Not minding the cold.
Missing the life that he had,
And his woman to hold.
From the ashes of utter defeat,
Came his determination.
And from his continued struggles,
Was born his miserable destruction.
He tried for the gain of nothing,
He tried in spite of his failings.
He tried, rightly so, he couldn't,
He tried, against all his feelings.
As he stumbles, so bitter, alone,
With no one to stand beside.
He wished that he could have made it,
He wished he hadn't've lied. ...
#death
#depression
#suicide
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He Is Often Garbed In Green
He is often garbed in green and it may seem as if a dream, if you have the fortune to listen to him
Black sockets of the skull and skeletal features are his form, although others may change his name and appearance to suit their thoughts
He is not constrained by space or time and when and where he visits there is no discernible direction
His size is variable and his tales are often odd
In the deep of night, I have conversed with him and he (if such a thing can be a he at all!) has told me much
Often I scribble down these moments from when I have...
Black sockets of the skull and skeletal features are his form, although others may change his name and appearance to suit their thoughts
He is not constrained by space or time and when and where he visits there is no discernible direction
His size is variable and his tales are often odd
In the deep of night, I have conversed with him and he (if such a thing can be a he at all!) has told me much
Often I scribble down these moments from when I have...
#death
#dreams
#LifeAsAWriter
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School Lessons
I've been thinking of all the things I learnt at school. Pythagorean theorem I haven’t needed to find the missing side length of a right triangle to find my way but being taught to be kind and considerate even when it’s hard would have been a useful tool to put in my kit bag ready for physical and emotional exercises.
Also to find courage when you need it most whilst lying to your mother when she is dying but telling her everything is going to be fine. You know I did that for the greater good to ease her pain but was its courage that spoke of my weaknesses to appease. I would have...
Also to find courage when you need it most whilst lying to your mother when she is dying but telling her everything is going to be fine. You know I did that for the greater good to ease her pain but was its courage that spoke of my weaknesses to appease. I would have...
#childhood
#death
#emotions
#LifeCycle
#nostalgia
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