Waiting To Die Poem by Pablo Cruise

Waiting To Die

Rating: 4.4


Callused spirit in declining coil
Bended back as if he knows
Skin creased from fended toil
A cane to stress the pose

Face to caution any greeting
Eyes that shift the blame
His soul controls the beating,
Of a heart that renders a list of shame

In a mind engaged in yesterday
He reasons through the lies
That pride continues to betray,
Up until the day he dies

The devil’s claim long since given
For remorse will never reign
On these shoulders the consequence is driven
Anticipates his failed veins

Slow record through harried eyes
Soles fall flat in all his debris
The present mocks a disregarded demise
Reflected glances to remind it’s me

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Sathyanarayana M V S 18 March 2009

Rhymed and rhythmic poetry.......pleasant to read...

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Jim Norausky 18 March 2009

I thought this was a powerful poem and well penned with some excellent poetic lines. Jim

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Lynda Robson 18 March 2009

Beautiful flow to this, powerful piece, you are an excellent poet Pablo, 10 Lynda xx

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PERSIAN NIGHTINGALE 18 March 2009

beautiful poem though you have changed the form of rhyming in the last two stanzas, thanks for sharing

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Barry A. Lanier 18 March 2009

a powerful and poignant depiction of the struggle of coming face to face with our mortality

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Michael Gale 10 May 2009

I just wanted to reiterate again, on how much I loved this poem of yours. Pretty darned good. An excellent write! God bless us all-MJG.

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Michael Gale 10 May 2009

Great write. Yes, an added s on the end of the word (Reign) would most likely make that line rhyme much better. Still, a great master piece! God bless the artist-MJG.

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Ravi A 03 April 2009

What we should properly understand is that past is afterall past. Let us not experience it emotionally but only as a witness. With this guideline, our life is in safe waters. Why should we feel being guilty? Our short comings are only the outcome of an immature mind. Our life is a big journey towards maturity. This means that at any given moment we are mature but when it comes to our reflecting about it, we may tend to feel that it was a case of immaturity. When we were in LKG, we collected pebbles but when we were in 10th class, we collected stamps. Both are perfect actions from their own point of view. This is what we have to realise.

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Sally Plumb 25 March 2009

Hi! I get the miseries and write a lot of pieces about it.I like your wording.

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Amy Douglass (Fifita) 25 March 2009

Very good. It's described in an beautiful and rythmic way. well done i love it.

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