Death Poems
When I Die
by Mewlana Jalaluddin Rumi
When I die
when my coffin
is being taken out
you must never think
i am missing this world
don't shed any tears
don't lament or
feel sorry
i'm not falling
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Remember Me
by Margaret Mead
Remember Me:
To the living, I am gone.
To the sorrowful, I will never return.
To the angry, I was cheated,
But to the happy, I am at peace,
And to the faithful, I have never left.
I cannot be seen, but I can be heard.
So as you stand upon a shore, gazing at a beautiful sea - remember me.
As you look in awe at a mighty forest and its grand majesty - remember me.
As you look upon a flower and admire its simplicity - remember me.
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The List Of Famous Hats
by James Tate
Napoleon's hat is an obvious choice I guess to list as a famous
hat, but that's not the hat I have in mind. That was his hat for
show. I am thinking of his private bathing cap, which in all hon-
esty wasn't much different than the one any jerk might buy at a
corner drugstore now, except for two minor eccentricities. The
first one isn't even funny: Simply it was a white rubber bathing
cap, but too small. Napoleon led such a hectic life ever since his
childhood, even farther back than that, that he never had a
chance to buy a new bathing cap and still as a grown-up--well,
he didn't really grow that much, but his head did: He was a pin-
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The Life That I Have
by Leo Marks
The life that I have
Is all that I have
And the life that I have
Is yours
The love that I have
Of the life that I have
Is yours and yours and yours.
A sleep I shall have
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Creed
by Steve Turner
We believe in Marxfreudanddarwin.
We believe everything is OK
as long as you don't hurt anyone,
to the best of your definition of hurt,
and to the best of your knowledge.
We believe in sex before during
and after marriage.
We believe in the therapy of sin.
We believe that adultery is fun.
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"Wenn der Morgen ohne mich erwacht"
by Mario Odekerken
Frag die Sonne nicht,
warum sie heute
später aufgeht.
Es gibt keine Leere,
nur eine andere Art,
gegenwärtig zu sein.
Suche mich nicht in dem Zimmer,
wo die Uhr gegen die Stille tickt,
sondern im Kräuseln des Wassers,
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Tropicalia
by Henrique Mirahy
I am certain that along these fields of rolling green fertility,
beneath a wavering twilight,
your spirit dwells in a veil, suspended
across the valley with the breeze, amongst the wildflowers,
in this warm October
Alleen de doden weten hoe het is om dood te zijn
by Mario Odekerken
Alleen de doden weten hoe het is om dood te zijn
ze dragen geen vragen meer in hun handen
geen gewicht van morgen op hun schouders
alleen een stilte die niemand kan vertalen.
Wij blijven hier,met kloppende tijd in onze borst
we noemen het leven omdat het beweegt
omdat het ons dwingt te voelen en te zoeken
zelfs wanneer we niet weten waarheen.
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Burial's Pride
by Dany Stark
I stand brave, yet subtly scared,
Waiting for the king's command.
Apprehension lies in mine eyes,
But remember the promises,
There is no time for mine cries.
Thou shalt be rich and honored,
I'm starting to doubt those words,
Might my existence be devoured,
I merely hear the chirping of the birds.
Cannot back away from this battle now,
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When Snow Falls
by Dany Stark
As I close my eyes,
I see a human in disguise.
The last existence needed,
Repeated, repeated, repeated.
A mental state of mind,
And they never admit it's an option.
Shell blows, your mind is flying.
Soul was sold at an auction.
Unworthy, live, need is only a myth.
And as last of existence reeks,
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