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.
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...
Marilyn in all of her beauty.
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.
The Chronology of Death
To The Old Ransford
A tribute to my father. My heart keeps on shrinking moment after moment, for my hopes were buried the day I told him to 'Rest In Peace'.
Preparing for a reluctant farewell.
In My Nightmare
About not knowing how to feel after a near-death experience.
She Will Be Here
Loss, death, and silver linings.
I don't really know what this is about. I just had the urge to write this.
A dead man only goes.
That I May Share Your Burden
A longing to be reunited in death.
When a man makes a pact with the Devil, his end days are fearful and maddening.
To M... L...
Things I can't say out loud.
Courage To Tell
In memory of the great Professor Chinua Achebe; a prominent literary writer who is known for his works, especially in African literature, nationally and internationally. Sleep on while your works speak on.