Darlene Walsh

Gold Star - 4,870 Points (1994 / Philadelphia)

I Am Death - Poem by Darlene Walsh

I work in silence
I work with great noise
I cause many tears
I relieve all suffering

I am dreaded by most
I am sought by some
I often creep up slowly
No one escapes me

My work is constant
I have no holidays
War is not my friend
It makes me work too hard

I spend long weeks with some
Or even months or years
Others are instants never seen
Like a candle snuffed in a breeze

I break many hearts
I pass on great riches
Poverty often beckons
Some beg for my visit

For some whom I visit
Comes peace everlasting?
For others eternal damnation?
I know not for I have never died

I am Death


Poet's Notes about The Poem

No story, Death speaks for itself!

Comments about I Am Death by Darlene Walsh

  • Gold Star - 6,846 Points Mj Lemon (8/26/2015 9:30:00 AM)

    This is a great poem...And such a wonderful irony...Death cannot relate to his own work....So human, human indeed. (Report) Reply

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  • Gold Star - 22,364 Points Kim Barney (4/21/2015 4:29:00 PM)

    Enjoyed this poem so much I had to come back and read it again. But did you know that death can disguise itself as a butterfly? Please read my poem BUTTERFLY OF DEATH. (Report) Reply

  • Gold Star - 22,364 Points Kim Barney (1/10/2015 8:23:00 AM)

    Great poem. A ten from me! (Report) Reply

  • Gold Star - 9,761 Points Col Muhamad Khalid Khan (12/23/2014 8:12:00 AM)

    I break many hearts
    I pass on great riches
    Poverty often beckons
    Some beg for my visit
    A heartfelt poem where ultimate solace seems to be death.Well expressed. Well done
    Col Muhammad Khalid Khan (Report) Reply

  • Gold Star - 15,915 Points John Westlake (12/15/2014 11:00:00 PM)

    The speaker who calls themselves Death is accurate enough. No boasting, just straight honest as to how it is. Some would call him an old friend, others fear his coming. Thanks for sharing (Report) Reply

  • Gold Star - 30,362 Points Valsa George (12/14/2014 7:46:00 AM)

    The Personified Death seems to stand before us giving a self introduction! Without exaggeration or hyperbole, you have presented Death in a very realistic manner! Simple but sweet poem! Enjoyed! (Report) Reply

  • Gold Star - 65,325 Points Mehta Hasmukh Amathalal (12/8/2014 12:25:00 AM)

    I am death... nice dreaded line

    i provide relief
    who has full faith
    in my action
    as i perform with His direction (Report) Reply

  • Gold Star - 18,502 Points Rajnish Manga (12/6/2014 12:06:00 PM)

    I am so pleased to read this poem. Death is a great healer and a savior, thus, it is a man's true friend and not an enemy. (Report) Reply

    Gold Star - 4,870 Points Darlene Walsh (12/6/2014 7:44:00 PM)

    Thank you for your comment. Death is an old friend of mine who I hope to not meet for many years.

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, December 6, 2014



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