Waits For None
Death waits for none
We have to go one by one
She or he may be dear one
But death spares no one
Have patience and courage
Some of the deaths may be in early age
That is tragic and hard to manage
Yet we got to forget soon the golden page
Feel strong when you are likely to abode
As if taken on divine horse and rode
One of the rarest occasions to have come across
Even though it may be a gravest loss
Last place is certain to rest
We might have endured all the tests
We may avail peace so far eluded
This is only point we might have conceded
Weep not as it may be an insult
To almighty who cared so much and built
Your life and shaped into precious entity
You were known as one of the best personality
Soon it will be by gone memory
No one should feel sorry
It must be kissed on true face
Eternal peace is on card without any chase
Loved so far and be loved here after
You are close to hart and not so far
You are placed in four walls of heart
That may blip in divine form of an art
I shall smile and kiss on your grave
Look confident and very much brave
Yet that is not solution or victory
I am sad for it and feel very sorry
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Ali, You Are Here
It brought tears to me
I was unable to think free
How sad and tragic incident!
Hell for life and turning point
How come the plane crashes?
Nose dive and to the ground rushes
Bringing life to an end with death
Only providing chance to lay wreath
Oh, dear how to put words?
You have passed through pain and fallen backwards
It is his call and we have to abide
Otherwise how come he might have died!
I feel pain and anguish
It brought your life to end or point to finish
It passed off you mind as flash of light
In deed it might be a brave fight
Ali may not come back
You have to stage a comeback
Ali has put symbol behind
Give all the love and in her you find
She may speak through her eyes
Smile when find her papa flies
All that may invade her memory
Never make her to feel sorry
Wait for those moments to come back
So much is at risk and at stake
You got to bring on rail the carriage
You must feel courage and manage
No young mother may find it easy
Even though she may keep herself busy
All memories may invade at all the times
Leaving behind tale of grief sometimes
I wish almighty to give you courage
Ali may be revived in daughter’s age
She may bring back same scene again
Just to take away your tears and pain
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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I am sad...
I was sad...
I was sad again today
Was there any difficulty on the way?
Did sun did not appear with ray?
It was unusual to feel different way
*Khushi (happiness) was there to feel but not to explain
Sadness was there but not with the pain
Something of that sort but not coming clean
Loss at heart but mind surely feeling win
She was best in her traditional dress
So much shine and happiness on the face
Anybody would find himself in the race
If that turned out to be open chase
Human nature is such and quietly passes through
We may speak nothing but it is quite true
How come you feel for somebody and cry?
Never admit openly and feel very much shy
Life is precious and must be lived on till the end
You got to go near to the people and make them friends
To feel oneness and closeness is to be considered as divine gift
It has remained consistent stand and people see no shift
Many thoughts crossed over mind and disappeared
What may be going on other side? I slightly shivered
She was there for me as assured and reassured
The eyes witnessed flash of light but remained to blur
There is unknown magnetic pull
But vision is clear and mind is full
To take on any eventuality that may follow
Ride over storm and lye low
I took it by surprise and sunk in memory
There was nothing to feel shy or sorry
To feel for somebody can't be termed as an evil
That is divine destiny and remains on card or on anvil
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Death is when....
Death is when my loved ones must depart
Death is a sharp pain in my heart
Death is this feeling of permanent sadness and pain
Death is when my loved ones have gone away
Death is the call to heaven or hell
Death is an eternal mansion or cell
Death is the lesson i need to learn about
Death is a loss, without a doubt
Death is this unhappy feeling i have
Death is pleasant on my behalf
Death is the day i end my life
Death is when i give up the fight
Death is happiness to the world around me
Death started when i gained my life
Death can be helped along with this knife
Death is where i shall go
Death is close, i kno
Death willl come fast
Death is vast
Death is what i see
Death lives inside of me
Death is joy to me
Death has come for me
Death is gonna take me
Death will stop my misery
Death loves my company
Death ends the pain
Death takes me on that train
Death is near
Death is finally here
Soldier, Maiden, and Flower
"Sweetheart, take this," a soldier said,
"And bid me brave good-by;
It may befall we ne'er shall wed,
But love can never die.
Be steadfast in thy troth to me,
And then, whate'er my lot,
'My soul to God, my heart to thee,'--
Sweetheart, forget me not!"
The maiden took the tiny flower
And nursed it with her tears:
Lo! he who left her in that hour
Came not in after years.
Unto a hero's death he rode
'Mid shower of fire and shot;
But in the maiden's heart abode
The flower, forget-me-not.
And when he came not with the rest
From out the years of blood,
Closely unto her widowed breast
She pressed a faded bud;
Oh, there is love and there is pain,
And there is peace, God wot,--
And these dear three do live again
In sweet forget-me-not.
'T is to an unmarked grave to-day
That I should love to go,--
Whether he wore the blue or gray,
What need that we should know?
"He loved a woman," let us say,
And on that sacred spot,
To woman's love, that lives for aye,
We'll strew forget-me-not.
1887.
poem by Eugene Field
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Why Do I Feel Death So Near?
Why do I feel death so near?
Even as I hold my love so dear
I live in a world that’s filled with fear
So do the rest of us as I hear
Why do I feel death so close?
As I live in a state repose
Even when the light shines so gross
There is a shadow moving close
Why do I feel death so nigh?
Even when my heart is so high
With my love in my arms in by and by
A looming death draws by and I sigh
Why do I feel death is imminent?
Even as my love is penultimate
Treating as a constituent
Death do come so relevant
Why do I feel death so bore?
Maybe because it is at my door
poem by Alex Fischer
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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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James Lionel Michael
BE HIS rest the rest he sought:
Calm and deep.
Let no wayward word or thought
Vex his sleep.
Peace—the peace that no man knows—
Now remains
Where the wasted woodwind blows,
Wakes and wanes.
Latter leaves, in Autumn’s breath,
White and sere,
Sanctify the scholar’s death,
Lying here.
Soft surprises of the sun—
Swift, serene—
O’er the mute grave-grasses run,
Cold and green.
Wet and cold the hillwinds moan;
Let them rave!
Love that takes a tender tone
Lights his grave.
He who knew the friendless face
Sorrows shew,
Often sought this quiet place
Years ago.
One, too apt to faint and fail,
Loved to stray
Here where water-shallows wail
Day by day.
Care that lays her heavy hand
On the best,
Bound him with an iron hand;
Let him rest.
Life, that flieth like a tune,
Left his eyes,
As an April afternoon
Leaves the skies.
Peace is best! If life was hard
Peace came next.
Thus the scholar, thus the bard,
Lies unvext.
Safely housed at last from rack—
Far from pain;
Who would wish to have him back?
Back again?
Let the forms he loved so well
Hover near;
Shine of hill and shade of dell,
Year by year.
All the wilful waifs that make
Beauty’s face,
Let them sojourn for his sake
Round this place.
Flying splendours, singing streams,
Lutes and lights,
May they be as happy dreams:
Sounds and sights;
So that Time to Love may say,
“Wherefore weep?
Sweet is sleep at close of day!
Death is sleep.”
poem by Henry Kendall
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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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Love, Grief, Death, Peace and Life Make War
Love, grief, death, peace, and life make war.
Within the grasps of victory, here lies grief.
Striving to keep a soul alive, thriving for life
whispers of sanity fade from the sight of death.
An outstretched limb pleading for a touch of peace
as a memory of happiness fills the heart with love.
Controlling senses fester upon a long lost love,
breathing in deep, it’s the smell of a war.
Muffled cries creep into your soul, pleading for peace.
You lick your blood stained lips, tasting the bitter grief.
piercing voices thunder upon the ground, accepting death
as a memory of loneliness fills their heart with an absence of life.
Tears of blood come forth into a dimension of twisted life.
The air, heavy and hot, hover over you ridding the land of any former love.
A chorus of saints and sinners sing to you, singing the song of death,
”O come ye child, come into my arms and rid yourself of this war.
Gather your mind and venture to the morrow, leaving behind this haunting grief,
for it is not your fault that this world does not know peace.”
You close your eyes, feeling the sensation of eternal peace.
You can not move any aching limb, within an inch of life
you follow the scent of reigning mud, caking itself to the world’s own grief.
Wandering past the forgotten lives to seek the one true love
that carries upon it’s shoulders, a burden of war.
This land can no longer hold itself with peace as all the peace has turned to death.
Forging itself upon your spirit, the lies no longer live, now it is only death
that caresses your body like a mother so tender, illuminating the one and only peace.
Taunting you to go and be afraid no more, taunting and taunting, this is war.
With one last plea, you beg and cry for the voices to take your life
as you know that the searching prisms of hope will find your love
and they will abolish the need of any misery and any grief.
Once more do the saints and sinners sing of your grief
only this time, there is no mourning of war and death.
They’ve come to pour into your heart, a sound so divine. It is love.
”Dear child, dear child, no more shall you weep, we are here, we’re your peace.
Come with us to a land so pure, where love is eternal and death is not near. We will give you life.
With a trust so deep, take our hands and no more, no more, shall this be your burden of war.”
In times of sorrow and fear, lost is the value of love and peace.
All is forgotten while caged by grief and watching the slaughter of life.
You watch your fallen brothers, reaching for help, you hear the despair in all their voices.
You’re the saint and sinner, giving them hope.
You cease your thoughts, you must fight on.
You aim your gun, praying for death. This is war.
poem by Mason Letoto
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The Stricken Hart
The stricken hart had fled the brake,
His courage spent for life's dear sake.
He came to die beside the lake.
The golden trout leaped up to view,
The moorfowl clapped his wings and crew,
The swallow brushed him as she flew.
He looked upon the glorious sun,
His blood dropped slowly on the stone,
He loved the life so nearly won,
And then he died. The ravens found
A carcase couched upon the ground,
They said their god had dealt the wound.
The Eternal Father calmly shook
One page untitled from life's book.
Few words. None ever cared to look.
Yet woe for life thus idly riven.
He blindly loved what God had given,
And love, some say, has conquered Heaven.
poem by Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
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Beyond
It seemeth such a little way to me
Across to that strange country – the Beyond;
And yet, not strange, for it has grown to be
The home of those whom I am so fond,
They make it seem familiar and most dear,
As journeying friends bring distant regions near.
So close it lies, that when my sight is clear
I think I almost see the gleaming strand.
I know I feel those who have gone from here
Come near enough sometimes, to touch my hand.
I often think, but for our veiled eyes,
We should find heaven right round about us lies.
I cannot make it seem a day to dread,
When from this dear earth I shall journey out
To that still dear country of the dead,
And join the lost ones, so long dreamed about.
I love this world, yet shall I love to go
And meet the friends who wait for me, I know.
I never stand above a bier and see
The seal of death set on some well-loved face
But that I think ‘One more to welcome me,
When I shall cross the intervening space
Between this land and that one “over there”;
One more to make the strange Beyond seem fair.’
And so for me there is no sting to death,
And so the grave has lost its victory.
It is but crossing – with a bated breath,
And white, set face – a little strip of sea,
To find the loved ones waiting on the shore,
More beautiful, more precious than before.
poem by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
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Hapiness (when you find that special someone)
Happiness (When you find that special someone)
I did not know happiness until I found you
All I knew was the feelings of being sad and blue
I did not know I could feel such joy, just by simply hearing your voice
Above all you have given me peace and love
Being happy is new to me
It’s something I thought would never be
But again I’ll see your face and feel like a princess
All because you took one more chance above the rest
I feel your touch and I know I am loved
I see your eyes and the warmth enclosed
Then you turn toward me and I see your face with smiles & a radiant glow of happiness
Then I look at you and I wonder what is this? What’s so different?
This must be happiness, in it true form.
poem by Lisa Roberts
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An Epitaph upon Husband and Wife Who died and were buried together
TO these whom death again did wed
This grave 's the second marriage-bed.
For though the hand of Fate could force
'Twixt soul and body a divorce,
It could not sever man and wife,
Because they both lived but one life.
Peace, good reader, do not weep;
Peace, the lovers are asleep.
They, sweet turtles, folded lie
In the last knot that love could tie.
Let them sleep, let them sleep on,
Till the stormy night be gone,
And the eternal morrow dawn;
Then the curtains will be drawn,
And they wake into a light
Whose day shall never die in night.
TELL me not, Sweet, I am unkind,
That from the nunnery
Of thy chaste breast and quiet mind
To war and arms I fly.
True, a new mistress now I chase,
The first foe in the field;
And with a stronger faith embrace
A sword, a horse, a shield.
Yet this inconstancy is such
As thou too shalt adore;
I could not love thee, Dear, so much,
Loved I not Honour more.
poem by Richard Crashaw
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Eulogy
So here lies my hopes and dreams.
Of all the hopes I had could ever be.
Tossed away in a useless heap.
All that's left is to shudder and weep.
I tried so hard, I tried so long.
When and where did it go so despearetley wrong?
No communication preventing unification.
I must pronounce this adventure at an end.
I wonder what will come of us.
Does the bitterness for me turn to hatred ten times plus?
I get so tense,
I get so mad,
but in the end I just feel truly sad.
The love we had,
the trust we shared.
Now I'm cold and weak,
so very scared.
I mourn this loss,
this death of me so close to you.
A eulogy now to rightly fit.
The final piece in this tragic bit.
We loved, we laughed.
From time to time we had a few massive clash.
Overall it was the best.
Always comforting to know you were my best.
I'll always remeber your long dark hair.
The most beautiful smile, your precious stare.
Well good bye my love,
what will I do?
Till the end of time I'll dream of you.
I love you sweet your heart is pure,
I just wish I'd done alright by you.
poem by Michael McParland
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The Peace Activists Grave
The one who loved peace she was buried today
And peace it surrounds her now where she does lay
But a bugler for her the last post did not play
No heroes for peace or it would seem that way.
Though in her honour there never will be a parade
To speak against war she was never afraid
And though patriots did not like what she had to say
For her views such a price she was prepared to pay.
She was a peace activist until her end
And to those who loved peace she was always a friend
Her motto was the one without sin cast the stone
And war was one thing she could never condone.
Though she was one who was quite honourable and brave
No National flag at the peace activists grave
She first saw light of day in nineteen thirty four
And may she now rest in peace forever more.
poem by Francis Duggan
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A Secret To Remember
Forever I'll remember you,
Humble your eyes so quaint so blue,
I will forever sit at my window so very true,
Still many memories I have not drew,
I feel so oddly brave,
Still I feel my chest begin to cave,
Even myself im sorry i can not save,
And forever my future will hold a dirt grave,
This promise is not a trick,
And deaths tears soon I must lick,
My final coffin appearence so very slick,
And a story of my death so epic,
They all will not remember,
My death on that cold December,
And a secret so planed and loved so tender,
Is this note you promise to lend her,
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poem by Ben Sparaco
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It Is Still Too Early To Cry
Life's bleak
There's no other way to flee
from the broken glass fragments
scattered across the floor.
Watching pieces of my face
staring back at me
as my head hung low
looking at those flawed reflections.
Blood dripping on the brick
the now silent culprit
who blew that precious mirror
right in front of my face.
Happened in a flash
nothing I could save
just be glad that my eyes
are spared from the graze.
The blizzards are blowing
the wind won't stop howling,
but it is still too early to fall...
It is still too early to cry.
The old me would feel like quitting
but I have a reason to keep on standing,
because I can see with my very eyes
that the season is still too early...
It is still too early to cry.
Wishing the dark to be eternal
as flesh curled up in a corner
locked in a fetal position
not wanting to wake up again.
But Time waits for no one
and dawn disturbs my slumber
as if my rest has never happened,
the cycle goes on and on.
The blizzards are blowing
the wind won't stop howling,
but it is still too early to fall...
It is still too early to cry.
The old me would feel like quitting
but I have a reason to keep on standing,
because I can see with my very eyes
that the season is still too early...
It is still too early to cry.
(Nature's song rings so eternal:
Life slips into death,
death rises into life.
Seasons come and passes
nothing is ever permanent
change, is inevitable
and those who refuse to die
would never have tasted life.)
The blizzards are blowing
the wind won't stop howling,
but it is still too early to fall...
It is still too early to cry.
The old me would feel like quitting
but I have a reason to keep on standing,
because I can see with my very eyes
that the season is still too early...
It is still too early to cry.
What's broken, is already broken
but it is still too early to cry...
I still have a long way to go.
poem by Wilson Khor Woo Han
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Mystical kiss
I feel it all within your kiss
the love, the passion the imotional mist
kiss me like you have never kissed before
kiss me like you will never stop wanting more
Kiss me let me taste every tooth and tear
kiss me let me imbibe every pain and fear
I will never forget even if I tried
I will never get over it even if I cried
I will love you to death
I will spare my last breath
I will do it all for you
Kiss me now before you regret it tomorrow
Kiss me, let hapiness spread instead of sorrow
Kiss me, I will not close my eyes
I know it feels like a dream in paradise
I will never forget even if I tried
I will never get over it even if I cried
I will love you to death
I will spare my last breath
I will do it all for you
kiss me and enjoy every second we spend
kiss me before this dream comes to an end
kiss me don’t hesitate or think of consequence
kiss me it will be over soon a memory nothing else
Kiss me and magically drive me insane
kiss me before we wake up once again
poem by Ayesha Sartawi
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World Of Love
Under me
The endless sky
I have my peace of mind
I can see
For miles and miles
I hear my heartbeat echo
I feel the colors flowing over me
World of love
It only happens in a world of love
Can you feel it, so divine, Ill make my own
World of love
Everything changes in a world of love
So surreal I believe the way I feel
Do you believe
In destiny
Ooh it will set you free
Everything starts with a kiss
No thought of tomorrow
Right now is just a place for you and me
World of love
It only happens in a world of love
Can you feel it, so divine
Ill make my own
World of love
Everything changes in a world of love
So surreal I believe the way I feel
A trip through wonderland
Will make you understand
All you need harmony ooh
World of love
It only happens in a world of love
Can you feel it so divine Ill make my own
World of love
Everything changes in a world of love
So surreal I believe the way I feel
song performed by by Belinda Carlisle
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Death is....
Death is when your loved ones must depart
Death is a sharp pain to the heart
Death is a feeling of permanent sadness and 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
Copyright © Rebekah Johnson (Age 12)
poem by Rebekah Joh
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