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For some moments in my life
There are no words..
but I'm dying slowly in my silence
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Message for him
My dear,
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I am dying slowly here in my silence.
- with all my love..
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My Plea to You
if you smile i cry
if you are happy i'm grieve
if you be silent i was silent
though in the silence i'll dying slowly
however i do not want you to know about it
i just want you to know everything is fine
till i passed from your side
then all nevermind ever
my plea
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Existence
My words,
My silence
Do not touch you anymore.
With every passing moments,
A pain slowly swallows my mind
And a question gets bigger,
Do I not exist?
As I sink in to my grave,
I do not let you die.
You breathe in my words.
My silence keeps you alive.
poem by Kingshuk Chakraborty
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In Silence
In silence, you can hear
the scratching of a pen across paper.
In silence, you can hear
the rhythmic sound
of your heart beating
telling you you are alive.
In silence, you can hear
the screech of a demon call.
In silence, you can hear
the murmur of a baby
just moments before
they begin to awake.
In silence, you can hear
your memories calling.
In silence, you are transported
back in your life
into days long gone by
under sun-drenched skies.
In silence, you can hear
your voice of loneliness.
In silence, you are there
within the confines
of your inner self
and forever alone in silence.
11 May 2012
poem by David Harris
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No Right Words For the Dying
When my brother
Fifty-seven
Terminal with kidney C
Was dying slowly
All he asked-
'Just be with me.'
To a dying friend
No right words
Can convey
Comfort
For one facing the end
Cannot afford
To hear words...
That may
Distort.
Impossibilities
Erase all trace of Hope
His life is empty
Joy will cease
As his mind
Gropes.
Silence,
Being there -
Is all he really needs.
Death is near,
A Truth
That breeds
The fruit
Of Prayer
And
His Fear
Turns
To Peace.
poem by Cynthia Buhain-Baello
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In the Dying Moments
Ten of thousands assemble ahead
Shouting for their rights on beds
In the dying moments she emerges
Rounding and pounding their lips
In the dying moments she cries
Will her greenage be restored?
So hetrage she carries over head
In her dying moments she smiles
while tears are oozing on her wound
In her dying moments their rights are broken
And her future remains prominent
And so blink she comes with her arms
poem by Paul Mwenelupembe
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I Shall Not React
I shall not react
To your shouting
My silence says
More than your words
It hurts you
You want me to react
And reply to
What you say
You want to
Satisfy your ego
If I reply
You will try to
Shout me down
A false sense of victory
Shall be seize you
You shall become more
Arrogant
I do not want to see
Your arrogance increasing
It shall make your life
Miserable
I want to see you happy
My silence shall
Hurt your ego
More than it hurts my feeling
Slowly you will learn
What you could not achieve
By anger
I achieved by silence
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Dr.Rajen dra Tela, Nirantar
poem by Nirantar Dr.Rajendra Tela
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Am I dying in your Silence?
Silence is a sure killer
For your silence kills
Kills me slowly and softly
Your silence is like a song
Sung silently but killing me at the same time.
I hear a song in the quiet of the room
and in the still of the air
A song of our love
A song of our life
Every word in it
Has so much meaning and pain
I hear you singing that song
So soulfully, but hurting me at the same.
In silence I bear the pain
As Life goes by
The colorful past seems all over
A new day is born
And a new life has begun
Sometimes I crave to just
A hear a few words from you
But you just seem to ignore me
And pretend like I was not there
Like a few drops of water
that quench my thirst
So do I miss a few words from you.
Yes, I miss you
For your silence is killing
And I am waiting
For a few words
To show me a sunny day
Or even a rainbow in the sky.
poem by Debra Masky
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Life
Life is precious
A gem on the sands of shores.
Though often treated as if it matters little.
Life is the beauty of the world.
As a rose, it blooms in season.
Hides in it the souls of all reasons.
Life is the sun it comes and then goes
Each life adds something new
Good or bad is what we make of it.
Life is worth living.
Sometimes worth dying for-
but never in life you throw away.
Each life must be treasured its very natural end.
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poem by Godfrey Morris
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Recognition: Now Your Silence Is Always Part Of Me
Now your silence is always part of me,
where you lie naked on the examination table
before they slice you open after your death
and much too quickly life frolics past
and now I want it so much differently.
Now your silence is always part of me,
with past moments that I cannot avoid,
when a holy man says some words from scripture,
before they slice you open after your death
and totally separated are you and I
where my hand rests on your breast,
now your silence is always part of me,
you that once full of life, carelessly free
could bind your love as a oath to me,
before they slice you open after your death
and I wonder what remains in these moments
where I have to lie down that, which had been between us,
now your silence is always part of me,
before they slice you open after your death.
poem by Gert Strydom
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Beauty of Silence Reminds Me of You
It's silence,
I can let my thoughts free,
I can listen the flow of water, the leaves rustling, the breeze,
I can think of nice moments that we lived, you and me.
Silence is wrapping me,
I'm seeing your footprints in the sand as you go,
Washed away by the sea in its torment,
As the beautiful moments that we had and we have lost.
Silence is beautiful, makes time to stop,
Makes us relive those throbbing moments,
That we shared once,
That we'll never forget.
I adore silence,
Beauty of silence reminds me of you,
I thought of you in my silence,
Did you ever thought of me, my love?
poem by Cristina Teodor
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Dying Words
My words to her
There dying
It was a warning
I made that so clear
But every time
She Ignores them
I don't want to help
But I must
I don't like to see her in pain
So I listen
No matter what its about
I will listen
These dying words
Where a warning
That I didn't want to
But these words
I spoke of
Are dying
I may say them again
But I cant handle seeing her in pain
Why could you just see
That I warned you
You did it again
And now these words
are dying
Just lost in the past
So these are my dying words
I'm not helping you
If you get hurt this time'
You just laughed at the now dying words
I guess now you must learn
There are no happy endings
At least not yet
These are my dying words...
Lost in a memory...
poem by Lizzy Henry
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Weary Hearts
slowly the dream began to fade
heart slowly began to petrify
running times of leave
dusty trail
it has dried buds
never mind
weary hearts
I will continue to move
forget you
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Remind That
o Self - a life lived in tents too good to be left
but remember it is a 'comfortable prison' that can kill you slowly
o Self - will you wait for death in the midst of pleasure?
Pleading and Allah will grant..
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Death Must Be Like Dying
Death Must Be Like Dying
Date: March 30,2012
Death must be like dying
A slow swirl circling the drain
Allowing a final release…
Cutting loose the fire I've savored
The passion I've held tight to my heaving breast
It sure feels like dying, whispers steal my dying breathe
Letting go what I've touched and cherished as my own
I've laid down the promise of twilight
Exhausted from the load
I can't climb from this prison anymore
Or stand to see my soul beaten down again, again
God knows I've tried…tried so hard
To release the beast that burdens me
It clings like cancer to my soul
Heavy…like sacks of sand or wet cement
I tremble beneath the weight
Wondering, wondering…
Who can say the truth of this place
Admit the defeat, lay down the stone
Then rise to fly again…
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Copyright © 2012 Leria Hawkins, All Rights Reserved
poem by Leria Hawkins
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Life
life is unfair
it seems you don't get everything you needed
life is like a battlefield
there's always a war to deal with
in life all i can hear is the sound of people screaming
in life all i can see is tragedies
people dying over there, people dying over here
life is like a novel
it has its beginning and its ending
life is a like a 3D video game
but only play in reality
every moments
every second
every hour
every year
people are dying
life is like a barren field
life is like a broken wing
oh life
why do have to come this way
why do you bring people into this
why there is to many wars
life
poem by Guenael Oristel
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Little words like Sorry
Little words make me cry
Common go ahead and try
Little words tell no lie
Like the simple word when I say goodbye
Little words tend to tease
Little words tend to appease
And when one says the word please
Life and love is given a new lease
Little words like sorry, don’t worry
Blossom slowly in little glories
And the moral of this story
Is that ‘sorry’ is often said in a hurry
Copyright 2009 - Sylvia Chidi
poem by Sylvia Chidi
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Should I stop...?
If there is otherwise
I'm going to forget all
Only to God I return all affairs
When sincerity have become preferred
Nothing is wasted in a life
There has been a series of stories full of meaning
Should I stop walking?
As constrained by the past will slowly harden
When I pick up a dream (which does not belong to you) - then I'll forget it all
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Four Small 'End' Poems
FOUR SMALL ‘END’ POEMS
OH SADNESS
Oh Sadness
At the End of Time
The Life will end,
The Poem won’t Rhyme.
WORDS STILL COME TO ME
Words still come to me
So many years of words,
One day they will not-
Words still come to me.
HOW WILL MY DYING GO?
How will my Dying go?
Will it be slow?
How much Pain will I know?
How will my Dying go?
GOD HAS BEEN SO GOOD TO ME
God has been so good to me;
God will always Be.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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A Chat With My Heart
A Chat With My Heart
Date: January 19,2012
I sat down lonely on the floor
Turned the key
Unlocked the door
I let the passion flood my view
I hoped some light
Would filter through
I asked my heart
To seek what's real
To dig down deep to what it feels
I begged to know the reasons why
It clings like life, to alibies
And while chained to my attention
I had to know if it's pretension
To understand why it defends
And acts so blind, that it pretends
Yet, no matter what I say
A heart should never
Act this way
It's stubborn to my dying breath
I still don't know the answers yet
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poem by Leria Hawkins
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