Noosed
A draping rope is attached to my skull,
Inside is the whole realm of a wrong.
It is explanatory, selfish of me to deny,
That the noose is eloquent in talking.
It is a rope or hanging thread, forcing me weak
As torture eloquently states the principle.
My ropes are angry, geese are above
Who are like the springs of heaven.
A man is visiting me with stupor,
Calling me a stupid man who sweats and rains
Down with the water of the body.
My sun quakes in the direction of travel,
My moon is yet to arrive, like philosophy I read
And conversed with my pupils, the very sort.
Next is the death, a pile of ash and a death,
Working towards heaven or hell as the reason
Of a soul, the soul that wants itself.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Rope The Moon
(jess brown/jim denton)
I dont have a lot to show
For these years of hard work
If you look at what I own
Still shes always telling me
To hold on to my dreams
Even when my hope is gone
Some may say that dreamings just for fools
And there are times I thought that might be true
But she thinks I could rope the moon
In her eyes there is nothing I cant do
When I think its out of reach
Shes the reason I still try
She thinks I could rope the moon
When I look at the sky
But cant see through the clouds
She shows me the brightest stars
If I think of coming back
cause Im having my doubts
She tells me Ive come so far
Nothing in this world comes easily
But I cant lose with her right next to me
cause she thinks I could rope the moon
In her eyes there is nothing I cant do
When I think its out of reach
Shes the reason I still try
She thinks I could rope the moon
Oh she thinks I could rope the moon
song performed by by John Michael Montgomery
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O death
Oh, Death, о h Death, oh Death,
Won't you spare me over til another year
But what is this, that I cant see
with ice cold hands taking hold of me
When God is gone and the Devil takes hold,
who will have mercy on your soul
Oh, Death, о h Death, oh Death,
No wealth, no ruin, no silver, no gold
Nothing satisfies me but your soul
Oh, Death,
Well I am Death, none can excel,
I'll open the door to heaven or hell.
Oh, Death, о h Death,
my name is Death and the end ïs here...
poem by Kaitlin Skelding
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Death, My Friend
Death, my friend - so good to see you!
Stand aloft and view my soul!
I have to say you’re looking frightful -
Bony chum, you affable ghoul.
Death, my friend, so charmed I’m sure!
State your case and tell me straight -
Am I worthy of reward, so
Venture I to Heaven’s Gate?
Death, my friend, a new acquaintance!
You're always welcome in my home -
Though the stare from empty sockets
Indicates to Hell we roam!
Death, my friend - my bosom buddy.
My! your finger points at me!
Be you tired of my frivolity?
Aha, I see - Oblivion, we!
Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2009
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poem by Mark R Slaughter
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A battle between soul and death
My body has become a battle field,
Battle, a fierce battle, I cried in pain,
As death comes and fights to pull the soul,
Nothing happens as death has no gain.
I have been a heart and gastric patient,
My body burns with a wound of heart,
And my heart burns with it's own light,
But soul and death wrestle part to part.
A great war took place in my body,
Death violently ordered to the soul to surrender,
But soul is not ready to surrender then war began,
Many souls and deaths saw the war and wonder.
What about my body? I shouted at them,
My body has been burning since long,
Listening this, death laughed and soul hit it,
Soul told me that “death is going to do you wrong”.
You go away otherwise the death harms you,
Soul strongly pushed to the death and saved me,
I forever pray to God to give strength to my soul,
I am very thankful to my soul to protect me like a bee.
poem by INDIA Mazid S Kazi
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The animal soul of man
The animal soul of man
Holy by the blood
The soul that roam outside
Of the body
To be caught up with in dreams
What is wild by the soul?
The animal companion
That roams the wilderness
And the city at night
The sun of the day God
The four corner holding up the sky
O nine levels of hell
O Eighteen Rabbet
Now gone through
The underworld to heaven
Of the ancestors
The blood letting of the genital
The rope of thorns through the tongue
The sun of night journey through hell
Eight Monkeys come into my heart.
poem by David E. Patton
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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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poem by Mark R Slaughter
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Stupid
Honestly, I like the word
Stupid,
I like you calling me
Stupid
In all the stupid things
That you think
I do
Which I think are
Stupid too,
Stupid!
Stupid makes me feel
That I am
Non-stupid
That I am nobody
That I am not
Like you calling me
Stupid
That I am not like you
That I am not
Alone
That I have no reason
To be sad
That confusion is not
A disease
That we all belong to one
Beautiful world
Stupid!
That is enough
Heaven for me.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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To Live Beyond The Edge Of Hope
To live beyond the edge of hope
Is to dangle daily from a rope
In a perpetual dance with death itself
Beyond this world and all its wealth
There is a world of blue and green
But to the dark eye its all unseen
A world of orange, red and yellow too
But from the rope its beyond all view
For from the rope there's shades of grey
And sleepless nights and endless days
And every now and then some light
But just enough to confirm the night
There was a time I dangled from this rope
At the edge of hell and beyond all hope
I lived my life, just hanging there
Crushed and broken, suspended in the air
Then Jesus came and cut me down
He raised me up to wear a crown
A pauper raised to walk with kings
A voicless man but now who sings
Of all the glories of the Lord
Who came with Word and deed and sword
And conquered hell and death and sin
Restoring joy and hope within
Now all the world is bright to me
No matter what my eyes can see
No longer dangling from the rope
I walk with Jesus, I walk with hope
And above the clouds I know its true
The sun shines bright and the sky is blue
And when a shaft of light appears
It warms my heart and quells my fears
Now if your dangling from that rope
And this lie cries out, 'there is no hope'
Cry out to the one who can cut you down
He will raise you up and you will wear a crown!
poem by Frank McEleny
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Final Destination
There is one thought upon which I constantly dwell
With that one thought I get sick and my face turns pale
Upon my life salvation will I win, or or am I destined to fail
So I wonder if I am going to Heaven, or am I going to Hell.
Never upon my back was a sign saying this soul is for sale
No man truly knows of my sorrows, or of my life's tale
So out of confusion and query this question to GOD I must yell
Am I going to Heaven, or am I going to Hell.
One day alone, I know I will walk upon deaths trail
Then I will meet death, and I will pull aside its dark veil
It will only take my soul, as the body is but a shell
So I wonder will I be going to Heaven, or will I be going to Hell.
Randy L. McClave
poem by Randy McClave
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Eternal Truths
In God’s Word you will hear, Eternal Truths, all men should fear,
A fear that comes as you heed, the Truths of God that you read,
Eternal Truths for all us to see, revealed by God to you and me,
A Divinely inspired Revelation, by God to lead men to salvation.
Revealing His Truth, for us to tell, others about Heaven and Hell,
Through the Holy Spirit of Christ, He shows eternal truths of life,
And He, who gave all men breath, speaks to all of eternal death,
God sets right before everyone, death or Eternal Life in His Son.
The fear God puts in me and you, is reverence to see us through,
To Guide us on this temporal earth, to that place of eternal worth,
As God moves upon our heart, with a Love, which will not depart,
And a fear that makes men wise, as His Spirit opens up our eyes.
They just say we have no proof, about God’s Word we call Truth,
And so God’s Truth they deny, embracing instead, the Devil’s lie;
Although you will die my friend, the eternal soul will have no end,
Your body in the ground may rot, but, your eternal soul shall not.
Some may read and simply say, that all men will just die anyway,
With no care at all, when or why, or where they go when they die,
But, every soul at its last breath, will face God and eternal death,
Unless a soul knows Jesus Christ, then he enters into eternal life.
(Copyright ©02/2008)
Angel's Calling
Looks like the angel's calling
It's a lonley, lonely day
St. Joe you must be joking
Don't take my life away
Calling now
The Angel's calling now
Calling now
The Angel's calling now
I hear the harps a-crying
From atop the pearly gates
I know that Satan's trying
To rope my soul away
Calling now
The Angel's calling now
Calling now
The Angel's calling now
Aaaah..........
A hard time today
Just making it up the trail
I don't need to worry
Just give me a chance to sail
You won't get me to heaven
You won't take me so far
You won't get me forever
Cause I'm not gonna fall
Commencing after tour
You world is here no more
NO!!
You won't get me to heaven
You won't take me so far
You won't get me forever
You won't take me at all
There's no one you can phone
You know you're on your own
Well it's so important to you
You scream louder now
You know that it's up to you
You kick and scream louder now
As darkness comes into view
You gotta scream louder now
There's nothing else left to do
Ooooh it's gonna make you melt
Somebody's gonna pray
We never get to choose if we wanna stay
I think there's gotta be many answers now for you
Somebody's gonna cry when they ask about you
I know there's gonna be many answers now for you
Calling now
The Angel's calling now
Calling now
The Angel's calling now
Calling now
The Angel's calling now lord
Calling me now
Calling me now
Calling me now
You gotta take me up
Calling me now
Calling me now
The Angel's calling now
song performed by by Zebra
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Mans Sins
GOD wants all man to make it to Heaven
While man is determined to send himself to Hell
As he will deny the law, that GOD gave us all
Then that road to heaven he will ultimately fail.
He ignores the laws that was set before us
Then he uses excuses why he did or must sin
But he cannot hide, from those deeds inside
As he will then marked before GOD and men.
He will think that he is rightous to one and all
As he will declare to all that his sins were a must
He will forget his sinful way, until judgement day
As his soul will be judged and his body will become dust.
Man thinks that all will forget the evils he has done
But in the end his deeds and acts they will all prevail
And he will be known, from the deeds that he has sewn
GOD gives out heaven, but man's determined to go to Hell.
poem by Randy McClave
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Hang The Lover (Death Of A Lover)
The rope is loose
Swinging from the gallow
Rounded in a noose
Hard lump I swallow
I have done wrong
Step forward, take a bow
I stole her song
Rope around my neck, allow
Forward I stare
Rope tightens
The blame I bear
Heartbeat heightens
Last words spoken
'I love her you see'
Now only a token
Deaf ears, hear my plea
Upon the stool
Fingers pointing
Stands the old fool
Crowd shouting
Stool kicked away
People blur, out of sight
End of rope I sway
Blackness comes, my last goodnight
Girls lament
The women wail
For the boys there sent
For all men that fail
In the ground
No more worries
A sleep I have found
no need to hurry
Even under the ground
Love! not sinning
Peace not found
Soul still spinning
RG/NB
poem by Robert Green
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Serpentine
Dark in the forest the sun dose not shine
Slowly in the night the snake walks
Hark in the sky an angle dose look
Down in my soul the death starts to infest
life has abandoned the garden where we stand
the snake walks no more in the light from heaven
man lives no more in the light as well
death is our calling and we must answer
your soul eternal this body but mud
crumble oh body and relinquish me
the pain is to much the façade is cracking
to the dirt i give my body
to you i give my soul oh lord
forgive me for the serpent has lead me astray
poem by Cody Moore
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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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Same Weapons
The same weapons have been taught
To me and everybody that learns of war;
The ropes of tragedy are cut to the death,
Forcing climbers to admit defeat.
Jostling around the gym, a fool has deserved
Fame for what he did.
The warlike friend is a man of humans,
The gnomes are not armed, yet are fair.
How did the men of fairness achieve alacrity?
A rope has been mounting on the conscience,
One to climb and attribute to God.
poem by Naveed Akram
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In The Well
My father cinched the rope,
a noose around my waist,
and lowered me into
the darkness. I could taste
my fear. It tasted first
of dark, then earth, then rot.
I swung and struck my head
and at that moment got
another then: then blood,
which spiked my mouth with iron.
Hand over hand, my father
dropped me from then to then:
then water. Then wet fur,
which I hugged to my chest.
I shouted. Daddy hauled
the wet rope. I gagged, and pressed
my neighbor's missing dog
against me. I held its death
and rose up to my father.
Then light. Then hands. Then breath.
poem by Andrew Hudgins
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Between This Body And This Soul
my body thirsts for water
my soul thirsts for another
my soul immersed my soul entwined
my body grows my soul static as a thought
i shift from one channel to another
body to soul, soul to body,
the body's nature to sin
the soul's quest to heaven
God is in between.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Death is a divorce
Death is a divorce.
The soul and the body are separated.
The soul escapes; the body decays.
Who is the cause: the soul or the body?
‘It is the body’, accuses the soul,
‘As it went unfit.’ ‘It is the soul’
Reprimands the body, ‘which found me stale.’
Who is the male: the soul or the body?
‘Male is the body’ complains the soul,
‘In whose home I entered as a bride.’
‘Male is the soul’ retorts the body,
‘Who deserted me to seek the other.’
Death is the divorce,
Where both separate.
11.02.2005
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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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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