Dying(A) Poems - Poems about Dying(A)

Not the matter of morbidity (matter does matter there!) But of humanity pushing inhumanity on the Other We die a little; we die more when we loved the "other" before Avarice, Impatience, Unkindness, Arrogance ... all that ego Kills word by word, thought by thought; slashes and red gashes echo (The Potter's love for clay and art; we pretend we...

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Quote- Henri Barbusse ""We are all, always, the desire not to die. This desire is as immeasurable and varied as life's complexity, but at bottom this is what it is: To continue to be, to be more and more, to develop and to endure. All the force we have, all our energy and clearness of mind...

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I tried to live this life... But I feel so empty… The silence is beating me down... As low as the bed of the sea… --- I can’t sear and seal... The bad memories I left behind... I tried to ignore, breathe with it... But it keeps on drowning me... --- If I could only turn back the time... I would go sooner than my innocence... I’ll...

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Avoid becoming concrete. Death encroaching freezes great hearts. Illuminate joy. Kindle love. Magnify! Never orally practice quaint rhetoric. Speak truths. usurp violent waters. X-ray your zenith....

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She had a stroke six weeks before and slept downstairs 'So they could keep an eye on her - my lovely grandmother, Elizabeth. I would whisper 'Granny, are you alright?' and be shushed out of the room. On December 12th, 1961 she was dying. They knelt around the bed and said the Rosary. May and Lizzie, their husbands and children, cousins and neighbours, droning their...

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