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Poems about death
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Although the sun was shining bright / / the air was cold with winters might. / / While I was freezing I felt no fright / / for I beheld a beautiful sight. / / A thick blanket of snow covered the ground / / woodland creatures were
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Boy grew from a mothball / In the closet of the house / Of Mrs Pevensie the widow. / / Boy grew to be an oddball / And moved under the hou
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Syrup Boy loved sugar in whatever form it came, / From candy canes to ice cream, he ate sweetness everyday. / He’d have éclairs for breakfa
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It's getting closer. / The day of her birth. / She's not here to celebrate. / / Our silent tears will fall. / As we remember her life. / It was way too short. / / She was a great person. / A daughter, a sister, a wife, a mother.
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/ She stirred with some uncertainty as if she didn’t know / How she came to be there in the cold and sodden snow. / Trapped but without borders, she will never express / How much that she is missing in her confused distress. / / She shambles
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I have not gone away I am right here by your side.
Ask of me and I will do my best to abide.
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Have you found the door, the one everyones still searching for? / And do you cry the grey skies? / Do you wish you could go back again? Do you want to see the sea again someday? / And do you feel the pain? / Have you seen the heavens hell? Do the
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/ I've lived my life in coffee cups / since I was just a kid / Wake up and smell the coffee, child: / That is what i did / / My daddy gav
by riveralex
364 words, 14 comments,
on Apr 2 6:47 AM 2008. In Lyrics Memory, Hope Life, Family, Death, Survival, Time, Spiritual, Age, Yout
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A damaged beauty so / intriguing, she made / a gay man question his / sexuality. / / Made a folk-singer, / song-writer call her / a "Rolling Stone". / The vanity. / Every girl from Jersey, / wants her cheek bones. / / A vulnerabl
by marcusmoore
163 words, 33 comments,
on Mar 7 8:34 AM 2008. In Life, Rhyme, True, Addiction, Fame, Sad, Death, Society, Alliteration, Loss
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Could somebody tell me why we're here? / This war is not mine, no ending seems near / / We carry out our orders every day / to fight for o
by LeftTurnsOnly
259 words, 24 comments,
on Jan 29 7:16 PM 2008. In Life, Love, Rhyme, Sad, Pain, Death, Loss, War, Family
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Forgive me if I fail to celebrate the majesty of Everest; / The mountain doesn't need my praise, / Has lived, will live, long after we are
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Can you lift me up, I've been down so low? / And it's been so long, can you take me home? / Can you stay with me, I've been on my own? / Can you promise me, I won't die alone? / / Do you care enough, do you want to help? / Or am I better off
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190 words, 3 comments,
on Aug 4 4:10 AM 2006
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