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.
what do you do?
When it's 2am and you're feeling down, what do you do?
When no one is around, and no one is awake, what do you do?
When your demons are beating you up, and you feel defeated, what do you do?
When you are bashing yourself for who you've become, what do you do?
No one is around
No one to talk to
No shoulder to cry on
No one is there the moment you need them
What do YOU do?
What do YOU do to pull yourself out of the dark?
What do you do?
When no one is around, and no one is awake, what do you do?
When your demons are beating you up, and you feel defeated, what do you do?
When you are bashing yourself for who you've become, what do you do?
No one is around
No one to talk to
No shoulder to cry on
No one is there the moment you need them
What do YOU do?
What do YOU do to pull yourself out of the dark?
What do you do?
#depression
#regret
#hate
#death
#emptiness
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Unearthen
So much rot and worry
Left here for me to finally bury
Deep beneath this sacred ground
Far away from any silent sound
That still seeks to share
Way more than I care to dare
Mistakes that I have made
Have flourished in the shade
Of grey ambiguous shadows
Penned again in poetic flows
While my ink waters the earth
Anticipating an unearthing rebirth
Left here for me to finally bury
Deep beneath this sacred ground
Far away from any silent sound
That still seeks to share
Way more than I care to dare
Mistakes that I have made
Have flourished in the shade
Of grey ambiguous shadows
Penned again in poetic flows
While my ink waters the earth
Anticipating an unearthing rebirth
#death
#earth
#confessional
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry
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Sands of Time
Having no need of rhyme
the fine sands of time
fall with such stark sincerity
laden with all of their gravity
Still, I watch the hourglass
measure each moment pass
emptying all of itself
high upon my bookshelf
While the deserts of the world
are again slowly unfurled
by a hot Scirocco wind
as each promise begins to rescind
Even though I seek the beach
in a desperate hope to reach
the sanctity of the sea
to once again christen me
Recalling a life so thrived
a bitter...
the fine sands of time
fall with such stark sincerity
laden with all of their gravity
Still, I watch the hourglass
measure each moment pass
emptying all of itself
high upon my bookshelf
While the deserts of the world
are again slowly unfurled
by a hot Scirocco wind
as each promise begins to rescind
Even though I seek the beach
in a desperate hope to reach
the sanctity of the sea
to once again christen me
Recalling a life so thrived
a bitter...
#death
#confessional
#TruthOfLife
#WritingPoetry
#desert
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Memento Mori
Life floods all our senses
while death drowns our heart
knowing from the start
the very end of our days
So we hide in many ways
strike up the band
put our heads in the sand
lose our self on some bookshelf
Flash a thin fragile smile
tiptoeing all the while
on shards of broken glass
on slippery cobblestone
Maybe then hiding all alone
on some distant beach
praying it is out of reach
of the long scythe blade
Finally dining at the table
having penned our own fable
as the years did...
while death drowns our heart
knowing from the start
the very end of our days
So we hide in many ways
strike up the band
put our heads in the sand
lose our self on some bookshelf
Flash a thin fragile smile
tiptoeing all the while
on shards of broken glass
on slippery cobblestone
Maybe then hiding all alone
on some distant beach
praying it is out of reach
of the long scythe blade
Finally dining at the table
having penned our own fable
as the years did...
#death
#confessional
#TruthOfLife
#WritingPoetry
#art
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Elegy for a Reflection
I polish the smudged glass
take another look as I pass
by the full-length mirror
the one that reflects everything
Through a watery lens I see
every twisted facet of me
laid out for the world
laid out to examine
Every truth and every lie
with their every reason why
now stare back
still bearing their witness
Of this life still unraveling
this tangled path I am traveling
delving ever deeper
into the barbed brambles
Knowing all that I find
can never be left behind
yet this reflection...
take another look as I pass
by the full-length mirror
the one that reflects everything
Through a watery lens I see
every twisted facet of me
laid out for the world
laid out to examine
Every truth and every lie
with their every reason why
now stare back
still bearing their witness
Of this life still unraveling
this tangled path I am traveling
delving ever deeper
into the barbed brambles
Knowing all that I find
can never be left behind
yet this reflection...
#death
#confessional
#LifeAsAWriter
#SelfReflection
#SelfDiscovery
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Road
We always remember it when we see it
It beckons us at birth
It carries us home” ~ Joy Harjo
Whether gravelly or paved
How each mile is saved
Put in my deep pocket
Like some keepsake in its locket
Old days I still remember
Each bittersweet November
With all of its cold rain
All of its numbing pain
Or countless bold sunrises
With their chromatic surprises
God with Her finger paint
Coloring a world growing faint
As I follow the bright yellow line
Feel the warm July sunshine
A...
It beckons us at birth
It carries us home” ~ Joy Harjo
Whether gravelly or paved
How each mile is saved
Put in my deep pocket
Like some keepsake in its locket
Old days I still remember
Each bittersweet November
With all of its cold rain
All of its numbing pain
Or countless bold sunrises
With their chromatic surprises
God with Her finger paint
Coloring a world growing faint
As I follow the bright yellow line
Feel the warm July sunshine
A...
#death
#LifeStruggles
#confessional
#TruthOfLife
#aging
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Becoming of Age
I am older than I look
though younger than I feel
questioning now the deal
this handshake I once shook
Since written pages in a book
can never truly reveal
dark secrets I still conceal
despite any oath I ever took
For the coming of every year
requires its interest to be paid
Just as a shedding of each tear
grieves a promise thus unmade
As Death does relish all my fear
continues resharpening his blade
though younger than I feel
questioning now the deal
this handshake I once shook
Since written pages in a book
can never truly reveal
dark secrets I still conceal
despite any oath I ever took
For the coming of every year
requires its interest to be paid
Just as a shedding of each tear
grieves a promise thus unmade
As Death does relish all my fear
continues resharpening his blade
#death
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry
#aging
#cancer
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Windblown
This grey autumn day
looms while it again brooms
these freshly fallen leaves
upon a most uncaring breeze
Reminding all of the pretty trees
how beauty will not last
everything fades into the past
no matter plume or pedigree
While seeds of death are sown
upon a wintery wind now blown
looms while it again brooms
these freshly fallen leaves
upon a most uncaring breeze
Reminding all of the pretty trees
how beauty will not last
everything fades into the past
no matter plume or pedigree
While seeds of death are sown
upon a wintery wind now blown
#death
#fall
#LifeAsAWriter
#TruthOfLife
#WritingPoetry
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Crow in the Pine
Pitch black with evergreen
a contrast to be seen
to be witnessed
in the clear frosted air
Death and defiance
in some sort of alliance
along my November way
gives me pause
Maybe with just cause
to stand and wonder
just simply gaze
at life in this maze
For what is there to glean
from the blackness and green
something to decipher
to eventually decode
Perhaps pen an ode
about the balance of things
between needles and wings
only understood within a verse
a contrast to be seen
to be witnessed
in the clear frosted air
Death and defiance
in some sort of alliance
along my November way
gives me pause
Maybe with just cause
to stand and wonder
just simply gaze
at life in this maze
For what is there to glean
from the blackness and green
something to decipher
to eventually decode
Perhaps pen an ode
about the balance of things
between needles and wings
only understood within a verse
#death
#trees
#birds
#nature
#TruthOfLife
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The First Frost
It comes every year
like a frozen tear
seizing the flaxen grass
in its clear sheaths
So cold to my touch
it reveals so much
about the fate
of things to come
Forgotten are the days
of warm solar rays
soft gentle breezes
to blow across the meadow
Like my fogging breath
reminding me of death
how it is never...
too far ahead
While I try to remember
the lessons of September
when the leaves were bold
before the weather turned cold
like a frozen tear
seizing the flaxen grass
in its clear sheaths
So cold to my touch
it reveals so much
about the fate
of things to come
Forgotten are the days
of warm solar rays
soft gentle breezes
to blow across the meadow
Like my fogging breath
reminding me of death
how it is never...
too far ahead
While I try to remember
the lessons of September
when the leaves were bold
before the weather turned cold
#death
#winter
#nature
#confessional
#SelfReflection
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Darkening
Light is a splendid thing
in both its presence
and its absence
how it rules our very day
Even the words we say
cannot escape
this deep dividing drape
this vivid either/or
Always craving more
yet praying for less
while we still confess
this fundamental need
Despite all we concede
so much still remains
while the ink still reigns
ever so supreme
Whether awake or in dream
the poetic lines do not lie
even if these eyes do not cry
harkening to this darkening
in both its presence
and its absence
how it rules our very day
Even the words we say
cannot escape
this deep dividing drape
this vivid either/or
Always craving more
yet praying for less
while we still confess
this fundamental need
Despite all we concede
so much still remains
while the ink still reigns
ever so supreme
Whether awake or in dream
the poetic lines do not lie
even if these eyes do not cry
harkening to this darkening
#death
#night
#confessional
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry
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Death
It lies underneath
hiding its truth
below the surface
below the ground
muffling the sound
of all the children playing
hiding its truth
below the surface
below the ground
muffling the sound
of all the children playing
#grief
#war
#death
#LifeStruggles
#confessional
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DU Poetry : Least Read Poems About Death