What is it like when I’ve died?
Just died and nothing would come
No more prides
No more crimes
No more plights
No more times
No more families
No more memories
No more availability
No more worries
No more eats
No more drinks
No more greeds
No more thinks
No more wake
No more sleeps
No more fakes
No more creeps
Just blacked out
And out
Out to nowhere
But beware
It’s not the end yet
You bet
sounds like a good poem and you have a good point there about death
I love this one, a dark creepy, quite, unknown atmosphere in the poem thats what i love about it.: -)
hahahahhaha...whatta poem, , , strong infrmation that u r still living and everybody should be careful coz ull be going up and ready to be on top....THATS WHAT I LIKE FROM YOU HON.... DONT QUIT, , , aa i know ull not.... ALWAYS SOAR HIGH, , as high as the sky...i like ths nformation WHCH s written in lines....i like ths, , I REALLY LIKE THE WAY U SHOW UR BRAVERY TOWARDS COMPETETORS..... the last line.....'bet it', , , , , WHATTA WORD....my gosh...as if i dont want to stop typing wrds for ths poem...oh my gosh...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Wonderful death poem.