Is It Poetry

Silver Star - 3,952 Points (1958 - / Bus-Boys And Poets, Washington D.C.)

I Want 'Too Die' A Simple Death - Poem by Is It Poetry

i want too die a simple death;
still i can not but tell..
battle field or hospital...
and when again i look..
so very deep
within your eyes..
it could be that it's......
i will only die again...
But even as you labor..
and i labor..
as once we did..
so long ago...
i know that in my illness..
i have become..
fatter and some
what greater in tumescence..
and you know it..
always and..
how it comes..
with age and thus..
and do we reminisce of this..
and how you...
have changed..
grey that bandage..
and with each gentle squeeze...
and as you watch me...
now so yellow, white...
i jerk
and jerk...
and i convulse again...
and i am so very still...
and you squeezed...
untill you...
were absolutely sure...
that i, remained still...
and at rest and i am and..
i dont want too die like this...
and would you...
allow it too be...
if it were you...held off defiant...
while your hands...
did other things as well..and..
each one brings me back..
from the edge...
each time...
too face my fate alone..
and you know with...
each suprised look..
that shoots..
so high and wide...
across your face..
and with each bright sun...
drawn out warm... briefly...
and that long stream....
as it finaly squirts...
and why it grows...
so much harder...
as you watch..
left of my life...
as it runs...
out between your fingers..
and it rushes...
towards the center...
and you hold on..
and on..
bright light..
and finaly it dawns...

Comments about I Want 'Too Die' A Simple Death by Is It Poetry

  • Gold Star - 8,646 Points Bri Edwards (5/24/2015 12:53:00 PM)

    james, I grant you one simple death. enjoy.
    - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
    is THIS what you meant? [from Wikipedia]:

    “Tumescence is the quality or state of being tumescent or swollen. Tumescence usually refers to the normal engorgement with blood (vascular congestion) of the erectile tissues, marking sexual excitation and possible readiness for sexual activity. The tumescent sexual organ in men is the penis and in women is the clitoris. Detumescence is the reversal of this process, by which blood leaves the erectile tissue, returning to the flaccid state.[1]” ……………………


    Well, now I really AM perplexed. I can’t tell if someone has her hands around your neck, choking you to death, or her hand(s) around your penis, doing you-know-what!

    in any case, this makes for a VERY interesting story. hopefully you get your wish, as long as it does not land anyone in jail or the hospital!

    I had to fight down my urge to point out misspellings. RATS! I couldn’t quite control myself. well, what is a misspelling among friends, especially compared to illness, obesity, and death? ?

    :) bri

    p.s. “grey that bandage..” ….. this was unclear to me. perhaps you meant to type “grew that bondage”? ? ? (Report) Reply

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  • Gold Star - 19,834 Points Roseann Shawiak (10/14/2014 8:13:00 PM)

    Magnificent expression of how death takes hold of a person, your explanation of steps it takes before getting to the end. Realizing that this is not how you want to die, but preferably just lying down and simply let go, a peaceful, uneventful death. I like this line: As you watch what's left of my life, as it runs out between your fingers and rushes towards the center and you hold on and on until that bright light, and finally it dawns. It is a poignant moment before death, a final pause in life. You have outdone yourself with this one! I give it a 10! Love it. Thank you for sharing, making me feel the intensity of this situation, and walking away pondering it all. RoseAnn (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 94 Points Nivedita Bagchi SPC UK (11/26/2009 12:29:00 PM)

    Thanks so much and intolerably good! ! Your poem..but death gosh grotesque..ho ho hu hu [fright]
    Ten++ for that trickles down between fingers.
    Ms. Nivedita

    Please read my new post recipe of first kiss
    niv (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Try and UnDeRStANd mE ....i promise im normal (11/26/2009 11:13:00 AM)

    Wow heart felt//....i've lost alot of my family n freinds to illness tradgedies n just simple death i hope u neva hav to go thru this or that u get thru if u already did im here for ya just no that u could b gone or any of us could b gone at any moment let's make the best of the times we have! ! (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Sarah Franks (11/25/2009 7:59:00 PM)

    A fine poem dear sir, Simple death. Well written. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 126 Points Leslie Alexis (heaven Is My Home) (11/24/2009 5:43:00 PM)

    i ask what sara asked. a fine poem sir. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 0 Points Annie Girl (11/24/2009 1:52:00 PM)

    so good...i like it each meaning to each word (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Pia Andersson (11/21/2009 5:01:00 PM)

    what you write
    i can see and feel Excellent! ! ! ! (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Danny H (11/21/2009 3:05:00 PM)

    I Adore this poem
    everyone wants to die a simple death
    lol fatter with age
    does this mean your chubby? (Report) Reply

  • Rookie ! ! ~☺ ** ME ...**☺ ~! ! (11/21/2009 1:44:00 PM)

    i love the poem. it made me feel everything... it left an empty hole in my heart after i read it... hope this wont happen to you... or anybody...nobody deserves to loose their loved one...

    with lots of love,
    haidee (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Terri Turrell (11/21/2009 9:14:00 AM)

    Impressive, this. I found myself leaning forward with the effort of your words which stopped being words...they were puufs and spurts of life in bursts...then gone. I could actually feel the passing of life...(well as well as one can) well done, poet (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 145 Points Nimal Dunuhinga (11/17/2009 4:11:00 PM)

    I too like that great ambition! Well done Comrade! (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Tai Chi Italy (11/17/2009 1:14:00 PM)

    Wonderful die for iip! Such a rush of romance to the heart.

    Smiling at you

    Tai (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, November 17, 2009

Poem Edited: Saturday, January 9, 2010

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