Death Free Verse Poems

if you see me sitting around
with my head tilted down
face wrinkled in a frown
hands shielding my face

just trying to figure out
if I can survive in...

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..they were sent by those
who sat upon pedestals so high
whose life was sheltered and dry 
and saw the new days bright shining light

and they were...

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“Ah, dear friend, speak… speak while you still can,
While they’re still beside you,
For once death arrive,
Only regret remains to converse with.”

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Nature is the Leader

Nature is the home. The Home. The life giver. Air, water, everything
The laws of nature preserve and increase life. The Life. For...

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a whisper of loss 
a phantom lace
a ghostly touch

fingers close, cold to taste
lingers laughter 
cracked bone-dry air
the clock chimes midnight 

it is backward here
in this...

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Memories of whip-lashing words 
steeped me deep into a roil of rancid oil
my soul a weeping blistered sore  
my heart a gangrene amputee 
pus-green-memories...

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We shall meet again—
Not in this fleeting world of form,
But beyond the bends of time,
Where all roads turn to dust,
And silence hums the final rhyme.

You...

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Pope Francis died, 

Thus

Poorer leaving the earth and humanity in pain,

While heaven,

Celebrating is, for becoming richer by one saint. 

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©? Demetrios Trifiatis 
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I hear a little girl laugh
and see her sweet face
recall the days of play
the sweet cuddles and kisses
then, I am taken to her name engraved
and...

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She wore necklaces of coral,
strings of pearls embracing her body,
glinting back at the broken sunlight
scattered across the sea floor. 
Her glassy eyes gazed up,
somewhat worried,...

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The fire cracks and the embers brew
Whilst the stars sing as I cry and plead,
For I render you, my love 
To please come back to...

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I emerge 
I return 
If I am not somewhere 
As I am now
I am there
If I was not somewhere 
I was there 
And so I...

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I am wearing heavy feathers
with the gaze of the day lit to my backside.
A rotisserie routine,
hot with punishment and prayer.
Prayer for punishment,
punishment for prayer.

Answers from...

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I wake up in a room full of mirrors,
a funhouse of distortion
where reality is blurred.
I gasp, for in one of the mirrors,
I see a young...

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Would you be mad if I picked up the bottle?
Would you cry if I were to die
Lost to the cradle of death

Would you hold me...

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