1. Living had never been just a habit
I had been enjoying it, every piece n bit
Each new day, it spread a canvas before me
With thousand colors around, it asked me - what you want to be!
Golden or silver, I never worried about the canvas frame
With my heart in every cell, I couldn't put it on sale!
As life kept breathing, I sketched along
People around me appraised, few set me wrong
I saw around me, thousand walls with painted thoughts
Each one different, reminding me of lessons taught
Indulged in self, walls of thoughts raised so high
No one around, neither the horizon, nor the sky
The place that I lived every inch, was suddenly dark in red
Buried under 'ME' and my canvas, I found myself dead! (By Suhrud Potdar,1/28/2010)
This poem is about living. That she was living in her own world, until she realize that she is dead.
2. Walking through the path of death,
Feeling in my heart the devil's breath.
Trees of decay as my companion,
I take every step as a caution.
Rocks crumbled under my feet,
Ghosts of my haunted past I meet.
There is nothing alive,
Only the remains of our wretched lives.
Shadows hiding in the trees,
I plead with them to let me be.
I breathe in the air of sweet decay,
Monstrous statues blocking my way,
Life is but a hideous dream,
A mask on which the sun beams.
Death is our only reality,
A world where everything is petty.
Gravestones rose up before my eyes,
In harmony with my defeated sighs.
I place flowers on the stones,
Crumbling my shattered bones.
A white rose appeared,
The gift of a most adored seer.
My feelings are frozen,
Your words are poison.
I see bodies paving my way forward,
Sweer decay curving upward.
I had once admired this scene,
But now its what it seems.
The flowers fadeth,
The bodies withered.
Kneel in front of gravestones,
And mourn the passing of mournful tones. (By Ariadne-Katheryn Howard Boleyn Seymour Parr Tudor of Aragorn, 2/8/2011)
This poem is talkig about walking through the thoughts of death. I think that line "Life is but a hideous dream, A mask on which the sun beams.Death is our only reality," is a powerful line because it is saying that the life we live if not real but it end just like dreams do where as death is real because it will never end.
3. In my prison all a lone,
Hoping and praying for life,
Life is near;
In my prison all a lone,
Hoping and praying for life,
Life is hear;
I am born but born to die,
In my world all alone
Hoping and praying for death;
Death is near,
Death is hear,
I am dead;
Dead,
Dead!
But free.(By Eamon J Healy, 10/4/2010)
I think that is poem is talking about someone being in prison and wanting to to live then wanting to die.
4. I single rose lying dead in a field
It lies there lifeless nothing it can feel.
Once a thing of beauty but a thing of beauty no more
Causing pain to those close to it somewhat like myself
Now it lies forgotten, lying in that field.(By christopher humphrey, 1/1/2010)
This poem is comparing their selve to a rose. How this think was once there but now it is not. Just like we will be on day done.
5. There shall be no more of me
No more of my presents
No more of my face
I will be gone FOREVER
U will regret what you have said
What you have done
OR what you didn't do
& if I shall die 2day don't blame yourself
Simply blame the people who put me down
My shield is getting weaker & weaker each day
My pain is getting worse
My attempts & thoughts are all for a reason
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When I die I will soon go to hell (OR heaven if god believes in me)
Sometimes I wonder my fate for when I'm gone
Will people care ?
Will people even remember me ?
Will they be sad?--or will they even cry ?
Unanswered questions is all I have
I will die a painful death
& no one will care
I will be watching from above or maybe haunting you from below
That is what I think will happen
IF....I.....DIE.....(By Shai Murphy, 7/13/2010)
This poem is getting at the idea that if they die people will have to tell with it. That it is going to be them that has to deal with the fact that they didn't do or say the things that they want to say to her.
6. I can't say these words just yet.
I know it shouldn't be hard, but there is just too much regret.
I said them once before.
But back in the day, I was hurt once more...
He left me, with the ring on my finger.
He hurt me, and yet my heart still lingered.
I said those deathly words once before.
And got hurt more and more.
To say that in which could not be.
I know I promise I won't regret thee.
You say you love me.
But I can't help be see your need to be free.
Your need to rome, your need to live.
I see this and so I want to give.
But you refuse to let me go.
You say I am just scared, I only act to show.
So I say this one last time.
These words that should be a crime.
My dearest heart.
The one that brought me back start.
I Love You, with every breath,
And every beat in my chest. (By Elizabeth Cromer, 3/10/2010)
This poem is talking about losing someone. About the fact that they left her and she didn't even know it was coming. And that she still can't say that he is gone.
7. Alone,
Hoping and praying for life,
Looking for life,
I am born!
But?
Born to die,
In my world all alone,
Hoping and praying for death,
I am dead!
Dead!
But free.(By Eamon J Healy, 10/4/2010)
I feel like this poem is getting the fact that we are dying to live when in the end we live so that we can die. And that whwn we are dead we are free.
8. Shhh...no need to cry
I'm dead, I can't die
It's already too late
My soul is now gone
I'll miss what I never had
I'll miss my never existing dad
I'll miss my tears
I'll miss the loneliness
I'll miss the life filled with misery
The life that only brought me a broken destiny
I'll miss it all...close my coffin door, for I have to go...nice knowing this fucked up world...but I now have to go......BYE!!
This is a cool poem because it written as if the person is dead what they will be saying as they are dead. Like what if you can still think when you dead you can't do everything else would people still be scared of dead?
9. I will try to pay this debt
but debt payment isn't like perfume my sweet
It will not mask the stench of treachery that has become your burden... will it...?
This remorse has gnawed at my conscience for so long
That what heart I ever had...
Has been eaten away
I feel empty
I feel alone
I'm no one
I have nothing
Yet you expect me to be happy- for you
And for your own benefit
But what bout me?
You never cared anyway did you
You never thought I was worth it...
I want to be repentant for what I did
There is no peace
Without repentance
Do you understand?
Do you want to?
Will you ever?
You have too much pride to be contrite
That's the problem
Oh I know my flaws
I know them well
But does this mean I can fix them?
No
It does not
Too late
It is for me
I am too late
To be saved
So ill drown in you hatred
And you love
You life
And wish forever more
I had not been... xo (By Katie murphy)
Once again death is being talked about as the beginning. As if one you die you are a different person or like you can start things all over.
10. Your spirit flows through the room
I feel the bass of your heart
Your eyes seep into my soul
As I sit and weep
Vines sweetly bind my wrists
To the bed we called home
All your love pours through my bones
As I scream out pain
Swirls of passion fill the room
Music flows as wind through air
Pain is not so near at all
As I get intombed by you(By Tara Takemoto)
Can we really still feel someone after they die. Or is that the only way that we can cope with the fact that someone die.
11. People say you get flashbacks when you die,
some say in the clouds your soul will fly.
Some say you couldn't breathe,
I say you will always bleed.
There will be no sunrise,
everyone will pay such a price.
There is only eternal darkness,
the end to all your passions and lust.
You smell sweet decay, endless fall and white roses,
We feel your last breath entering our noses.
There is no turning back,
there is no end of this taste of death.
So sleep, in your only memory,
let this chapter be an end to your story.
There is no happy ending,
they are only for the weakling.
We all loved you, worship you, adored you,
but now we must let death become you.
It is time to let you go,
and drive pain away from your road.
Goodbye, flightless bird
Let no joyful sounds be heard.
It's our time to die,
when we will forever fly
"But now we must let death become you"this is powerful. To say that is saying that you are no longer you. You become like every other die person and just become death.
12. Can you see me watching you
From the shadows of your mind?
Can you hear me sigh my deepest sigh
On the whispering rain?
Can you hear your bell tolling
Ringing out your last refrain?
Your sands have fallen through the waistband,
I am here to take you home.
Close your eyes and sleep my child,
Your candle no longer shines,
The pain you had has all gone now,
Feel my peace engulf your mind,
Place yourself inside your soul
And fly with me on the wind,
For I am here to take you home,
Just reach out and hold my hand.
Misery no longer rules
With arduous exhaustive toil,
It's time to leave the netherworld,
It's time to answer to my call,
I'll take you to another realm
Where peace and beauty reign as one,
Just follow me, my earthly child,
I am here to take you home.
13. This feeling I have ,
Will it ever go away ?
These thoughts I have,
Will they ever go away ?
Will I ever be able to talk about it .
Or will I just keep it to myself ?
Will my heart ever heal,
Or will I just have to deal?
My mind says one day I will be ready,
Ready to live on.
My heart says how,
How can I live on with out you.
My soul says not to cry,
Because your safe and being cared for.
But I still cry .
Why ,why did it have to be you?
You were my world ,my everything.
Why did you have to go?
I miss you so much.
Why did you have to suffer?
Why did they have to take you?
If I could hold you one more time,
Kiss you just one last time,
Just hold your little hand to let you know I'll always be with you.
If only you were here.
If only you knew how much I love and miss you.
You are forever in my heart.
This is talking about the paian one feels after they lose someone. And just really trying to understand what is going on.
14. I am trapped in this eternal slumber,
Falling into blackness so dark, so deep;
My heart is confined and encumbered
As my soul remains in immortal sleep.
Lies shroud my eyes so that I cannot see,
Deception holds my tongue -unable to speak-
Manipulation binds my hands behind me;
I fade into the abyss of the helpless and weak.
God, the pain just continues to linger within;
I don't know how to escape or what I should do.
Love always brings to me the gift of oblivion
And, for me, it has not yet been found to be true.
Endless suffering and torture consume my life
And yet I slip into shadows that numb my soul.
I just stare at the black but gleaming knife:
"Will tearing myself apart make me whole?"
I scream into the night until my lungs bleed dry
But I stand here watching my frail prayers collapse.
My cries are all in vain, falling from the black sky;
I realize that the emotions I feel are only hidden traps.
So I am trapped in this eternal slumber,
Falling into blackness so dark, so deep;
My heart is confined and encumbered
As my soul remains in immortal sleep,
But as I lie here, slowly wasting away,
My heart silently continues hoping.
It whispers only one thing as it prays
As it waits for myself to find awakening:
"Rising from the ashes of our wake, I hold these shadows close around me. Maybe darkness will make the pain fade away and bring comfort to my empty and yearning soul..."
15. Mom I just blew all my thoughts away. And in the end I didn't even mind. The roses are outside and it's snowing, while you all cry over my grave. Mom, I couldn't take it anymore, the dark was calling me.
If you hear a voice Mom, don't you quit trying to listen. Be who you are and forget about me. I'll never loose your picture perfect smile Mom, but I won't miss it either.
On a winter's night a cool breeze blew from you to me and I knew what I had to do. It was obvious that you wanted me gone, you didn't care at all. There was no where to turn Mom, the silence filled my head.
The night's grasp had a hold of me, and he wasn't letting go. Mom I know the true color of crying, all these things I didn't have to know, but learned along the way.
That night I sat at the weeping willow and thought about the wind. It Whipered a sweet melody to me mom, it told me the choice was right.
So I cocked the gun, pulled off my hat and pulled it to my brain. BOOM. All the lost days and nights that flew by me without recollection are now flashing in my eyes.
Mom I'm forever lost, and I learned the deepest hurt. The purple midnight was smooth as I fell to the snow covered ground. At this time all my unspoken words, Mom, where screamed.
Thump, thump..thump...thump.....thump........thump
My last heartbeat struck as it became nothing of importance.
I learned the truth, lies, sadness, pros, cons, problems and situations of life, Mom....
And I know you won't even cry when you read this.
From reading these poems I don't really have a favorite, they all mad me thing and ask what we really think about death. Like do we really feel that once we die we become death. Are we no longer the person we was before we did? Or that fact that we are all scared to die because we can't move or think. But what if we could think but couldn't move woul we still be scared? With out these answers we live life trying to make sure evern moment least to really in some ways killer us faster.
But my favortie lines are "But now we must let death become you, "Life is but a hideous dream, A mask on which the sun beams.Death is our only reality". I just feel like they really show we all think about death. Life we get this dream to have it pulled away from us to die and be there for ever and become nothing.
But as a matter of fact my favorite poem is the rose poem.
"I single rose lying dead in a field
It lies there lifeless nothing it can feel.
Once a thing of beauty but a thing of beauty no more
Causing pain to those close to it somewhat like myself
Now it lies forgotten, lying in that field." I like it becaus people always compares them self to a rose. As if we all these beautiful think that everyone wants and needs. But we are not, so why a rose you not anything esle. It just makes me wonder.
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