Least Read Poems About Death
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Least read poems about death. Find an undiscovered masterpiece in the DU Poetry least read poems.
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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Burnt Ashes In An Impounded Caddy
She stole my cigarettes
I stole her heart ...
She stole mine
But there was barely a start
She kidnapped my time
I Kidnapped her interest
We stole days and nights
Hours and hours in slow burning tempests
She stole my shirts
I stole her cigarettes
She stole my money
I wrote her passionate vignettes
She kidnapped our lives
We quit the cigarettes
She left us all in time sadly
Never to sing those sweet slow duets ...
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IpT-FW_G8-A
Yes...
I stole her heart ...
She stole mine
But there was barely a start
She kidnapped my time
I Kidnapped her interest
We stole days and nights
Hours and hours in slow burning tempests
She stole my shirts
I stole her cigarettes
She stole my money
I wrote her passionate vignettes
She kidnapped our lives
We quit the cigarettes
She left us all in time sadly
Never to sing those sweet slow duets ...
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IpT-FW_G8-A
Yes...
#love
#death
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Uranium
The heaviest natural element known
My heart feels heavier and emptier still
My hollows echo with your silence
The reverberations can end me killed
Vibrate me open
Gush the lifeblood
Paint my portrait
For the Coroner's book of mugs
If time ...
I'll sign your name to it
Killed by ...
From above I look like a butterfly ...
My heart feels heavier and emptier still
My hollows echo with your silence
The reverberations can end me killed
Vibrate me open
Gush the lifeblood
Paint my portrait
For the Coroner's book of mugs
If time ...
I'll sign your name to it
Killed by ...
From above I look like a butterfly ...
#love
#loneliness
#death #hurt
#death #hurt
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HIGHWAY OF NO RETURN
Your burden is heavy and does not get lighter.
With the passing of years, you are a fighter.
You’ve fought through a tough life and now struggle with health.
I’d give anything to restore you back and make you well.
I’d turn back the hands of time and bring back the better days
Where you independently had things done your way.
I stand speechless before you at times
Without a word, a phrase, or a rhyme
As I see your health slowly declining
And your once-independence now reclining.
Your journey through illness scares me ...
With the passing of years, you are a fighter.
You’ve fought through a tough life and now struggle with health.
I’d give anything to restore you back and make you well.
I’d turn back the hands of time and bring back the better days
Where you independently had things done your way.
I stand speechless before you at times
Without a word, a phrase, or a rhyme
As I see your health slowly declining
And your once-independence now reclining.
Your journey through illness scares me ...
#death
#illness
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Carrying On
Is life only defined by death?
Opposite energy state run flat
Heartbeat on then switched off
Brain electrified then naught
Do the spaces in between the bookends even matter?
Yes, but no ...
Do the bookmarks carry weight?
Do the contents?
Does the atomic cost of life outweigh ... death?
Do the weights we carry suffocate us in the end?
Do our expiration dates ultimately do us in?
Does cosmic legerdemain rule us from without? Within?
Does the smile of your loved one make all else irrelevant to the dying box we exist in? ...
Opposite energy state run flat
Heartbeat on then switched off
Brain electrified then naught
Do the spaces in between the bookends even matter?
Yes, but no ...
Do the bookmarks carry weight?
Do the contents?
Does the atomic cost of life outweigh ... death?
Do the weights we carry suffocate us in the end?
Do our expiration dates ultimately do us in?
Does cosmic legerdemain rule us from without? Within?
Does the smile of your loved one make all else irrelevant to the dying box we exist in? ...
#love
#death
#LifeStruggles #LifeCycle
#LifeStruggles #LifeCycle
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Neutral Extremest

#love
#dark
#death #emptiness
#death #emptiness
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A Final Farewell
Funerals are somber affairs,
A time for tears and whispered prayers.
We gather to remember one gone,
To say goodbye and sing their song.
The pews are filled with sorrowed kin,
All dressed in black, a solemn grin.
We listen to the eulogies,
Of a life lived, its joys and leisures.
The hymns they play, they resonate,
With all the love that we create.
For the one we've lost, who'll be missed,
A void in our hearts, we can't resist.
And as we leave, flowers in hand,
We think of them, and understand.
That life...
A time for tears and whispered prayers.
We gather to remember one gone,
To say goodbye and sing their song.
The pews are filled with sorrowed kin,
All dressed in black, a solemn grin.
We listen to the eulogies,
Of a life lived, its joys and leisures.
The hymns they play, they resonate,
With all the love that we create.
For the one we've lost, who'll be missed,
A void in our hearts, we can't resist.
And as we leave, flowers in hand,
We think of them, and understand.
That life...
#death
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that dark night
It is early in the morning
Late at night,
A mid-November night
In late September.
The dog sleeps,
Wet and muddied,
A musty stench
From his midnight feasting
On something too long dead
Beyond resurrection.
All is a whirlwind of blue-skinned
Krishna dancing in a vortex
Or Kokopeli hunching in the rain
Over a Kali Ma
Flute of bone
Of questionable provenance.
My words cower in the shadow
Of my inner jail
Doing time for unspecified offenses.
Even as the soybeans ripen,
Sodden in ...
Late at night,
A mid-November night
In late September.
The dog sleeps,
Wet and muddied,
A musty stench
From his midnight feasting
On something too long dead
Beyond resurrection.
All is a whirlwind of blue-skinned
Krishna dancing in a vortex
Or Kokopeli hunching in the rain
Over a Kali Ma
Flute of bone
Of questionable provenance.
My words cower in the shadow
Of my inner jail
Doing time for unspecified offenses.
Even as the soybeans ripen,
Sodden in ...
#depression
#dark
#death
#emptiness
#apathy
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The Sword of Mordred: Part V

#love
#regret
#family
#death
#memories
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PRISON CELL
Here I am sitting in my prison cell
No one notices; no one can tell
My body in physical form is free
But my immortal soul-the real me
Is chained and locked away
A smile I carry day after day
But a heaviness I carry deep in the soul
Where no one can see...no one knows.
The knowledge that I may have fallen from grace
Living my younger days in total disgrace
Wearying the Lord and making Him cry
Taking for granted that for me He died
It cost me nothing and He asked for nothing in return
But doing the right thing I didn't...
No one notices; no one can tell
My body in physical form is free
But my immortal soul-the real me
Is chained and locked away
A smile I carry day after day
But a heaviness I carry deep in the soul
Where no one can see...no one knows.
The knowledge that I may have fallen from grace
Living my younger days in total disgrace
Wearying the Lord and making Him cry
Taking for granted that for me He died
It cost me nothing and He asked for nothing in return
But doing the right thing I didn't...
#anxiety
#depression
#dark
#death
#prison
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Jodi In A Cell
Like that from tha book of Mormon
Poor Travis got chefed like Gordon
Jodi Aries stuck in her cell so bored and feels sorry for herself so she keeps on balling!
She denied having blood on her hands
She's a sket that wetted up her man
She in tha interview room doing bare handstand...
She didn't like that she was a bootycall
Nuh-uh she didn't like that at all
Then she felt like she was ten feet tall
She took snaps from her cam before she ended it all!
Now she's in a cell still doing her makeup
It's a nightmare and she just can't wake up ...
Poor Travis got chefed like Gordon
Jodi Aries stuck in her cell so bored and feels sorry for herself so she keeps on balling!
She denied having blood on her hands
She's a sket that wetted up her man
She in tha interview room doing bare handstand...
She didn't like that she was a bootycall
Nuh-uh she didn't like that at all
Then she felt like she was ten feet tall
She took snaps from her cam before she ended it all!
Now she's in a cell still doing her makeup
It's a nightmare and she just can't wake up ...
#lies
#death
#evil
#temptation
#manipulation
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I Saw My Body Dreaming
I Saw My Body Dreaming”
Gather, enshrouding dark to my supper.
This is my body. This is my shame—
My body! The last great deception.
You see me caged in what I have loved—
The final reflection.
For so long, it was safe here—
But it’s not helping anymore.
I wakened in the night,
Without disturbing my slumber.
I saw my body dreaming—
Somehow, I had left it behind,
I saw the skin become stone—
So much more than I had hoped for…
The wars had been laid aside—
What cares bedewed the sleeper’s brow
Lay...
Gather, enshrouding dark to my supper.
This is my body. This is my shame—
My body! The last great deception.
You see me caged in what I have loved—
The final reflection.
For so long, it was safe here—
But it’s not helping anymore.
I wakened in the night,
Without disturbing my slumber.
I saw my body dreaming—
Somehow, I had left it behind,
I saw the skin become stone—
So much more than I had hoped for…
The wars had been laid aside—
What cares bedewed the sleeper’s brow
Lay...
#death
#God
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DU Poetry : Least Read Poems About Death