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Death - Acrostic

Note: Thx Khaldun Atum for showing me the acrostic poem.

Death is part of life
Is an indefinite state
What have you against it
I embrace it
Desire you accept it.

poem by Pierre Pabstel
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A Poem Is Just A Poem

a poem is just a poem and if it is just a poem
it must be just a poem just like another poem

a poem is nothing but just a poem otherwise
it cannot be my poem; it may speak about

anything, or something, or about everything,
but my poem is just a poem just like anybody's

poem, which is just but a poem, like any other
poem, for a poem to be a poem it must just be

a poem: it has nothing to do with my love, and death
my life, or bliss, but as i have told you, once, twice

thrice, eat some rice, and be that wise, a poem is
just a poem, just like your poem. Why do you insist

on asking, what is happening to me? I am not a
poem, for i am but just the composer of the poem,

need i tell you again, that a poem is just a poem?
just like any other poem, which is just a poem

it is just a voice in my head that i have heard
someone comes and speaks and i listen so

this poem is not actually my poem but the poem
of someone else's: theirs not mine, from a mind.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Rejection Of Respect

I do not desire your respect.
Don't you know I'm a freaking reject.
I desire kinds of attention I'd rather not mention.
Shallow and alone.
Look it's another Sherlock Holmes clone.
What a eloquent poem.
Written once upon a time.
When I was looking to rewind.
Trying to define my past as part of me.
Then it crept inside and part of my heart died.
I had break it off.
As if it was an unwanted girlfriend.
She was just another.
Wallowing in pain to the point where you feel so smothered.
Holding on to the edge knowing this might be the end.
Suffocation with sweetest embrace.
A remembrance of not me.
No not like this.
It is something I want you to just forget.
Get it out of your head.
Cheer to death, and her blessings.
It is something I both welcome and dread.
And this morning I think of her yet again.

poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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Revolution

My poem is a
Revolution for the poem.
My poem is to accept.
My poem is to socialised.
My poem is straight
And accept all.
My poem is flexible
And in the mind
of the people.
My poem is to enjoy.
My poem is a sacred code
You are but to aboard.

poem by Gajanan Mishra
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To Sunny Rose

Thank you for your comments.

Sunny...?
Always think of yourself as a work-in-progress.
Once you believe your have become a 'finished product'...
You can not succeed.
You will not!
Accept you are part of this experience,
We embrace and call life.
A piece and part of the 'whole'.

And...
Make a choice to remain vunerable.
Open to explore all possibilities.
Accept critique.
In fact...
Seek it.

A flower is not born ALREADY in full bloom.
Remember that always.

I thank you, again.
And success is a feeling kept inside yourself.
If others discover it,
It came from within to them to be revealed.
Do you 'hear and feel' what I am saying?

Peace/Blessings.

Note:
I received a 'message' from a young poet,
who calls himself Sunny Rose,18 years old...
and living in Chandgarh, India.
So impress was I by his comments.
The sincerity of his delivery.

'Success 'can' and 'will be' yours, Sunny Rose'

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Accept It

Life is hard.
Accept it.

Momentary pleasures
Come and go…
Accept it.

Death evades you
When you need it the most.
Accept it.

Thoughts of death
Come and go…
Accept it.

poem by Aparna Chatterjee
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I Don't Like This Poem

This poem unveils me
Dissecting my whole
Cutting assunder my hopes
I don't like this poem

This poem lays me bare
Exposing my true nakedness
Weaknesses, failings, stumbles
I don't like this poem

This poem writes my story
Taking me where I began
Showing my life's mediocre stages
Gazing at all my actions
I don't like this poem!

Wednesday,22nd April,2009
Huyton, Liverpool, UK

poem by Isaac Maliya
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The World Is a Poem

Scrutinize around you and see poem
See poem in the air
See poem in the sky
See poem in the sea
See poem in plants
See poem in man
See poem from man
See poem in his eyes
See poem in his love
See poem in life
See poem in death…
Now what is a poem?
Poem is nature
Nature is the world
And The world is a poem.

poem by Chinonso Uche
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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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Comment As A Poem

The self-righteous Calvinists
who speak peace to Arminians
would say that we hold to 'doctrinal regeneration.'

'Doctrinal regeneration, ' they say,
is the view that knowledge of a certain doctrine
or set of doctrines is a prerequisite to salvation.

A new self! That is the effect of regeneration -
… created to be like God in true righteousness.
The salvation is a deliverance from the wrath of God,
deliverance from sin and guilt,
deliverance from Satan
and deliverance from death and hell.

But it is not only a deliverance from something -
it is also a deliverance unto something -
unto God, unto fellowship with God,
unto service to God,
and unto enjoyment of eternal life.

The Atum as the heart and tongue of Ptah
who is defined as: The Unknown God,
The Self-begotten God (Umvelinqani/mutangakugara) ,
The God of Gods,
The First Cause,
The Principle of Principles is also
the mind or spirit of Ptah.

Thus Atum is the first manifestation
of the Unknown God.
The God does not regenerate in self.
Therefore, only the universe regenerates in self.
So, God can be alone, separating good from bad
for recreating the Universe.
The Big Bang Theory describes very well...

@ Written by MARIETA MAGLAS in commenting my recent posting 'Street peoples journal'.

poem by Pranab K. Chakraborty
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I choose death

Psycho, at times, and good
i loved it both,

But useless it seems now
when itz of no use,

Still facing life,
When it is showing hell
I wanna live
when it is showing death
i wanna reverse time
when death is so near to me,

Missing chances of life
i have chosen death,

Miss calculation leading to vagueness
Clarity gives way to the death Knell,

-always love you...vl always miss you...

poem by Villager Gulabo
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A Dragon and a Hero

Note: This is a two-part acrostic poem.

Death and destruction descends like a storm -
...creature of legend and mythical form.
Reaping the lives of the women and men -
...flames of the winged one scorching their skin.
Agony, terror and hopelessness reigns -
...children are crying with fear in their veins.
Giant and scaly, with hell colored eyes,
...beast of the ancient rains fire from the skies.
Only the strongest survive the attack -
...dreading the day that the creature comes back.
No man or weapon has challenged the scourge.
...hope that a hero will someday emerge.

Hope brings a hero to vanquish a beast.
Evil had driven its blood thirsty feast.
Ruthless and epic - the battle campaign.
Ode to the hero - the dragon is slain.

poem by Xillus Xavier
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In Memoriam A. H. H.: 82. I wage not any feud with death

I wage not any feud with Death
For changes wrought on form and face;
No lower life that earth's embrace
May breed with him, can fright my faith.
Eternal process moving on,
From state to state the spirit walks;
And these are but the shatter'd stalks,
Or ruin'd chrysalis of one.
Nor blame I Death, because he bare
The use of virtue out of earth:
I know transplanted human worth
Will bloom to profit, otherwhere.

For this alone on Death I wreak
The wrath that garners in my heart;
He put our lives so far apart
We cannot hear each other speak.

poem by Alfred Lord Tennyson
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In Memoriam 82: I Wage Not Any Feud With Death

I wage not any feud with Death
For changes wrought on form and face;
No lower life that earth's embrace
May breed with him, can fright my faith.

Eternal process moving on,
From state to state the spirit walks;
And these are but the shatter'd stalks,
Or ruin'd chrysalis of one.

Nor blame I Death, because he bare
The use of virtue out of earth:
I know transplanted human worth
Will bloom to profit, otherwhere.

For this alone on Death I wreak
The wrath that garners in my heart;
He put our lives so far apart
We cannot hear each other speak.

poem by Alfred Lord Tennyson
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Great Pioneer

Graham Russell)
It happened long ago
When I felt the need
For a life of my own
I dreamt of summer love
And moving high up north
But no one would go
So I walked up the hill and lay there
Imagining the day was near
I know I want to stay there
And be a great pioneer
I made a promise then
That I'd find a place
Where my world won't end
Give me a piece of land
That will be my life
That I will defend
If I work really hard
I will surely survive
I know my virtue is strong
No one could oppose a spirt
So raw to be a part of the state
To be known as a great pioneer
I keep the fires burning
To let you know I'm free
My heart will always be yearning
CHORUS
To be a part of the state
To be a part of the state
To be known as a great pioneer
And if it all should end
ANd I hear the call
From the great unknown
I'll need to go my way
Let me have my day
Let me be alone
I was dreaming here and lay there
Knowing that my time is here
I know I wanna stay there
And be a part of the state
And be a part of the state
And be known as a great pioneer

song performed by by Air Supply
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Let This One Poem Be About Me

Let this one poem be just about me
Let this one poem engulf all my beauty
Let this one poem define my soul
Let this one poem consume me whole
My soul was earth bound
And my heart lay in a place that it would never be found
Let this poem be what entangles my mind
Let this poem be where people will find
They will find that missing link
And this poem it will make them think
They will wonder how this girl came
They will wonder how I avoided fame
I didn’t write these words to please
I wrote these words to tease
My heart it’s the type that beckons for ease
And my taste will not accept the flavor of peas
Let this poem describe me in most simplest of ways
Let this poem show how I get through these days
And I know people will read this and say…
This girl she knew where heart lay…
Let this poem eat me whole
Let me entire heart bleed its luscious love into a broken bowl
My soul wanted only to be free
And this poem only pushed it back into me
I never will lose any part of my soul
Because then this world will swallow my inner being whole
Let this poem be what I hate
Let this poem describe with who I would mate
Let this thoughts become my ways
Let this poem be where I stray
Let this poem show how I lie
Let this poem describe how I will die
Yes I am human I cannot avoid death
Yes I am human I chose not to use meth
These words they dance upon this page
These words they have no age
These verses have lost all meaning
Because I revealed my demeaning
Let this poem describe what I deem right
Let this poem that I will always fight
My age floats through these words
And people will never understand why I want to be heard
Let this poem be only about me
Let this poem be what sets me free
And I know some day people will look at this and say…
This girl, this girl she knew exactly where her heart lay…

poem by Victoria Martinez
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This is a poem....

This isn't a poem of one direction,
This is a poem about perfection.
This isn't a poem about who won the election,
This is a poem about correction.
This isn't a poem of getting it right,
This is a poem of standing up to fight.
This isn't a poem of being lost like a kite,
This is a poem about trying to find the light.
This isn't a poem of running tears,
This is a poem about chasing your fears.
This isn't a poem of love and hate,
This is a poem of destiny and fate.
This isn't a poem of the end,
This is a poem of a heart unable to mend.
This isn't a poem of cruilty and pain,
This is a poem of a thng i need to gain.
This isn't a poem of shame,
This is a poem of fame.
Thsi isn't a poem of the life i let loose,
THIS IS A POEM OF THE TRUTH.

poem by Tammie LilAimo
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This Poem

THIS POEM

This poem
This first poem
This last poem
This poem that invented Poetry
This one and only one poem
This fictional poem
This ideal poem
This perfect poem
This would – be holy poem
This unreal poem
This poem which is not a poem
This poem which is the essence of all poetry
This poem
And that poem
And my poem
And your poem
And all poems
Poem poem poem poem poem
This poem
Mine and yours
This one small poem of so so many
And not such a good poem at all.

poem by Shalom Freedman
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There Is No Poem For Death

THERE IS NO POEM FOR DEATH

There is no poem for Death-
Death has no poem-
Death is the end of life,
Darkness unknown.

poem by Shalom Freedman
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Life Is Not A Poem

LIFE IS NOT A POEM

Life is not a poem
Life is difficult and small
Life is disappointment-
Life is not a poem
And not a song
And not joy in the morning
And blessing in the night-
Life is pain and sorrow and old age and death
Life is no good
When it is not-

Now tell me about your morning poem – also.

poem by Shalom Freedman
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I want to write a poem.

I want to write a poem,
But don't know on what to write that poem.

Should it be like the one Kenn Nesbitt writes,
or should it be like the one that Emily Bronte writes.

Should it be a serious one with no fun,
Or should it be funny with amusement of tonne.

Should it be an Acrostic poem,
Or should it be a Haiku poem.

Should it be on a relationship,
Or should it be on Titanic ship.

Should it be Educating,
Or should it be just on something.

Should it rhyme and take alot of time,
Or should it simply unrhyme.

Should it be long like a Novel and never end,
Or should it be short and quickly end.

THIS THINGS WILL DRIVE ME CRAZY........

poem by Rabia Javed
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