Poems About Death Published by Members Recently Online
#death
Poems about death published by members recently online.
Queen B...
Queen B I bow unto the world for all to see
French Haitian Creole bloodlines defines royalty created within me
Sitting upon the throne of my wondrous melanin gifts
Kisses you dare to dream upon as you serenade the softness of my scarlet painted lips
Beguiling, as you glance upon the sashay of my curvaceous hips
Ancient rites, I seductively dance for you to commence the night
My soft orb touches, the ecstasy of my scepter, intoxicating asked in the veil of midnight
Sweeten honey drips from the sacredness of my alluring crown ...
French Haitian Creole bloodlines defines royalty created within me
Sitting upon the throne of my wondrous melanin gifts
Kisses you dare to dream upon as you serenade the softness of my scarlet painted lips
Beguiling, as you glance upon the sashay of my curvaceous hips
Ancient rites, I seductively dance for you to commence the night
My soft orb touches, the ecstasy of my scepter, intoxicating asked in the veil of midnight
Sweeten honey drips from the sacredness of my alluring crown ...
#grief
#death
#memorial #respect
#memorial #respect
622 reads
Queen B...
Queen B I bow unto the world for all to see
French Haitian Creole bloodlines defines royalty created within me
Sitting upon the throne of my wondrous melanin gifts
Kisses you dare to dream upon as you serenade the softness of my scarlet painted lips
Beguiling, as you glance upon the sashay of my curvaceous hips
Ancient rites, I seductively dance for you to commence the night
My soft orb touches, the ecstasy of my scepter, intoxicating asked in the veil of midnight
Sweeten honey drips from the sacredness of my alluring crown ...
French Haitian Creole bloodlines defines royalty created within me
Sitting upon the throne of my wondrous melanin gifts
Kisses you dare to dream upon as you serenade the softness of my scarlet painted lips
Beguiling, as you glance upon the sashay of my curvaceous hips
Ancient rites, I seductively dance for you to commence the night
My soft orb touches, the ecstasy of my scepter, intoxicating asked in the veil of midnight
Sweeten honey drips from the sacredness of my alluring crown ...
#grief
#death
#memorial #respect
#memorial #respect
622 reads
Queen B...
Queen B I bow unto the world for all to see
French Haitian Creole bloodlines defines royalty created within me
Sitting upon the throne of my wondrous melanin gifts
Kisses you dare to dream upon as you serenade the softness of my scarlet painted lips
Beguiling, as you glance upon the sashay of my curvaceous hips
Ancient rites, I seductively dance for you to commence the night
My soft orb touches, the ecstasy of my scepter, intoxicating asked in the veil of midnight
Sweeten honey drips from the sacredness of my alluring crown ...
French Haitian Creole bloodlines defines royalty created within me
Sitting upon the throne of my wondrous melanin gifts
Kisses you dare to dream upon as you serenade the softness of my scarlet painted lips
Beguiling, as you glance upon the sashay of my curvaceous hips
Ancient rites, I seductively dance for you to commence the night
My soft orb touches, the ecstasy of my scepter, intoxicating asked in the veil of midnight
Sweeten honey drips from the sacredness of my alluring crown ...
#grief
#death
#memorial #respect
#memorial #respect
622 reads
Queen B...
Queen B I bow unto the world for all to see
French Haitian Creole bloodlines defines royalty created within me
Sitting upon the throne of my wondrous melanin gifts
Kisses you dare to dream upon as you serenade the softness of my scarlet painted lips
Beguiling, as you glance upon the sashay of my curvaceous hips
Ancient rites, I seductively dance for you to commence the night
My soft orb touches, the ecstasy of my scepter, intoxicating asked in the veil of midnight
Sweeten honey drips from the sacredness of my alluring crown ...
French Haitian Creole bloodlines defines royalty created within me
Sitting upon the throne of my wondrous melanin gifts
Kisses you dare to dream upon as you serenade the softness of my scarlet painted lips
Beguiling, as you glance upon the sashay of my curvaceous hips
Ancient rites, I seductively dance for you to commence the night
My soft orb touches, the ecstasy of my scepter, intoxicating asked in the veil of midnight
Sweeten honey drips from the sacredness of my alluring crown ...
#grief
#death
#memorial #respect
#memorial #respect
622 reads
Letting Go
You are the beauty in my soul
Something that I didn’t realize made a hole
Why did you have to go
Why did I let you go
You are the bird that sings.
That swoops around a little playful thing
Why did you have to go
Why did I let you go
You were a typhoon
In the quiet of my room
Why did you have to go
Why did I let you go
Now you are an ache
In the center, where you pushed the stake
Why did you have to go
Why did I let you go
I lay here taking...
Something that I didn’t realize made a hole
Why did you have to go
Why did I let you go
You are the bird that sings.
That swoops around a little playful thing
Why did you have to go
Why did I let you go
You were a typhoon
In the quiet of my room
Why did you have to go
Why did I let you go
Now you are an ache
In the center, where you pushed the stake
Why did you have to go
Why did I let you go
I lay here taking...
#death
#despair
#sadness
83 reads
20 Comments
Letting Go
You are the beauty in my soul
Something that I didn’t realize made a hole
Why did you have to go
Why did I let you go
You are the bird that sings.
That swoops around a little playful thing
Why did you have to go
Why did I let you go
You were a typhoon
In the quiet of my room
Why did you have to go
Why did I let you go
Now you are an ache
In the center, where you pushed the stake
Why did you have to go
Why did I let you go
I lay here taking...
Something that I didn’t realize made a hole
Why did you have to go
Why did I let you go
You are the bird that sings.
That swoops around a little playful thing
Why did you have to go
Why did I let you go
You were a typhoon
In the quiet of my room
Why did you have to go
Why did I let you go
Now you are an ache
In the center, where you pushed the stake
Why did you have to go
Why did I let you go
I lay here taking...
#death
#despair
#sadness
83 reads
20 Comments
Letting Go
You are the beauty in my soul
Something that I didn’t realize made a hole
Why did you have to go
Why did I let you go
You are the bird that sings.
That swoops around a little playful thing
Why did you have to go
Why did I let you go
You were a typhoon
In the quiet of my room
Why did you have to go
Why did I let you go
Now you are an ache
In the center, where you pushed the stake
Why did you have to go
Why did I let you go
I lay here taking...
Something that I didn’t realize made a hole
Why did you have to go
Why did I let you go
You are the bird that sings.
That swoops around a little playful thing
Why did you have to go
Why did I let you go
You were a typhoon
In the quiet of my room
Why did you have to go
Why did I let you go
Now you are an ache
In the center, where you pushed the stake
Why did you have to go
Why did I let you go
I lay here taking...
#death
#despair
#sadness
83 reads
20 Comments
In memoriam of Eerie
Some feelings give us the illusion
they will last forever the same.
It is a misleading conclusion
that you will always remain
present among us, online,
the NaPoWriMo supervising
adding abundant lines
of quality poetry and analyzing
in beautiful comments,
enriching the community,
your gifted moments
... seemed so immune to it.
Thank you for your heritage here.
The Deep Underground of Poetry.
Your trace cannot be repeated but shared
between us members, in your loving memory.
I wish I could...
they will last forever the same.
It is a misleading conclusion
that you will always remain
present among us, online,
the NaPoWriMo supervising
adding abundant lines
of quality poetry and analyzing
in beautiful comments,
enriching the community,
your gifted moments
... seemed so immune to it.
Thank you for your heritage here.
The Deep Underground of Poetry.
Your trace cannot be repeated but shared
between us members, in your loving memory.
I wish I could...
#death
#grief
#IMissYou
#memorial
#NaPoWriMo2024
123 reads
8 Comments
In memoriam of Eerie
Some feelings give us the illusion
they will last forever the same.
It is a misleading conclusion
that you will always remain
present among us, online,
the NaPoWriMo supervising
adding abundant lines
of quality poetry and analyzing
in beautiful comments,
enriching the community,
your gifted moments
... seemed so immune to it.
Thank you for your heritage here.
The Deep Underground of Poetry.
Your trace cannot be repeated but shared
between us members, in your loving memory.
I wish I could...
they will last forever the same.
It is a misleading conclusion
that you will always remain
present among us, online,
the NaPoWriMo supervising
adding abundant lines
of quality poetry and analyzing
in beautiful comments,
enriching the community,
your gifted moments
... seemed so immune to it.
Thank you for your heritage here.
The Deep Underground of Poetry.
Your trace cannot be repeated but shared
between us members, in your loving memory.
I wish I could...
#death
#grief
#IMissYou
#memorial
#NaPoWriMo2024
123 reads
8 Comments
In memoriam of Eerie
Some feelings give us the illusion
they will last forever the same.
It is a misleading conclusion
that you will always remain
present among us, online,
the NaPoWriMo supervising
adding abundant lines
of quality poetry and analyzing
in beautiful comments,
enriching the community,
your gifted moments
... seemed so immune to it.
Thank you for your heritage here.
The Deep Underground of Poetry.
Your trace cannot be repeated but shared
between us members, in your loving memory.
I wish I could...
they will last forever the same.
It is a misleading conclusion
that you will always remain
present among us, online,
the NaPoWriMo supervising
adding abundant lines
of quality poetry and analyzing
in beautiful comments,
enriching the community,
your gifted moments
... seemed so immune to it.
Thank you for your heritage here.
The Deep Underground of Poetry.
Your trace cannot be repeated but shared
between us members, in your loving memory.
I wish I could...
#death
#grief
#IMissYou
#memorial
#NaPoWriMo2024
123 reads
8 Comments
In memoriam of Eerie
Some feelings give us the illusion
they will last forever the same.
It is a misleading conclusion
that you will always remain
present among us, online,
the NaPoWriMo supervising
adding abundant lines
of quality poetry and analyzing
in beautiful comments,
enriching the community,
your gifted moments
... seemed so immune to it.
Thank you for your heritage here.
The Deep Underground of Poetry.
Your trace cannot be repeated but shared
between us members, in your loving memory.
I wish I could...
they will last forever the same.
It is a misleading conclusion
that you will always remain
present among us, online,
the NaPoWriMo supervising
adding abundant lines
of quality poetry and analyzing
in beautiful comments,
enriching the community,
your gifted moments
... seemed so immune to it.
Thank you for your heritage here.
The Deep Underground of Poetry.
Your trace cannot be repeated but shared
between us members, in your loving memory.
I wish I could...
#death
#grief
#IMissYou
#memorial
#NaPoWriMo2024
123 reads
8 Comments
In memoriam of Eerie
Some feelings give us the illusion
they will last forever the same.
It is a misleading conclusion
that you will always remain
present among us, online,
the NaPoWriMo supervising
adding abundant lines
of quality poetry and analyzing
in beautiful comments,
enriching the community,
your gifted moments
... seemed so immune to it.
Thank you for your heritage here.
The Deep Underground of Poetry.
Your trace cannot be repeated but shared
between us members, in your loving memory.
I wish I could...
they will last forever the same.
It is a misleading conclusion
that you will always remain
present among us, online,
the NaPoWriMo supervising
adding abundant lines
of quality poetry and analyzing
in beautiful comments,
enriching the community,
your gifted moments
... seemed so immune to it.
Thank you for your heritage here.
The Deep Underground of Poetry.
Your trace cannot be repeated but shared
between us members, in your loving memory.
I wish I could...
#death
#grief
#IMissYou
#memorial
#NaPoWriMo2024
123 reads
8 Comments
DU Poetry : Poems About Death Published by Members Recently Online