Poems About Death by New Members
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Poems about death by new members. Poems written by members who joined within the last 30 days.
The Death of Poets
Is it any wonder how writers,
even so young -
their faces tight and bright with sun,
their eyes agleam -
how yet they still succumb
to emptiness?
Their faucets dripping dry;
an empty sky,
no air; nowhere to run,
no thoughts to dream?
Then, let the bullets fly.
Let blades invade the vital stream.
Let souls depart.
And in ascension seem
to find their heart
even so young -
their faces tight and bright with sun,
their eyes agleam -
how yet they still succumb
to emptiness?
Their faucets dripping dry;
an empty sky,
no air; nowhere to run,
no thoughts to dream?
Then, let the bullets fly.
Let blades invade the vital stream.
Let souls depart.
And in ascension seem
to find their heart
#dark
#death
#depression
#despair
#suffering
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The Death of Poets
Is it any wonder how writers,
even so young -
their faces tight and bright with sun,
their eyes agleam -
how yet they still succumb
to emptiness?
Their faucets dripping dry;
an empty sky,
no air; nowhere to run,
no thoughts to dream?
Then, let the bullets fly.
Let blades invade the vital stream.
Let souls depart.
And in ascension seem
to find their heart
even so young -
their faces tight and bright with sun,
their eyes agleam -
how yet they still succumb
to emptiness?
Their faucets dripping dry;
an empty sky,
no air; nowhere to run,
no thoughts to dream?
Then, let the bullets fly.
Let blades invade the vital stream.
Let souls depart.
And in ascension seem
to find their heart
#dark
#death
#depression
#despair
#suffering
51 reads
3 Comments
The Death of Poets
Is it any wonder how writers,
even so young -
their faces tight and bright with sun,
their eyes agleam -
how yet they still succumb
to emptiness?
Their faucets dripping dry;
an empty sky,
no air; nowhere to run,
no thoughts to dream?
Then, let the bullets fly.
Let blades invade the vital stream.
Let souls depart.
And in ascension seem
to find their heart
even so young -
their faces tight and bright with sun,
their eyes agleam -
how yet they still succumb
to emptiness?
Their faucets dripping dry;
an empty sky,
no air; nowhere to run,
no thoughts to dream?
Then, let the bullets fly.
Let blades invade the vital stream.
Let souls depart.
And in ascension seem
to find their heart
#dark
#death
#depression
#despair
#suffering
51 reads
3 Comments
The Death of Poets
Is it any wonder how writers,
even so young -
their faces tight and bright with sun,
their eyes agleam -
how yet they still succumb
to emptiness?
Their faucets dripping dry;
an empty sky,
no air; nowhere to run,
no thoughts to dream?
Then, let the bullets fly.
Let blades invade the vital stream.
Let souls depart.
And in ascension seem
to find their heart
even so young -
their faces tight and bright with sun,
their eyes agleam -
how yet they still succumb
to emptiness?
Their faucets dripping dry;
an empty sky,
no air; nowhere to run,
no thoughts to dream?
Then, let the bullets fly.
Let blades invade the vital stream.
Let souls depart.
And in ascension seem
to find their heart
#dark
#death
#depression
#despair
#suffering
51 reads
3 Comments
The Death of Poets
Is it any wonder how writers,
even so young -
their faces tight and bright with sun,
their eyes agleam -
how yet they still succumb
to emptiness?
Their faucets dripping dry;
an empty sky,
no air; nowhere to run,
no thoughts to dream?
Then, let the bullets fly.
Let blades invade the vital stream.
Let souls depart.
And in ascension seem
to find their heart
even so young -
their faces tight and bright with sun,
their eyes agleam -
how yet they still succumb
to emptiness?
Their faucets dripping dry;
an empty sky,
no air; nowhere to run,
no thoughts to dream?
Then, let the bullets fly.
Let blades invade the vital stream.
Let souls depart.
And in ascension seem
to find their heart
#dark
#death
#depression
#despair
#suffering
51 reads
3 Comments
My Death
When I die there'll be no tears
No one to reflect on my younger years
No gathering of people to lay me to rest
No feelings of sorrow will be expressed
Alone in life and so too in death
I won't cry out with my final breath
Ill welcome death with a warm embrace
And thank him kindly for this final grace
Ill be placed in an unmarked plot
To join the others this world forgot
No one to reflect on my younger years
No gathering of people to lay me to rest
No feelings of sorrow will be expressed
Alone in life and so too in death
I won't cry out with my final breath
Ill welcome death with a warm embrace
And thank him kindly for this final grace
Ill be placed in an unmarked plot
To join the others this world forgot
#bittersweet
#death
#emptiness
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My Death
When I die there'll be no tears
No one to reflect on my younger years
No gathering of people to lay me to rest
No feelings of sorrow will be expressed
Alone in life and so too in death
I won't cry out with my final breath
Ill welcome death with a warm embrace
And thank him kindly for this final grace
Ill be placed in an unmarked plot
To join the others this world forgot
No one to reflect on my younger years
No gathering of people to lay me to rest
No feelings of sorrow will be expressed
Alone in life and so too in death
I won't cry out with my final breath
Ill welcome death with a warm embrace
And thank him kindly for this final grace
Ill be placed in an unmarked plot
To join the others this world forgot
#bittersweet
#death
#emptiness
53 reads
7 Comments
My Death
When I die there'll be no tears
No one to reflect on my younger years
No gathering of people to lay me to rest
No feelings of sorrow will be expressed
Alone in life and so too in death
I won't cry out with my final breath
Ill welcome death with a warm embrace
And thank him kindly for this final grace
Ill be placed in an unmarked plot
To join the others this world forgot
No one to reflect on my younger years
No gathering of people to lay me to rest
No feelings of sorrow will be expressed
Alone in life and so too in death
I won't cry out with my final breath
Ill welcome death with a warm embrace
And thank him kindly for this final grace
Ill be placed in an unmarked plot
To join the others this world forgot
#bittersweet
#death
#emptiness
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7 Comments
My Name Is Acceptance
My name is Acceptance ; not as in tolerance ; not as in compassion ; not as in live and let live. Acceptance ; as in ; any breath could be the last and that's okay ; as in ; you're gone but I guess I'll make due ; acceptance ; as in ; tonight might be the night I drive my car directly into the ocean and make myself at home, I just haven't decided yet ; acceptance as in life can be defined as one crippling loss after another ; I cannot remember a time when I didn't wake up grieving
#depression
#grief
#death #suicide
#death #suicide
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1 Comment
My Name Is Acceptance
My name is Acceptance ; not as in tolerance ; not as in compassion ; not as in live and let live. Acceptance ; as in ; any breath could be the last and that's okay ; as in ; you're gone but I guess I'll make due ; acceptance ; as in ; tonight might be the night I drive my car directly into the ocean and make myself at home, I just haven't decided yet ; acceptance as in life can be defined as one crippling loss after another ; I cannot remember a time when I didn't wake up grieving
#depression
#grief
#death #suicide
#death #suicide
169 reads
1 Comment
My Name Is Acceptance
My name is Acceptance ; not as in tolerance ; not as in compassion ; not as in live and let live. Acceptance ; as in ; any breath could be the last and that's okay ; as in ; you're gone but I guess I'll make due ; acceptance ; as in ; tonight might be the night I drive my car directly into the ocean and make myself at home, I just haven't decided yet ; acceptance as in life can be defined as one crippling loss after another ; I cannot remember a time when I didn't wake up grieving
#depression
#grief
#death #suicide
#death #suicide
169 reads
1 Comment
My Name Is Acceptance
My name is Acceptance ; not as in tolerance ; not as in compassion ; not as in live and let live. Acceptance ; as in ; any breath could be the last and that's okay ; as in ; you're gone but I guess I'll make due ; acceptance ; as in ; tonight might be the night I drive my car directly into the ocean and make myself at home, I just haven't decided yet ; acceptance as in life can be defined as one crippling loss after another ; I cannot remember a time when I didn't wake up grieving
#depression
#grief
#death #suicide
#death #suicide
169 reads
1 Comment
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