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.
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.
Succumbed to Melancholy
Grief plays upon the emotions with an insane urge for revenge. Sometimes, even the laws of nature need a scapegoat.
A poem about a 'person' waiting for Grim to arrive. That 'person' is calling his/her child/grandchild to join him/her. But Why? For salvation? Or to join in death?
Yin-Yang is what I could come up with the name. Truthfully I'm not depressed but these words started itching at my chest today. It's not the best but they're words of truth. This poem/lecture type message was written to reach out...
What's the Point of Living?
The poem pretty much explains itself.
Two years later and I'm still trying to sort things out. It is a fact that the longer you live, the more you learn about death, that is the definition of irony.
Warning: Not an appropriate read for kids.
Wear the Mask My Father Taught Me To Wear
Just want to end my life...