Death Poems
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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Lara
by George Gordon Byron
LARA.
CANTO THE FIRST.
I.
The Serfs are glad through Lara's wide domain,
And slavery half forgets her feudal chain;
He, their unhoped, but unforgotten lord —
The long self-exiled chieftain is restored:
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Elegy
by Dylan Thomas
Too proud to die; broken and blind he died
The darkest way, and did not turn away,
A cold kind man brave in his narrow pride
On that darkest day, Oh, forever may
He lie lightly, at last, on the last, crossed
Hill, under the grass, in love, and there grow
Young among the long flocks, and never lie lost
Or still all the numberless days of his death, though
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Death (If I Should Go)
by Joyce Grenfell
If I should die before the rest of you,
Break not a flower nor inscribe a stone.
Nor, when I'm gone, speak in a Sunday voice,
But be the usual selves that I have known.
Weep if you must,
Parting is hell.
But life goes on,
So........ sing as well.
Death
by Bill Knott
Going to sleep, I cross my hands on my chest.
They will place my hands like this.
It will look as though I am flying into myself.
Mothman
by Arvin Dassad
The mothman is like any other,
He sculks behind black shades to hide the red behind his eyes, they burn bright, shadows of the soul he left behind,
The mothman loves to drive, each light a love, an ever enticing invitation,
Come to us they say
And he presses the gas a little harder in the mothman mobile, his chariot lisence plate ISCARIOT, he doesn't like the daylight air, it muffles the cool allure of the street side lamps, their drawl so soft in the gloom of the night sky,
The windows down, leather hugs his thighs, his knuckles white as the moon, the wind blows his dust coated wings, smother his antennae slick to his head, the red of his eyes hidden behind black lenses, painted indigo by the stars ahead of him
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The truth about War
by Saleh Ben Saleh
Some wars are fought for honour,
and some for wealth and greed.
But the guilt that man does carry,
Will make his heart bleed.
Some hearts are full of hatred,
and some just seek revenge,
but the ones blood related,
have vowed to avenge.
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Life is just a journey
by Saleh Ben Saleh
With age I’ve grown tired,
weary but not insane.
My bones are rather achy,
but my heart is too humane.
At night my vision is blurry,
with pills I kill my pain.
My hearing aid does help,
for sound to reach my brain.
But offensive words do fall,
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Jesus stole him from me;
by Amy Michelle Mosier
Jesus stole him from me;
A cleft of my heart went
With my beloved to grand company.
Shock distracted the void -
Grief befriended melancholy
And I tagged along, I admit.
Anger pulled - whispered mortality -
I regrouped my senses
But still, it finds me.
Thank God, forgiveness was created
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Amazing Grace!
by Adelana Victor
If only I had known the last time I saw you was going to be my last,
I would have hugged and held onto you so tightly,
Not even the Grim Reaper would have been able to rip you from my grip.
If only I could see you smile once more,
I would immortalize it in a photograph,
And hang it in the hallway of Eternity.
During the short time I knew you,
You put more smiles on my face
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