Dying Poems - Poems about Dying

...i needed to step where i could fall my life is just misery i don't want to crawl missed it too much i needed to live where i can face people who're not innocent maybe it's him he can cha......Read the rest...

...People have command over me, They can reach on novelty whatever they say. I might get hurt a little, cause my love, They declared it's sin. Happen to be the alchemist who found dead bod......Read the rest...

... "I have been a stranger in a strange land." Bible, Exodus 2:22 the sun rising the sun shining shining new day shining new light light of hope light of peace peace for me peace for you......Read the rest...

...Man cannot surpass dying— He cannot live past his own death. Power fades and falls. Like the tide, It disappears. "My name is Ozymandias, king of kings, " Is that not what Shelley's traveller s......Read the rest...

...Gracious are the daughters of the circle of the sun, Greeting all the people on the way, Gentle as the morning dew and mindful of the one Helios, keeper of the day. Joy, daughter of the morning......Read the rest...

... My doctor is a man of charm and wit. Smiling, he told me I was dying and just to prove he wasn’t lying cancelled my next day’s visit.......Read the rest...

...Another fine spring day gently dying, Subtle variegated colors and Tender vivid greens are dappled now With golden flecks and dollops of buttery sunlight. Shadows begin their mysterious, meticulo......Read the rest...

...The fingernail left of the sun is being slowly consumed Into hate Blinded by a sunblissed day, stay away Running, run run run run run Walk stay still Like a flower, wilting, slowly dyin......Read the rest...

...“Persistence In Memory” - Salvador Dali “There is a time for everything” – Ecclesiastes Dreamscapes. Dali, are you attacking reality? You invoke curiosity. The natural form of a tree, Growin......Read the rest...

...He lived on a beautiful, rural farm, back in fond, good old days of yore, With his parents and two brothers; like sun's going in and out the door. He had always adored the color blue, so ......Read the rest...

... Jesus: A Rose Like a rose with thorns Petals bleeding velvet red Dying, bows down head ......Read the rest...

...a demon appears and we are it perhaps a remnant of our past like a dying snake, it writhes awhile however this nonevent will not last perhaps there is no form we were not it matters little now......Read the rest...

... There was no purpose or plan No mentor took me by the hand I never knew 'if', 'what', or 'how'. But I know why I became a poet. To gaze upon an entity To observe a person To listen to sou......Read the rest...

... If the sun married the rain - It would become a rainbow (quote by poet) This aquamarine aquarium is a prismatic prison, reflecting a reality of a pseudo persona and I've become tired from pret......Read the rest...

...Beyond I can feel God's presence yet I have never seen his eyes But everyday I look at the devils faces In it different race and colours In it multiple evil genocide His shadows are scatte......Read the rest...