Spirits Of The Dead Poem by Dave Alan Walker
Spirits Of The Dead
As the spirits of the dead
Rise from the fires of death
I feel a presence
In my minds eye
Of all the lost souls
Fighting for their lives
I hear a voice
In my head
Telling me they are dead
But then I hear
The shadowed souls
It is we who have lived
It is you who is lost
death just another chapter... another step on the journey! good poem!
went back and reread... this one's haunting me... in a good way!
I read this again and again, just to understand the content, for me this is a philosophical thought about a dead soul, what he/she feels when he/she perceives other Beings in unknown world. Its a great work, but i still need alittle explanation. Thanks
well i am very glad i took your advice and looked in to this poem, i love it, it is short, and simple but with a deep meaning! 10!
Great poem, with respects to Edgar Alan Poe, you might want to change one word in the title, I'm just saying, no biggie.
The last two lines, amazing I must say. I wish those souls could say more, great work.
There's a suddeness to this poem that I applaude; it just grabs onto you (or at least me!) , like a spirit from another realm; very good thinking here Dave. Write-on.
Good work, Dave and thanks for appreciating mine. How about ( :) , a colon after 'The shadowed souls'?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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A simply beautiful expression of nostalgia. I'm glad to see more of your poetry, your writing is always very striking.