Tag: Death Poems
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What Remains Of Us
Little Matters all that he had been kind-hearted, loving, happy now merely ashes Image from PxHere
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The End Of It All
How It Might Feel winding down slowly everything fading away letting it all go Photo by Tima Miroshnichenko on Pexels.com
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The Measures Of Dying
T4a And N2b such little measures T4a and N2b death begins so small Photo by Tima Miroshnichenko on Pexels.com
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The Dead Calling
The Cry Of The Wind the sound of the wind moaning at the window pane the dead are calling Photo by Cau00ea Balevita on Pexels.com
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Dear Death
With Love From The Father take all my loved ones, mother, father, siblings, wife but don’t take my son Photo by lea bonzer on Pexels.com
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The End Of The Road
It Is In Sight yours is a hard road one thing you can be sure of I will walk with you You and me and the big C
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Here In My Heart
Where You Will Always Be you cannot leave me you are still a part of of me right here in my heart Photo by Valentine Angel Fernandez on Pexels.com
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Laughing At Death
Dead Funny you get to that age people dying every day it’s almost funny Photo by Chris J Mitchell on Pexels.com
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Towards The End Of Time
Mere Oblivion waiting for the end watching what you are close down the horror of it Photo by Vladimir Srajber on Pexels.com
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The Dying Of The Light
Dead Quiet in the dying light gently raging into night we pass in silence Photo by Valentine Angel Fernandez on Pexels.com
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The Why Of It
The Final Question being all alone with nothing and nobody you understand why Photo by Denis Zagorodniuc on Pexels.com
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A Short Cut Out Of Here
A Short Cut Out Of Here Broken green bottle Waiting for him on the street Those sharp, sharp edges
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The Mind Is Its Own Place
The Mind Is Its Own Place she speaks of dying a friend lost in her own mind a place I can’t go
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What We Should Leave Our Loved Ones
What We Should Leave Our Loved Ones when all this is over when you are all done what will there be left when you are all gone will there be paint still wet on a door will there be dirt unswept on the floor those unweeded borders will they still be there and if they…
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You Just Stop Breathing Don’t You?
You Just Stop Breathing Don’t You? How does dying go? You just stop breathing, don’t you? What more could there be?
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The Protocols For Dying
Death visits regularly on this street. Many of the people you might meet have lived here for a long time, right up until the day they died.
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Watching People Die
Watching People Die I sat and watched her as she died. My grandmother, Winnie. Her skin, always white and weather beaten, like leather by now, bleached right out by the fags that took her breath away, was wrinkled as the hide of some old beast, which is what she never was. Bright and true, she…
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Unmark My Grave
Carved on the stone is a name long forgot Cut by the hand of a man we know not The stone all askew, the grave long untended, A small life lived long but long ago ended. Few are remembered, and many not known. Many will leave as we came, all alone. Even the great and…
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The Way To Go
Dragging on, drawn out and drugged up, demented or diseased, and probably both, the ending we will meet is not likely to be the one we would choose for ourselves if we had that choice. That is not the way to go. Go out kicking and screaming. Go out shit faced and swearing. Go out…
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On Early Death
Burned someone today. A good woman, vital, lively, loved. Her time came too early in the middle of her life. Family and friends came to say farewell, with hot tears and soft sobbing and hard pressed lips in a place burning with emotions. There will be another one soon, another dying day for the living…
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Nothing Lives Forever
Petals fall softly All that lives must one day die Even those we love In memory of my little sister, who passed away too soon, today.