Poems About Death Published by Members Recently Online
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Poems about death published by members recently online.
Just Death?
The weird thing about life is that it ends;
for me, for despots, for sinners, for saint,
to the pet cat, to enemies, to friends,
there's no reprieve, no place to lodge complaints...
Just a cold indifferent universe.
Perhaps that's the point, there's justice in death
not in the judicial kind, that's the worst
but that we all get to take one last breath.
I guess there lies equality, that last gasp,
as life fades to a half remembered dream,
thoughts struggle to think, life slips from our grasp
and we are gone as if,...
for me, for despots, for sinners, for saint,
to the pet cat, to enemies, to friends,
there's no reprieve, no place to lodge complaints...
Just a cold indifferent universe.
Perhaps that's the point, there's justice in death
not in the judicial kind, that's the worst
but that we all get to take one last breath.
I guess there lies equality, that last gasp,
as life fades to a half remembered dream,
thoughts struggle to think, life slips from our grasp
and we are gone as if,...
#death
#universe
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7 Comments
Just Death?
The weird thing about life is that it ends;
for me, for despots, for sinners, for saint,
to the pet cat, to enemies, to friends,
there's no reprieve, no place to lodge complaints...
Just a cold indifferent universe.
Perhaps that's the point, there's justice in death
not in the judicial kind, that's the worst
but that we all get to take one last breath.
I guess there lies equality, that last gasp,
as life fades to a half remembered dream,
thoughts struggle to think, life slips from our grasp
and we are gone as if,...
for me, for despots, for sinners, for saint,
to the pet cat, to enemies, to friends,
there's no reprieve, no place to lodge complaints...
Just a cold indifferent universe.
Perhaps that's the point, there's justice in death
not in the judicial kind, that's the worst
but that we all get to take one last breath.
I guess there lies equality, that last gasp,
as life fades to a half remembered dream,
thoughts struggle to think, life slips from our grasp
and we are gone as if,...
#death
#universe
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7 Comments
A Near Death Experience?
I get up and leave, shivering outside as I walk across the hospital front in the freezing rain, the northern winds biting at my fingers and face, the downpour reaching deep into my trainers and socks. It's nearly half four in the afternoon, and already almost dark, more like late autumn or early winter.
An ambulance rushes into the front area of the hospital, lights flashing, and pulls to a halt by the entrance. For a while, I stand watching in a type of daze, remembering another time when an ambulance pulled up in the clearing at the bottom of Whaley Hill to take me to hospital...
An ambulance rushes into the front area of the hospital, lights flashing, and pulls to a halt by the entrance. For a while, I stand watching in a type of daze, remembering another time when an ambulance pulled up in the clearing at the bottom of Whaley Hill to take me to hospital...
#death
#spiritual
#memories #mystery
#memories #mystery
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A Near Death Experience?
I get up and leave, shivering outside as I walk across the hospital front in the freezing rain, the northern winds biting at my fingers and face, the downpour reaching deep into my trainers and socks. It's nearly half four in the afternoon, and already almost dark, more like late autumn or early winter.
An ambulance rushes into the front area of the hospital, lights flashing, and pulls to a halt by the entrance. For a while, I stand watching in a type of daze, remembering another time when an ambulance pulled up in the clearing at the bottom of Whaley Hill to take me to hospital...
An ambulance rushes into the front area of the hospital, lights flashing, and pulls to a halt by the entrance. For a while, I stand watching in a type of daze, remembering another time when an ambulance pulled up in the clearing at the bottom of Whaley Hill to take me to hospital...
#death
#spiritual
#memories #mystery
#memories #mystery
381 reads
6 Comments
A Near Death Experience?
I get up and leave, shivering outside as I walk across the hospital front in the freezing rain, the northern winds biting at my fingers and face, the downpour reaching deep into my trainers and socks. It's nearly half four in the afternoon, and already almost dark, more like late autumn or early winter.
An ambulance rushes into the front area of the hospital, lights flashing, and pulls to a halt by the entrance. For a while, I stand watching in a type of daze, remembering another time when an ambulance pulled up in the clearing at the bottom of Whaley Hill to take me to hospital...
An ambulance rushes into the front area of the hospital, lights flashing, and pulls to a halt by the entrance. For a while, I stand watching in a type of daze, remembering another time when an ambulance pulled up in the clearing at the bottom of Whaley Hill to take me to hospital...
#death
#spiritual
#memories #mystery
#memories #mystery
381 reads
6 Comments
A Near Death Experience?
I get up and leave, shivering outside as I walk across the hospital front in the freezing rain, the northern winds biting at my fingers and face, the downpour reaching deep into my trainers and socks. It's nearly half four in the afternoon, and already almost dark, more like late autumn or early winter.
An ambulance rushes into the front area of the hospital, lights flashing, and pulls to a halt by the entrance. For a while, I stand watching in a type of daze, remembering another time when an ambulance pulled up in the clearing at the bottom of Whaley Hill to take me to hospital...
An ambulance rushes into the front area of the hospital, lights flashing, and pulls to a halt by the entrance. For a while, I stand watching in a type of daze, remembering another time when an ambulance pulled up in the clearing at the bottom of Whaley Hill to take me to hospital...
#death
#spiritual
#memories #mystery
#memories #mystery
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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
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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
trigger happy
surrounded yet "alone"- invasions of the "clones"- is what indoctrination does to beings that call this "home";
one'd like to wonder things outside of what's known as beliefs- one's glad one's not a "preacher's kid"-there still was no relief;
one has an open mind- that this life is not the end- but imagined if this was- then I wish I've never been....
no one here's a "saint"-but all once innocent; who here really knows the truth about the what-that created this?
...
one'd like to wonder things outside of what's known as beliefs- one's glad one's not a "preacher's kid"-there still was no relief;
one has an open mind- that this life is not the end- but imagined if this was- then I wish I've never been....
no one here's a "saint"-but all once innocent; who here really knows the truth about the what-that created this?
...
#death
#LifeCycle
#religion #spiritual
#religion #spiritual
133 reads
trigger happy
surrounded yet "alone"- invasions of the "clones"- is what indoctrination does to beings that call this "home";
one'd like to wonder things outside of what's known as beliefs- one's glad one's not a "preacher's kid"-there still was no relief;
one has an open mind- that this life is not the end- but imagined if this was- then I wish I've never been....
no one here's a "saint"-but all once innocent; who here really knows the truth about the what-that created this?
...
one'd like to wonder things outside of what's known as beliefs- one's glad one's not a "preacher's kid"-there still was no relief;
one has an open mind- that this life is not the end- but imagined if this was- then I wish I've never been....
no one here's a "saint"-but all once innocent; who here really knows the truth about the what-that created this?
...
#death
#LifeCycle
#religion #spiritual
#religion #spiritual
133 reads
trigger happy
surrounded yet "alone"- invasions of the "clones"- is what indoctrination does to beings that call this "home";
one'd like to wonder things outside of what's known as beliefs- one's glad one's not a "preacher's kid"-there still was no relief;
one has an open mind- that this life is not the end- but imagined if this was- then I wish I've never been....
no one here's a "saint"-but all once innocent; who here really knows the truth about the what-that created this?
...
one'd like to wonder things outside of what's known as beliefs- one's glad one's not a "preacher's kid"-there still was no relief;
one has an open mind- that this life is not the end- but imagined if this was- then I wish I've never been....
no one here's a "saint"-but all once innocent; who here really knows the truth about the what-that created this?
...
#death
#LifeCycle
#religion #spiritual
#religion #spiritual
133 reads
DU Poetry : Poems About Death Published by Members Recently Online