That the God-man died for his people, and that His death is their life, is an idea which was in some degree foreshadowed by the older mystical sacrifices.
quote by William Robertson Smith
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The way of a man's heart will be foreshadowed by what goodness lies in him - coming from above, and from around; but a way foreshadowed is not a way made.
quote by Donald G. Mitchell
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Degree In Life
There are some people
both old and young.
They’ve done something once
and the next minute they know all about it.
They say they have degrees in this and that.
In the biggest degree of them all
they have all fallen flat.
With the degree of life,
you first have to live it,
before you can get awarded that.
You have to suffer all
the indignations and pains
that there are there,
all the joys and the happiness,
triumphs can share.
You have to look into
the darkest soul
and know what goes on in there.
As for those who say they know it all,
those are the ones who have just stopped wetting the bed.
You’ll never have that degree
until you start living
and stop saying the world loves me.
Some say I’ve taken drugs.
What the hell has that got to do with it.
It only goes to show one thing,
how weak minded you are.
It isn’t a mark on the degree of life.
A degree of life measures
how strong you are in mind
and not how many
hallucinations you’ve had in your head.
14 December 2007
poem by David Harris
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In that cold war
The soldiers who live and died for us
Has an anniversary
As we remember their sacrifices
In that cold war
Their life had not gone to waste
Their dreams are dreams we share
And together in life and death
This day we shall bare
Of that cold war
To give a moment of silence
A time of peace
As we remember our loved ones
Who had dismiss
I thought and deed
In that cold war
Oh my friends,
My soldier friends
You remain the same
Though in life or death
You will stay our hero
The hero who gave his life for us
In that cold war
poem by Chengster Chai
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Yet Another Wound
I had died and gone to heaven,
And then fallen from grace.
Death had changed my life forever.
It sure has several shades,
But none of those we're wont to.
What is death but for its manifestations,
Wailing, contorted face muscles and eerie silences?
Death is but another cut on the bloodied body,
No more painful no more powerful.
Only you don’t live to take another.
Men have feared death since Adam died;
They paralyze at the thought of death.
Does death deserve life as its cost?
Can death wipe out life's best?
Is it not an event equalling birth?
Lightly, welcome the relief from evils it brings.
poem by Saju Abraham
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An Idea
An Idea can change the world, how many
things can be done from an idea, every piece
of object was an idea, sense the beginning of
time idea was the first thought created in the
mind, an idea is what surround’s every being.
But an idea is still only an idea and it can't be
felt, you cannot touch an idea or kiss it, or hold it,
ideas do not bleed or feel pain or love, an idea
cannot be seen or heard, its created in our thoughts,
but then again an idea can become real. An idea
can be what ever you which it to be, an idea can
be destructive, an idea can be brilliant, I've seen
people get killed in the name of ideas, ideas,
we walk around with a little
light bulb blinking in our thoughts, ideas.
poem by Elenushka Toledo
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Mystical Rain
Beautiful lights that glare before me,
Magic delights you allow me to see.
Mystical Rain in the sky up above,
Mystical Rain throwing stardust of love.
A surreal sight as I stand and adore,
Leading the way - so that men reach the shore.
Mystical Rain in the air all around,
Mystical Rain making love without sound.
Marvelous specks of desire in my view,
Lightly you peck at my face like the dew.
Mystical Rain; blue metallic and green.
Mystical Rain; play your tune quite serene.
A show so alive as you dart through the sky,
Helping planes through the mist, where pilots do fly.
Mystical Rain; shine your light in my path.
Mystical Rain warm my heart; make me laugh.
poem by Angel Crabtree
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Why Does People Go?
Life flashes by and before we know it everyone has died no one to go home to, no there because they done said goodbye. It seems unfair to me death takes the best being, and leaves the worst to stay and live there life. Why why though? Maybe because they have a rought life and the people death took were good enough to go home and not be restless anymore longer in this shity life. We as humans don't comprehend why people have to go, we just been thought to let them go and mourn like we have been shown, but what I've heard death is a beautiful, peaceful thing. So why don't we want our loved ones to go?
poem by Angela Ratley
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Why Did Death Take You Away?
This year marked the anniversary of your death.
When you first died I couldn't take a breath.
I can't believe you've been gone so long.
It's sad you died at twenty-nine, you were wronged.
I know death is part of life's grand design.
We mourned your death for oh so long, we still morn to this day, but we're resigned.
Death is part of lives great design.
Many think death is divine or of God's design.
So, even though death took you away.
Our love for you is always here to stay.
I still ask; Why did death take you away?
Maybe the answer to that question will never go away.
*This poem is a tribute to my little sister, Tchinina. She died on May 2,2003 at the age of 29.
poem by Nichole Kaci McKnight
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Died
He died
She died
You died
I died
We all died
Life goes on
(dedicated to the continuity of life in the face of death)
poem by Aparna Chatterjee
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Today... 'Our Passover Lamb
Blood from the lamb was on the lintel spread
and the people waited in fear and dread.
They could all hear the people outside cry
but the Angel of Death just passed them by.
Because a lamb had been slain and had died
and its blood upon the doorpost applied
Death did not visit them that dreadful day
but passed over them and went on its way.
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His life was given and His blood was shed
when He died that awful day in my stead.
The pure unspotted Lamb of God was He.
God saw the blood and then passed over me.
He gave His life to pay sins dreadful price
and offered Himself as a sacrifice.
Crying 'Father forgive' with His last breath
He snatched me from the very jaws of death.
(see also the additional information in the Poet's notes box below)
Death of death
Death died death
A tragic death of unusual death
Cemetery moaned, howled and wept alone
Its tears all over the ground
Death! Its sole hunter and soul provider
Graveyard's convulsion of shame
As if death was new
Death was old had to die too
Nothing last forever
There was nothing new
Clouds gathered but never rained
No rain wanted to clean the blood on death
The unusual act of death
Even birds of the feather fights each other
Death died, all were dazed for death of death
poem by Jacques Sprenkie Mateya
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Life Or Death
what is life without death
what is death without life
people comes from the big blue sky
people fly up high when they die
their familys start to cry
life is cold
to the bold
want to turn in to gold
but life is getting old
death is black
like a black cat
hard to know when death is coming
but death is coming
so live your life to the fullest
and to the goodest
cause soon death will knocking at your door
so you would just be laying in your death bed
with nothing to say
with one thing in your head
is this LIFE or DEATH
poem by Demarcus Walker
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Life and Death, How Ironic
Life, it described my Mother
Life, she was the image
Life, she was healthy
Life, she loved every day
Life, you saw it in her eyes
Life, you heard it in her voice
Life, how ironic it could be
Death, the impossible
Death, too somber a thought for her
Death, she would live a long, long time before it would confront her
Death, sickness maybe, but there is always a cure
Death, not even a thought in the doctor’s mind
Death, it now replaced life
Life and death, my mother passed away with a look of peace on her face
She died knowing that she lived every moment to the fullest.
poem by Janice Karp
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What is Death to you?
Those who see death
know the Horror of its sight
Those who meet death
tend to fall upon mystical places
Those who seek death
hear the wailing of black laughter
Those who beat death
see diffrently how things had just been
What is Death to you?
poem by Sammy S. Quence
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What is Death to you?
Those who see death
know the Horror of its sight
Those who meet death
tend to fall upon mystical places
Those who seek death
hear the wailing of black laughter
Those who beat death
see diffrently how things had just been
What is Death to you?
poem by Sammy S. Quence
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Hypocrisy Nov 11th,2012
If we ever get death-with-dignity; we can then relax,
And not be afraid to face the unknown end-of-life facts,
We are caught in these circumstances whether we like it or not,
In location, time, language, religion and we are all caught.
Because our life spans vary according to each one of us,
But we can't choose death-with-dignity and we can't make a fuss,
But death-with-dignity seems to me to be a good way to go,
Otherwise you go to Switzerland and spend a lot of dough.
This gets more important as you get older and older,
Or sicker and sicker and they still give you the cold shoulder,
A graphic illustration of isolation in our democracy,
And they want nothing to change in their hypocrisy.
poem by James Bredin
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Heroic Sacrifices To Achieve Poems
people adore poets artists from imaginative distances
romanticism myths stereotypes not reality still life realism
reality intrudes no shower shave writing in cold hot rooms
body boiling ripening as fast as sought poetic images
all sacrifices necessity endured by minds hearts souls
laying down life itself in heroic sacrifices to achieve poems
poem by Terence George Craddock
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How I Am For The Freedom God Has Given Me
God wants to remove all your doubts concerning who brings the victory in your life.We fear-sacrifices. But the thing is that we also make what sacrifices. When we are not living in the will of God.
poem by Susan Garelick
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The Last Cry Of The Soul Of A Dying Poet
My heart is wrapped with codes of death;
future foreshadowed by doom and gloom,
i fade away like a lengthening shadow
but thou i die, this i've been graced with will die not,
poetry will die not.
i've lived that life blue around the gills;
to the brim my paths were filled with complete emptiness!
i've searched for myself around the cold bills,
but i found non of me...
except this peice of writing,
this poem 'Waking Smiles'
if it was for a matter of choice
I could have choosen another life,
so as to live and die not;
so as to live and recite poems.
By the roadways i saw my death;
before he comes, take my word and find yourselves,
for once my dear friends get a little bit of me right;
i say thou i die, my joy is fullfilled
my poetry, my delight
poem by Mpho Leteng
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Take up one idea. Make that one idea your life - think of it, dream of it, live on idea. Let the brain, muscles, nerves, every part of your body, be full of that idea, and just leave every other idea alone. This is the way to success.
quote by Swami Vivekananda
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