Least Read Poems About Death
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Wall of Sleep
I close my eyes
Let the darkness take me in
As I fade away
I hear your voice call out to me
I see you there
A shining light that draws me near
When you went away
My heart was broken for all time
nothing left to say
A million tears still left to cry
When darkness falls
I feel a stirring in my heart
Let the darkness bind us now
On loves eternal shore
Let me hold you close
Just one minute more
Our love can last forever
Behind the wall of sleep
I live my life in dreams
Never will I...
Let the darkness take me in
As I fade away
I hear your voice call out to me
I see you there
A shining light that draws me near
When you went away
My heart was broken for all time
nothing left to say
A million tears still left to cry
When darkness falls
I feel a stirring in my heart
Let the darkness bind us now
On loves eternal shore
Let me hold you close
Just one minute more
Our love can last forever
Behind the wall of sleep
I live my life in dreams
Never will I...
#dark
#death
#dreams #love
#dreams #love
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At Death's Door
Pinky toes, uncut
dipping under, the other side of life
Nothing
I felt nothing, for you
neither for them, my blood
The kindle outwicked
a will, my own
Nothing
I see nothing, a memory
visuals of faces, nor places
Time slowed down
almost stopped, counting backwards
Nothing
I heared nothing, a silence
no voices, calling after my name
And I, for no one
whispered
remembered
cared
Love, hope and faith
were just letters unspelled
I seek no...
dipping under, the other side of life
Nothing
I felt nothing, for you
neither for them, my blood
The kindle outwicked
a will, my own
Nothing
I see nothing, a memory
visuals of faces, nor places
Time slowed down
almost stopped, counting backwards
Nothing
I heared nothing, a silence
no voices, calling after my name
And I, for no one
whispered
remembered
cared
Love, hope and faith
were just letters unspelled
I seek no...
#death
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Daisies Lullaby
Hush little vessel, don't you cry,
Mother's here, to lullaby.
Crescent moon, and daisies white,
A perfect vessel, bathed in light
From shadowed earth, a vessel's rise,
Beneath the crescent, perfect lies
Mother's here, to lullaby.
Crescent moon, and daisies white,
A perfect vessel, bathed in light
From shadowed earth, a vessel's rise,
Beneath the crescent, perfect lies
#death
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Autumn and Its Fall
The bastion of this season
is always well beyond reason
in how it seems to linger
how it again points its finger
To the passage of the years
the concatenation of my fears
I only seem to truly feel
when the ending year seems real
Knowing I am a little further on
ticking off another chilly dawn
on my way to my own conclusion
desperate in search of any allusion
While I do long for some surprise
in the form of useful alibis
something to finally make sense ...
is always well beyond reason
in how it seems to linger
how it again points its finger
To the passage of the years
the concatenation of my fears
I only seem to truly feel
when the ending year seems real
Knowing I am a little further on
ticking off another chilly dawn
on my way to my own conclusion
desperate in search of any allusion
While I do long for some surprise
in the form of useful alibis
something to finally make sense ...
#death
#fall
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry
#aging
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A Return to Taos
It is like I never even left
despite these five years
these countless wept tears
leaving me left so bereft
But nestled near the slope
watching gentle flakes fall
redeeming us all
I know hope never loses hope
As I take that very first run
carve across the mountain face
reestablishing my rightful place
in this land of snow and sun
Chilled tears in my eyes
paint an impressionist scene
with colors white, blue and green
while I again relish Her surprise
How life will not be denied
no...
despite these five years
these countless wept tears
leaving me left so bereft
But nestled near the slope
watching gentle flakes fall
redeeming us all
I know hope never loses hope
As I take that very first run
carve across the mountain face
reestablishing my rightful place
in this land of snow and sun
Chilled tears in my eyes
paint an impressionist scene
with colors white, blue and green
while I again relish Her surprise
How life will not be denied
no...
#hope
#death
#nature
#confessional
#TruthOfLife
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Snow Dusting
Poetry response to “A Dust of Snow” by Robert Frost
Sometimes it feels old
like a cold… neglect
much too introspect
even for a harsh winter
As my confidences splinter
icy shards on the floor
meaning little more
than the fear of each frozen tear
Sometimes it feels old
like a cold… neglect
much too introspect
even for a harsh winter
As my confidences splinter
icy shards on the floor
meaning little more
than the fear of each frozen tear
#death
#winter
#snow
#confessional
#aging
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Midnight Snowfall
A dusting of the barren field
where the crops did once yield
covers the winter night
in a frosted white blanket
Muffling the true sound
from under the ground
the whispers of the Earth
the secrets of all time
Just the soft crunch of snow
there to let me know
all that has now past
all that has transpired
While I weather the cold
feeling myself again old
turning back the years
turning back the clock
To a random sunny day
when the world turned my way
when everything deep inside ...
where the crops did once yield
covers the winter night
in a frosted white blanket
Muffling the true sound
from under the ground
the whispers of the Earth
the secrets of all time
Just the soft crunch of snow
there to let me know
all that has now past
all that has transpired
While I weather the cold
feeling myself again old
turning back the years
turning back the clock
To a random sunny day
when the world turned my way
when everything deep inside ...
#death
#winter
#night
#confessional
#aging
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Season of the Soul
I embrace its genuine cold
how winter steals my breath
a reminder of death
the urgent bliss of mortality
With no time to waste
savoring each true taste
both sweet and bitter
on this poet tongue
No longer forever young
still growing ever older
yet feeling ever bolder
about the passage of days
How each word now says
what it will…
outrunning my quill
as I chase each bit of rhyme
Cognizant of the passing time
the ever waning hour
while basking in the shower
of a soothing...
how winter steals my breath
a reminder of death
the urgent bliss of mortality
With no time to waste
savoring each true taste
both sweet and bitter
on this poet tongue
No longer forever young
still growing ever older
yet feeling ever bolder
about the passage of days
How each word now says
what it will…
outrunning my quill
as I chase each bit of rhyme
Cognizant of the passing time
the ever waning hour
while basking in the shower
of a soothing...
#death
#winter
#confessional
#TruthOfLife
#WritingPoetry
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Waves
It is harder to kill a phantom
than a reality" ~ Virginia Woolf
Hypnotic in their oscillation
a soothing invitation
for any heretic to conspire
then finally now retire…
Sink well below the waves
stop counting all the graves
that fill the muddied land
full of such empty holes
So many lonely lost souls
leave their leaky church ...
than a reality" ~ Virginia Woolf
Hypnotic in their oscillation
a soothing invitation
for any heretic to conspire
then finally now retire…
Sink well below the waves
stop counting all the graves
that fill the muddied land
full of such empty holes
So many lonely lost souls
leave their leaky church ...
#death
#spiritual
#confessional
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry
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Tin Roof Rusted
The old tin roof
is more than enough proof
about the passage of time
the withering of rhyme
Despite all that we may do
striving to be true...
it always ends in rust
all ends in dust
Whether rusting tin
or an empty bottle of gin
the ending is the same
always seeking blame
To those who came before
whether rich or poor
leading us down the path
of jealousy and wrath
With so much to say
with every passing day
every lingering...
is more than enough proof
about the passage of time
the withering of rhyme
Despite all that we may do
striving to be true...
it always ends in rust
all ends in dust
Whether rusting tin
or an empty bottle of gin
the ending is the same
always seeking blame
To those who came before
whether rich or poor
leading us down the path
of jealousy and wrath
With so much to say
with every passing day
every lingering...
#death
#alcohol
#confessional
#addiction
#aging
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Skeleton of Winter
Inspired by “Skeleton of Winter” by Joy Harjo
Winter is as white
as bone
cold as a stone
weighing heavy
upon itself
for even the barren trees
feel this dis-ease
below the first blown snow
a frigid thin skin
felt yet still refusing to melt
Winter is as white
as bone
cold as a stone
weighing heavy
upon itself
for even the barren trees
feel this dis-ease
below the first blown snow
a frigid thin skin
felt yet still refusing to melt
#death
#winter
#nature
#confessional
#WritingPoetry
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Memorialize
Memory is a cemetery” ~ Charles Wright
Each one is cool granite
a fine line of marble
space for a place marker
a pause in its own mausoleum
it is here where I keep them
these secrets I can share
all these memories I dare
remember
like a perfect September
in between summer and fall
where I roam in the gloam
the seam between night and day
between silence and all I long to say
veins of happy
sprinkles of sad
dapples of clarity
now washed out by doubt
by the fading light of sunset
Each one is cool granite
a fine line of marble
space for a place marker
a pause in its own mausoleum
it is here where I keep them
these secrets I can share
all these memories I dare
remember
like a perfect September
in between summer and fall
where I roam in the gloam
the seam between night and day
between silence and all I long to say
veins of happy
sprinkles of sad
dapples of clarity
now washed out by doubt
by the fading light of sunset
#death
#confessional
#memories
#WritingPoetry
#aging
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DU Poetry : Least Read Poems About Death