Poems About: DEATH
Poems on / about :
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337.Death is all of this?
Death should be a gesture
of what kills and fulfills
a craving that raves - singing
hymns - where silence— read more »Mark Heathcote
The ‘valor' was rich as the bygone years,
That slept with him in his silent graves
The sulking verses below the reposing Earth
Unvoiced death in soundless rave read more »ritwika raha
339.Death is whispering.
"Come here. I'll make it quick"
Death is whispering.
The knife mocks me
The precision in the slice read more »Ariana Singfield
DEATH met a little child who cried
For a bright star which earth denied,
And Death, so sympathetic, kissed it,
Saying: 'With me read more »Isabel Ecclestone Mackay
341.WAR AND DEATH
Good bye my father…..
I am sorry for not been three for you
I am sorry Dad, for not making it up to you
I wish I could help fight the war of death read more »ADOLE SYLVANUS
342.Breath of Death
Death is not death-
It is life without breath.
Life on earth is life that is blind-
Blinded by stress and the curse of time… read more »Brad Lomeli
343.Strumming The Old Death Blues
and the aims
of the beat
generation. read more »Terence George Craddock (Spectral Images and Images Of Light)
344.What is Death
What is Death?
What is death?
I ask of thee read more »Sepehr Reybod
345.The Eve of My Death
The eve of my death, a baby was born, and this kept me alive.
The eve of my death, a baby took her first stumbling steps, and this kept me
The eve of my death, a school bus filled with laughing children drove away, read more »Stephen Howard
346.and death washes only bones
And death washes only bones;
The mouth of death speaks oft of every tounge
Never his patience once lost is found in all your nature;
Death washes a bone and the astrologer hands two back, read more »Is It Poetry
Death is what I deal with.
Death is what I face.
Death is something you don't face.
Death and gore are all I know. read more »dymon sidebottom
348.The Gardener LXXXI: Why Do You Whisper So Faintly
Why do you whisper so faintly in
my ears, O Death, my Death?
When the flowers droop in the
evening and cattle come back to their read more »Sir Rabindranath Tagore