Death Of Death Poem by Jacques Sprenkie Mateya
Death Of Death
Death died death
A tragic death of unusual death
Cemetery moaned, howled and wept alone
Its tears all over the ground
Death! Its sole hunter and soul provider
Graveyard's convulsion of shame
As if death was new
Death was old had to die too
Nothing last forever
There was nothing new
Clouds gathered but never rained
No rain wanted to clean the blood on death
The unusual act of death
Even birds of the feather fights each other
Death died, all were dazed for death of death
frnd. you have created an amazing poem. title of the poem is also unique. an unique imagination.
Very interesting poem and very creative in your imagination. thank you dear Poet. tony
hey dis is realy nice but i challenge it with farewell my poem....hahaha with al respect
Its seems... Intresting, like a green flower, different from the rest. -Lancegong
Death be not proud, be humble to man, as man be humbled to death. A very interesting take here Jacques. Good Write! 21433 -Kelly.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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AS death is an everyday occurence, those who witness it that way grow somewhat immune to its passing there so its effect is dead to them. Yet each death is a new loss to the living.Well written.