Bare Hands
Never volunteer
Or go near
Worship or pray for mercy
As he will show no pity
For right or wrong
He will have same song
Pull you away to far land
Where you will be only soul as friend
As we talk about death
Many may stop their breathe
As it is not only fearsome
But to many shocking and troublesome
God was wise enough to make it mandatory
Otherwise it would have been bribed and made obligatory
No one would have preferred early journey
Even if it was decided by almighty
You are aware that now kidney transplant is possible
Now lever plantation is also made easy from impossible
Now somebody may invent to replace complete heart box
So as the time passes, no one may fear then from death hoax
Every part will be prized high and replaced
Poor people may be searched and chased
They will volunteer and donate legally
Life may then become easy and like luxury
Thank god that death and destruction are the formidable weapon
In the hands of powerful almighty and used not as coupon
Still life has been considered as precious and priceless
We are still afraid of it but allow it to appear less
Even though life and death is not in our hands
We can make it as loving entity as that of friends
Let it come at its destined time
Why to worry it in advance sometimes?
As legend story speaks very clear
We should live on without any fear
Who ever has taken birth in this land?
He has to leave it with bare hands
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Stop gap
Death is defined as just rest place and stop gap
Journey to heavenly abode and considered right step
Birth in next world, if that is desired, dependent on His will
Happy ending if one is contended and rightly feels
It is not preferred by anybody but till it comes
No one is happy about it and doesn’t welcome
New birth is celebrated with joy and fun fare
No one tries to knows how it comes and from where?
If death really would not have been the fear factor?
People would have interfered in all the sectors
Leaving of this world makes them real little scary
Otherwise they would have been left with no worry
They could have defied temporal’s authority
Simply not have bowed head before almighty
Life would have been made tough and living hell
Things could have been made dreary and not well
Death is welcome step and good gesture
Everybody is having final day decided for future
Not a second can be shifted from here and there
You got to feel comfortable, very safe and stay here
Why He doesn’t interfere in day today’s routine?
Why do we console ourselves even after not doing fine?
It is our inner strength that holds us together
Death or no death we simply don’t bother
We must accept it as immortal factor
We come here in life to play as actor
No one cares or try to know what the life is all about?
Is it punishment to suffer in life or opt out?
Life is precious gift to human being
He can be either very poor or king
He may lead it with fun fare and joy
Though life may be simply decoy
Life should not considered as burden
We can make it beautiful like heaven
It has its own charm and purpose
We must mean it and not to suppose
Life is to be enjoyed with full length
It is not weakness but real strength
What one needs to know is its mission?
Leave the life decently with good liaison
You may not have chance to revisit place
No one can grant you permission to replace
It has to be spent with grace and happiness
Pray the almighty for His mercy and kindness
We must bow our head with gratitude
We should have generous and nice attitude
Life and dearth is synonymous thing
It is part of cycle and that speaks something
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Life is but a lesson...
At birth I was ripped from my warm safe place,
Yet now I fear death so I flee it with haste.
As a babe in my youth I yearned for more years,
But as time's passed me by it's age I now fear...
Into this world I was born and life gave me breath,
Now each path that I choose always leads to my death.
For both death and life are old inseperable friends,
My life's but a lesson just a means to an end...
If I live life to the fullest will time pass me by?
If I start asking questions will I ever know why?
Wisdom is gibberish and gibberish is clear,
What I most wanted once is now what I most fear...
When I want most to live will it be time to die?
I dont want life to end! Will that be my last cry?
I think death must be life and to leave is to stay,
So I pray hell is heaven when my life slips away...
Spread the love... The peace will follow...
poem by Cosmic Dreamer
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Can we cheat death
Can we cheat death?
Think of immortality granted to human being
And immense powers to act like king
The lovely world may soon witness many tyrants
Where may live only powerful and giants
This is the only weapon god has kept in armory
That makes person all the time concerned and weary
If each part is allowed to be replaced in open market
They would never allow any one to die or let
There would have been no churches or temples
Nobody could have been seen with any kind of struggle
Surely human being is not to be trusted animal anytime
As it has been proved beyond doubt with certain crimes
Things are different and not taken that lightly
Human mind is such that may not allow leading happily
It is irony of fact and must be taken on front value
We are not contended with what ever is with us by virtue
Everybody is scared of death
Only while laying the wreath
It occurs to their mind of nothingness
Some kind of gloom descends and creates aloofness
Can the death be cheated any time?
This had puzzled me occasionally on several times
When person thinks of delivering good all the times
Yes death becomes useless tool in present time
"Death is just a stop for life and it starts again"
Not at the same place but somewhere else again
No one knows what will the form of another entity?
Surely it may be the prerogative of powerful almighty
Death may frighten but not defeat us at all
If that has been taken as divinity call
Fold the hands in open and just pray
That may vapor sometimes to give way
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Death - The Gift of Life
There’s nothing certain but death
Nor beyond nor before
We are born and live to die
Death the only gift of life
We fret; make noise, shout and cry
We skid from hills to valley and back
Get torn among home, work and friends
There’s nothing certain but death
Death the only gift of life
We fight, we scream, we spurn
We step on each others’ toe
All to achieve and amass
There’s nothing certain but death
Death the only gift of life
Walk we straight with pride
Look we people in the eye
Seldom do we stop and stoop
There’s nothing certain but death
Death the only gift of life
We make friends, yet sly
Break hearts and water eyes
Too proud to bend or mend
There’s nothing certain but death
Death the only gift of life
Each death promise another
Our last breath gives forth life
To another birth to die again
There’s nothing certain but death
Death the only gift of life
Never can we live past in life
In death we reach the very start
From grains we come, to grains we go
There’s nothing certain but death
Death the only gift of life
poem by Thomas PJ New Delhi
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O' Death
O' Death, why have you taken everything I loved,
O' Death, why do you keep taking my friends.
O' Death, why do you always stand at my side,
O' Death, why don't you release me when angels are calling me to heaven,
O' Death, why do you always leave me behind.
O' Death, can't you take me away from this accursed place,
O' Death, you don't hold any fear for me,
O' Death, you have seemed to be stalking me all life,
O' Death, I have grown so old yet you still spare me,
O' Death, can't you take me to the land of eternal peace.
poem by Christopher Tye
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It's Death Again
It's Death again - He's always there -
Watching, waiting - e'er the stare!
Every time I look behind
Or reach to pull the window blind,
I catch a glimpse of grubby hood -
A little clue to where he stood;
The glint of light that caught the scythe.
Perhaps if I could pay a tithe…
But O! no use, he'll never go.
The adamant phantom; don't you know
He will but wait until it's time
For me to hear His fateful chime? -
The toll that claims my destiny,
To Hail: 'You're next, it has to be…'
Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2009
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Death, My Dear Old Friend
Can you tell me
what it feels like,
to be afraid of death?
I do not know
what it's like
to fear death.
Death,
I am not scared.
Why should I be?
I am nothing
If I die
Nothing would change
NO tears would be shed
No one would care
No one would notice
So why should I fear death?
Others don't value my life
And I certainly don't
People think I'm happy!
They believe this mask I wear!
They believe all my bullsh*t!
I have no fear
Death is my friend!
And I welcome him with open arms!
So can you tell me
What is fear?
What is death?
Why should I fear death?
Why should I care?
Am I even important?
poem by David Zhukov
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Volunteer To Be Happy
Sad things happen. Of this there's no doubt.
But that's not what this thought's all about.
When something goes wrong, most volunteer
To fall down and stop or stand up and cheer.
It's easy to fall when goblins are grand,
But there's something I don't understand.
And that's why some volunteer to be sad
For what could have been, since all is so bad.
Suns keep rising and there're always more springs,
So volunteer to be happy for these wondrous things.
Take off those shades and try a new style.
It's hard to feel bad when sporting a smile.
Why volunteer sadness when costs are so high?
It's like choosing death before having to die.
I guess only the lonely really know why.
poem by Gregory Huyette
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Dance with Death
Consecrated cold earth
There is no dignity
Sworn to die from birth
Here to lie for eternity
So is there glory in death
Never again to feel warm
Or see the light of day
Is death the prize for life
I’ve got the stench of death
On my hands
I just buried a friend
Dance with Death
I saved his life
To put him in the ground
Such a high price
Can’t break the chains, I’m bound
I have a fire inside me
Feels like I’m from hell
What else could it be
Death has me in its spell
I have to say good bye
It would be much better
But I keep seeing his eyes
I know I’ll see them forever
I’ve gotta let him go
I need to end the pain
But I don’t know how
Seems I’m caught in this game
I have the stench of death
On my hands
I just buried a friend
Dance with Death
I’m in that dance
The waltz of endings
The horrid trance
Of new beginnings
I’ve got a dance with death
Swing to his song
Take your last breath
It won’t be long
You’ve gotta move to the beat
Dance with death
Play his song for me
Dance with death
poem by Haley Revell
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A birth and death
Several deaths in single birth and death cycle
all religious books speak the same including Bible
who can deny the existence death probability
that has been made permanently the continuity
Human beings are always guided by emotions
they emerge in the form of innumerable questions
it may strike as everything is at stake for the future
life is uncertain and nothing can be taken for sure
This leads to imagination as how the life would shape
life would move on smoothly or prove as trap
at every stage it may appear as if the end of journey
you may feel very poor even after having enough of money
No one may comfortably say that he is not afraid of death
he may not be in position to proclaim he is weary of wealth
he too may say falsely that he can withstand any type of wrath
he can do all with the simple reason that he does not believe in faith
It has been clearly laid down that death is complete surety
it has to be faced by child, poor, rich or even mighty
it is of no use to loose the ground at every stage
it may be countered if life at every page
Birth is reality and we have been ushered in new world
the life may be shaped by others who will continue to hold
all cards and bring us up in the realistic atmosphere
even though it is full of challenge, agony, pain and fear
it is realized and understood that life can't be brought to an end
we have to adjust to the scenario with little or some amends
how could one thing of bringing it to stage of collapse?
even if he has to face so much hardship and remain tense
It is not bead of roses that you may be heavenly gifted
it is sheer your efforts that may help the standard to be lifted
not all may be lucky to survive the onslaught of fate
some may get the fortune early of life or very late
It is futile to think of death at every moment
you should not fall prey to defeatist tendency or movement
when we know that life is destined for something new
you have to make concerted efforts and renew
One one birth and one death in complete life span
no second thought or idea must work as plan
it will be cowards death every time
this is drawback and will be considered as biggest crime
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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I Do Not Belong
Slave to the mind
It’s hard to find
The place that I belong....
Slave to the soul
I have played my role
To find where I belong
I do not belong here
I have done payed my fare
Why can’t I leave death?
I try until my last breath
You hold me here, hoping I’ll break
The happiness I hold is oh, so fake
I’m lost truly forgotten
In this world so begotten
I think now...why Death? Why hold me here?
And he answers.....Because of your fear
(Death) If I let you out you’ll get scared
(Death) Down here you have done fared
(Death) Very well I think isn’t depression joy?
I think not for a 14 year old boy...
I will leave Death, just you wait
(Death) I had you born on that fatal date!
(Death) Friday the Thirteenth I had you born
(Death) To have you walk this land as scorned
(Death) This is why I had you made
(Death) Depression is just a black parade
You had me made to live life of hate?
With this I will retaliate
I will fight against you, Death with all my might
To get past my petty fright
I’m afraid of life you know this Death
So you dragged me here into this depth
For the better of me? To help me be safe?
Ha! Your lies are beginning to chafe
(Death) But it’s true young child I only wished to help
Silence Death! Your voice is that of a young whelp!
I shall listen no longer I’m making my escape!
And leave to to this horrible fate
(Death) You think you can leave? Just like that?
(Death) I honor your courage with a tip of my hate
(Death) But you cannot escape here....It’s in your mind
In my mind you say? So devine!
I am in control of my mind
(Death) No, your not your just a fool
A fool who is stronger than you!
(Death) Stronger than Death? I think not
(Death) And now I will leave you here to rot
I’m over my fear and I will leave here
I’m leaving now Good Bye my dear
(Death) what’s this? Your truly leaving? But depression is your life!
I shall leave this world with a thrust of my knife
(Death) The world you say? Would you really?
I would do so absent-mindedly...
(Death) But we are here in your own mind
(Death) Would you kill yourself? I can’t really find
(Death) any doubt in your words...so ill leave just fine......
I have conquered you Death you said you were stronger!
....The lesson learned is I couldn’t be wronger
Death was warning me of the hates of this world
Makes everyone I know need to hurl
A lost love, a lost hope, a lost dream
Life isn’t as easy as it once seemed
That wasn’t Death I know this now
It was my own depression and it took its bow
It did a number on me I won’t recover
Not until a find another
Person just like me so we can talk
Maybe just take a little walk
And speak of our problems so we may be
Happy just like the world may seem
I have not found where I belong
But I am content with my little song
Made me feel better knowing the truths
Knowing my mind is aged well over my youth
With this my farewell I leave you here
Hoping that you know I hold all my friends dear
Written by Lucas Howes AKA Iruuka Blackheart
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Death, Inevitable Death
Death, inevitable Death.
So now You come to show Your world,
Hence the blackened cloak – unfurled.
And peering down upon my form
– Bereft of pity – Your eyes of storm.
Death, inexorable Death.
‘When? ’ The only question out of Thee.
My dream retorts 'But ne’er for me! ’
But now awake, I bid you so –
My giving tears cry ‘Where to go? ’
Death, adamant Death.
You cast Your spell and guide me 'way,
For life and I have had our day.
And what of me? I prey You, tell!
Be glorious in Heaven or gnarled in Hell?
Death, ineluctable Death.
Oh wiry ghoul, I'm here to follow –
I leave my body grey and shallow.
‘Come! ’ You bid in thund’ring tones,
‘Beg farewell to shattered bones.’
Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2009
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Prayer
Pardon me for being sinner,
Conscious awake from inner,
Not miss you with lunch or dinner,
Never consider looser or winner,
Sailing a boat with fear to capsize,
Express faith and energy organize,
Not a worry for life and death,
Always with your sacred name and oath,
Lead me to success and glory,
Bow head down with no worry,
No more sin to feel guilty and sorry,
Father like you and mother like Mary,
Want to lead life and live very simple,
Waste not life and time very ample,
Message of peace and love to people,
Woke up to an idea late in life,
Still not lost and now it is rife,
So to say O, Lord, be on my side,
Afford me a chance with area so wide,
Whole my life work and ideals,
Have your bless and look always real,
If I succeed to make wound heal,
Offer to hungry hard earned meal,
Give me courage to serve the poor,
Open passage with no lock on door,
If I can solve woes they narrate,
Offer of be longings, property to donate,
Landed I cloth less with beautiful smile,
Happiness all over for brief and while,
So nothing on hand when ready depart,
Strong attachment with no feeling apart,
I wish to be humble with life so noble,
Pray with both hands to work and able,
Grace with occasion and feel capable,
Path not easy as to walk on marble,
I want no heaven but service to land,
Help to needy with bare tow hands,
No pomp and show with playing of band,
Forehead to be rubbed with holy sand,
Sea may wash shore with her waves,
Lion may roar with fear in caves,
I may surrender with holy words,
Prayer at heart with praise for lords
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Death is... A Compilation of Death Poetry
(10/05/2000)
Death is when your loved ones must depart
Death is a sharp pain to the heart
Death is a feeling of permanent sadness & pain
Death is when your loved ones have forever gone away
Death is a call to heaven or hell
Death is an eternal mansion or cell
Death is a lesson to learn about
Death is a loss, without a doubt
Death is an unhappy feeling to have
Death is unpleasant on anyone's behalf
Death is something we all will go through
Death is a storm waiting to brew
Death is a lingering crow always overhead
Death is a soul, done being fed
Death is cruel,
Death is unfair,
Why death?
Does death care?
Death is unkind,
Death breaks hearts,
Why death?
Do you like to part?
Death is here,
Death is there,
Why death?
Why be everywhere?
Death is the end,
Death is to die,
Why death?
To make people cry?
Death was created,
Death is still here,
Why death?
We live in fear,
Death is death,
Death is dead,
Why death?
Because death said.
Death is forever, so don’t flirt with death
Death is painful, so stay away from knifes
Death is not for lovers, so don’t die
Death is not for me, so don’t even try
Death is never clear, so be careful
Death is never fun, so stay away from strangers
Death is never pleasing, so don’t get caught up in the hype
Death is never fair, so get use to it
Death is always occurring, so don’t forget it
Death is never what u expect, so expect the unexpected
Death is not for you, so please don’t give up
Death is forever, so don’t forget that
poem by Shenise Ashmeade
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A Fresh Endeavour
So now I've taken leave of life,
I thought you'd like to know, I still
Possess a mind in love, oh wife;
A soulful eye to catch a show of
Silent beauty – ever yours;
An ear to pick the metaphors
Of tonal dance in words you say,
Grasp a thought in verse you pray
Inside your head, bemused of mind,
Softly mournful, intertwined with
Understanding tears.
I'll drift a whisper o'er to you
To tell that I am quietly calm;
Keeping time till your adieu
To flesh, upon the carol of a
Psalm of consummation. Now!
A fresh endeavour – we're forever
One together, resting yonder,
Cross our open plane of blue.
Copyright Mark R Slaughter 2009
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Dance, quoth Death
Come, dance with me,
Quoth Death,
I will teach thee
This
Will be Easy.
I made him
A cuppa. I
Broke bread for him,
Buttered it, and proffered:
No one should dance hungry.
Come, this is a Waltz,
Quoth Death,
One-two-three, One-two-three, One…
It will be slow
And becoming.
I made him
New shoes. I
Knitted him the socks,
Warm and well-fitting,
No one should dance barefoot.
And this,
Is Quickstep, quoth Death,
Just jump in the pattern I show,
This will be
Easy, ye know.
I made him
Mittens. I used
A herring-bone pattern of green
Wool and gold,
No one should dance
With hands that cold.
Come, dance with me,
Quoth Death.
All your life away,
This will be
Easy, when I
Will teach thee,
Quoth Death.
poem by Lauma Lapa
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Last Wish
It would be considered a stage show performance
If I am told to express my last wishes at once
“What will be your life time end mission”?
I will be very much glad to add frank guilt admission
Great personalities and sages sometimes do without fear
They are aware of lapses and already admitted it with tears
This has made their soul very pure for presentation in public
This is strongest gesture if any one can make its start as basic
As an ordinary man what can I think best use of body?
Whether to donate it to medical institution to study?
Or to donate main organs for transplant in needy persons
Whatever may be the case but purely it will be with humble reasons
It is nice to think if human body if that can come to use of something
It will be just useless if buried under or consigned to flames for nothing
If some of the people get eye sight or kidney transplantation
That may tie my useless body with human being in question
I don’t what I had experienced and seen when was alive
But next person may be eager to see with his own vision and live
Possibly he may turn crime person and indulge in bad acts
Well it will not be worth point here to discuss and react
But I shall think of my dead body to be utilized
I shall deem it fit to think and obliged
Many people might be just unblessed
If they have it in case properly traced
If my body can be burnt and made into ashes
That ash could be taken and merged with large land pieces
Soiled with farm houses and seeds harvested
I think this will be best option and fully invested
The whole theme behind this is maximum utilization
Life during action and after its cessation
What can be best use of body granted by almighty?
When it is likely to merged in soil with all its divinity
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Death without purpose
death for me I must embrace,
death for me, is a OK place,
For death waits for me with open arms,
For I have dealt death,
Death is now being dealt to me,
For I thought I had a Angel,
A savior,
The person who pick me up and gave me purpose,
A love I had thought I never imagined,
Now this is gone if you could only imagine,
You had my soul, now my soul is gone,
Who am I with out you? With out my soul?
With out you making me hole,
Now death is awaiting me with a smile,
No purpose, no love, no soul,
Life and death, death and life,
they stand side by side in the end,
For now death hands me its hand,
I don’t know who I am,
So death once again offers its hand,
Such a easy offer right at hand,
For its a easy answer,
For all I feel, death does seem the sure deal,
Sorrow, pain, heart ache, purposeless, loveless,
Hate for ones self, for all the things I have done,
This sure seems the answer,
Death looks at me with a glean in his eye,
He knows I am tempted to take the easy way out,
Is that such a terrible thing to have offered?
Do be tempted to take?
What else is there now left for me to take?
What else do I have to be taken now?
If this is the choice I make,
Don’t mourn for me for its to late,
Don t show me sympathy I have to shake,
Just let me go,
I choose this, not you, not your blame
Take my soul,
It is your, once always, and forever,
When the going gets rough,
Remember what I stood for,
For I can not stand for myself,
I can not take the this feeling I have inside,
I'm lost with out you by my side.
Will I be judged for the things I have done?
The sins I have committed?
Well in the end it really doesn't matter, now does it?
Now death is waiting patiently by my side,
Now as I lye here awake with a gentle shake,
I know what it is to have death on my side,
So now I say goodbye,
Death is taking me for a ride,
poem by John Pollock
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Truth Of Life!
Oh! The great death, the grand gift of life
Knows not the young or old, rich or poor
Visits all, acts as double edged knife
Can take the body, soul never!
None desires death, but that death spares none
For the good or bad, read or unread
Death brings pain and grief, sure gives not fun
None on earth wants death, that comes unsaid!
Man with wealth ever in fear of death
Men sans wealth with love for kith and kin
All in constant fear and worry
Over death none has control any!
Truth of life is certainty of death
Do thy duty, face death bold on earth!
poem by Subbaraman N V
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Disingenuousness
Here lies another box for nature,
Carbon ready;
Black to eyes down here,
Where death is at its job.
Up there you’ll hear a rhythmic sob
Or two from living yet-to-dies –
A humming lacrimoso –
It all but cleans the eyes:
Forget it –
The dismal show of grief –
Life is only chemistry –
Our stay is only brief.
It’s we who hype it up!
Diaphragms jerk again;
The jet monotone of hearses
Feeds the disingenuousness
Of undertakers –
They seem to stare at something up ahead –
For them, it’s in the blood,
To taxi off the dead.
Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2011
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Death death death death death death death death death death death
poem by Mark R Slaughter
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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