Poems on Death"Some of my friends are gone, and some of my friends are sleeping – sleeping the churchyard sleep – the hour of evening is sad – it was once my study hour – my master has gone to rest, and the open leaf of the book, and the scholar at school alone, make the tears come, and I cannot brush them away; I would not if I could, for they are the only tribute I can pay the departed Humphrey" - Emily Dickinson
In Literature, a subject much obsessed over is "death". While you have poets like Sylvia Plath and Christina Rossetti who romanticized the idea of death, you have others like John Donne who were severely pained by the concept of death's finality. And then there were others like Henry Van Dyke and Sara Teasdale who saw death as a doorway to the world of the immortals - as another chapter of being. The interpretation of death is different for every individual. And that is what enables us to evoke and express our pain or understanding of it in the most eloquent manner. Our poets express in their words how thinking about the end affect us all, how beholding the final moments and departure of a beloved scars us for life, and how we gradually learn to cope with the searing pain and grief, moving on to make peace with the inevitable.
Even angels cry.
The Wilting Rose
This is the story of what happens when a rose blooms. It is also the story of what happens when you take someone away from the place they belong.
A Soldier's Lament
Ghostly thoughts from a battlefield.
A Shadow No Longer Cast
A short poem about aging.
What I Should've Not Done: Give Up
Regrets, they kill somebody's dreams. Comment, if you can relate to this. Thanks!
She Needs Someone
Just a little poem I wrote.
Three Years of Silence
Sometimes, we say goodbye to friends, sons, daughters, wives, husbands, loved ones, and others who are very dear to our hearts. When it turns out to be an eternal goodbye, our hopes are lost, and our souls are filled forever with...
He hid all his pain from her.
I wrote this while observing my beautiful son enjoying his music on our deck on a day when his seizures and mini strokes were in check and he was once himself again..
Gloomy dark days.
The Purgatory Bar
A man tries to drink away his sorrow for the loss of a lover.
It's my first poem, tell me what you think.... this really happened to me.
Typical Friday, but not for her.
Behind Your Smile
This is dedicated to a friend of mine, who has been acting like James Bond lately. To you, reading this now and also to everybody out there who hide their pain away, refusing to cry out for help.
Take My Life
This poem was about a time when my boyfriend had confessed having suicidal thoughts to me and how I was thinking that I'd give him anything for him to be healthy and happy, including everything I needed and that my heart already...
I’ve Got about a Hundred Holes in my Heart
I’ve learned to leave something.
As I Lie Here Wishing
To everyone like me...
I wish I could die in my sleep, so I would never have to feel pain again.
A Willow Tree
The poem is about a victim of cancer and her death.