Mortality Poems
I am the Shadow in the Storm
by Robert Chase
The certainty of life’s completion is as clear as crystal
The hubris of youth recedes with each crease and line reflected in the mirror
The days of childrearing are nearing their end
Many are content to sit on their haunches to observe and advise
I refuse to wear the comfortable shawl - to rest in numb comfort
I rise - I stretch - I pick up my pack and venture forth
I will die gripping and squeezing the last drop of sunlight from my final day
Death needs that scythe to cut me down
I do not consent - I do not yield
I am the shadow in the storm catching the lightning
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Death
by Josh Lyndon
What if i died today?
Would you miss me?
Would you cry?
Look to the heavens screaming why?
Would you be sad?
Would grief drive you mad?
Why avoid questions on mortality?
This is life's brutal reality.
Would you ask how I died?
Or talk about how hard i tried?
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Jacobite
by Richard Johnson
Accept that you’re alone
Come now Mr Jones
And in your kingdom of the sane
Where preachers struggle to find a vein
I thought it made me a man
To have fools paint my hands
Memories taken by unsavoury hosts
I forgot their names so I named them ghosts
I apologise
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Autumn
by Debra Robertson
Summer’s cremation
Funeral pyres foreshadow
Winter of lost souls
My fragile life
by Baramundi Roy
Life is so fragile for I live so close to death
and eternity will begin with my final breath.
This mortal body is composed of flesh and bone
but my soul is eternal and can exist on its own.
These years of mine are but a wisp of smoke
and will come to an end at midnight's stroke.
How many breaths will I breath within my lifetime?
How many heartbeats are there in this heart of mine?
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Conflicto
by Sameered sajj
Inner life that all portrays
and hold close to thine heart
through the middle ground which i hold
tis brings me closer, to light i scorn
inside oneself is the counsiouness
which he can't portray, or like the
healing bliss he shall stray
but with mighty hands, ones bliss shall not stay
to gain liberty, freedom and socialism
is this the right way?
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Fleshwater
by Brady Stewart
Why ponder
To hell with the cold steel walls
Knowledgeably erected
Unopenable doors, locked.
“Who did it?”
Says religion
It is a combination lock,
Your new highschool locker
Manuel unentailed
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My fragile life
by Baramundi Roy
Life is so fragile for I live so close to death
and eternity will begin with my final breath.
This mortal body is composed of flesh and bone
but my soul is eternal and can exist on its own.
These years of mine are but a wisp of smoke
and will come to an end at midnight's stroke.
How many breaths will I breath within my lifetime?
How many heartbeats are there in this heart of mine?
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An Undying Poet
by Ujjal Mandal
The heaven's eye becomes tired
With rage,
Water endless in the sea.
Winter deflowers the tree,
Spring fills the fissures-
The process constant all year round.
Clouds take off the canopy-
Vapours make a sail
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I am the Shadow in the Storm
by Robert Chase
The certainty of life’s completion is as clear as crystal
The hubris of youth recedes with each crease and line reflected in the mirror
The days of childrearing are nearing their end
Many are content to sit on their haunches to observe and advise
I refuse to wear the comfortable shawl - to rest in numb comfort
I rise - I stretch - I pick up my pack and venture forth
I will die gripping and squeezing the last drop of sunlight from my final day
Death needs that scythe to cut me down
I do not consent - I do not yield
I am the shadow in the storm catching the lightning
......
