Martyrdom
(Dedicated to the Mumbai Terror attack victims and martyrs who laid their lives down with pride!)
I silently mourned in helpless agony
Tears of pain remained
Within realm of my eyes
I did not know where he rest
And the wreath withered in my hand.
I had seen the festooned lanes
When gods on chariots did parade
Irrespective of religion,
A procession of humanity
Observed obeisance, no god was ever paid
Every street looks as if a cemetery
So common death has become
And I dread it unusually less
With such pride the martyr died
Now death is welcomed into our home.
poem by Seema Aarella
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Death of death
Death died death
A tragic death of unusual death
Cemetery moaned, howled and wept alone
Its tears all over the ground
Death! Its sole hunter and soul provider
Graveyard's convulsion of shame
As if death was new
Death was old had to die too
Nothing last forever
There was nothing new
Clouds gathered but never rained
No rain wanted to clean the blood on death
The unusual act of death
Even birds of the feather fights each other
Death died, all were dazed for death of death
poem by Jacques Sprenkie Mateya
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A desire to excel
Imagine there was no country
No borders to protect
No temptation to destroy 'others'
World as a single country
Wonder what to feel proud of!
Imagine there was no religion
No selfish feeling around
No reason to diffuse hate
Humanity as a single religion
Wonder what to die for!
Imagine there was no caste or sect
No superiority or inferiority feelings
No incentive for discrimination
Everyone with a desire to excel
Wonder what can disunite us!
(We extend our deepest condolence to all those who lost their lives in the Mumbai (India) terror attack on 26 November,2008. Our thoughts and prayers go out to all of the victims’ families. Lets stand united and pray together. Lets act towards a peaceful and prosperous world.)
poem by Deependra Kumar Jha
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Born with Pride
Born with pride
When she was born,
She never cried
Born with dreams
Pretty eyes open wide
Born without tears
No lies to seek or hide
Born without fears,
On her beautiful little mind
Born to live
to love to give
To suffer to loose
Everything
Born with pride
Died in vain
Agony and pain
Hurt and shame
The lady had died
Her baby was born
With no pride
And with nothing
On his side
poem by Mitwaly Osman
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Death, Death And Death
I see the death everyday
Death in relations
Death in religion and faith
Death of man in man
Everyday, everywhere, every moment
Death, death and death.
I experience the death around me
Millions and billions of ceremonies
The smoke on maps of mankind
Death in temple and streets
Death in clubs and parties
Death, death and death.
I foresee the death of humanity
Harassment, discrimination and hatred
Death in purity and sacredness
Death in broken mirrors and home
Death in king, death in masses
Death, death and death.
poem by Abhimanyu Kumar.s
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Death’s Too Near
Death, you’re standing rather near!
Don’t you understand the fear
You trigger deep within my soul–?
The terror sprung by such a ghoul
Of dark and hideous hue!
Now you’re rattling on my door!
I’m sure I threw you out before –
Methinks you really need to learn!
So leg it please and ne’er return
To haunt me ‘gain, now shoo!
Gain a sense of social pride, and
Keep your bearing far and wide –
Perform the deed when I am done –
Be free and loose to have your fun
When I’m too frail to turn and run,
But now I’ve living to do!
Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2010
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Death, death, nearing death, death, death nearing death
Death, death, nearing death, death, death nearing death
Death, death, nearing death, death
Death, death, nearing death
Death, death, death
Death, death
Death
Death, death
Death
poem by Mark R Slaughter
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From Bombay To Mumbai!
From Bombay to Mumbai,
Why can't the terrorists leave this land alone? ! !
Fisrt it was a bomb blast some years ago in Bombay;
And many people died in the name of the attack from the terrorists,
But the muse of Bombay in those days was like 'Bomb-Bay'!
Now the name had been changed to Mumbai,
But the terrorists were still not at rest!
So they bombed Mumbai as well;
With many dead bodies recorded after this act,
But is this the best solution for mankind to live peacefully on this earth? !
Why?
Mumbai, bum, mum, am, Imam, bam! !
There is no peace at all in this world;
Yet still we all do have a form of a Religion that we believe in,
But is this act also part of the teachings? !
Then, it is time that we behave well like human beings on this earth;
For we all need to put the world into a better shape with love than hatred.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Death and I
When death comes
I’ll need not love –
Consumed,
No wreath or dove
Could offer me salvation,
Not when I’m no more.
A weathered stone will bear my name –
Identity of once a being
Living out existence in
A world of risk, and never seeing
Sense of why we’re here.
My genes will die away thro’ child –
Hue of eyes and hair, the way of thought,
Will quickly dim with generation –
Bow to future dominance –
Memories of provenance
Resigned to curious few.
When death comes
I’ll need not grace
Below; no grieving face
Will call my resurrection,
Not when I’m at ground –
Death and I so bound.
Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2011
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poem by Mark R Slaughter
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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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Elegy
Too proud to die; broken and blind he died
The darkest way, and did not turn away,
A cold kind man brave in his narrow pride
On that darkest day, Oh, forever may
He lie lightly, at last, on the last, crossed
Hill, under the grass, in love, and there grow
Young among the long flocks, and never lie lost
Or still all the numberless days of his death, though
Above all he longed for his mother's breast
Which was rest and dust, and in the kind ground
The darkest justice of death, blind and unblessed.
Let him find no rest but be fathered and found,
I prayed in the crouching room, by his blind bed,
In the muted house, one minute before
Noon, and night, and light. the rivers of the dead
Veined his poor hand I held, and I saw
Through his unseeing eyes to the roots of the sea.
(An old tormented man three-quarters blind,
I am not too proud to cry that He and he
Will never never go out of my mind.
All his bones crying, and poor in all but pain,
Being innocent, he dreaded that he died
Hating his God, but what he was was plain:
An old kind man brave in his burning pride.
The sticks of the house were his; his books he owned.
Even as a baby he had never cried;
Nor did he now, save to his secret wound.
Out of his eyes I saw the last light glide.
Here among the liught of the lording sky
An old man is with me where I go
Walking in the meadows of his son's eye
On whom a world of ills came down like snow.
He cried as he died, fearing at last the spheres'
Last sound, the world going out without a breath:
Too proud to cry, too frail to check the tears,
And caught between two nights, blindness and death.
O deepest wound of all that he should die
On that darkest day. oh, he could hide
The tears out of his eyes, too proud to cry.
Until I die he will not leave my side.)
poem by Dylan Thomas
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Ashamed To Honour Symbolic Death Crucifixion?
this one polished show claimed to be a Christian
yet when rare gifted he was with two unique poems
powerfully written in embodied bold Holy Spirit
this one swiftly destroyed these unique blessings
claimed people might believe him a religious nut
disciples of Jesus originally fear denounced Christ
in shock terror mortal fear for their threatened lives
followers fearing flogging crucifixion a criminal death
later disciples Holy Spirit lead witnessed their truth
were prepared to die and did for Christ their master
this one thinks martyr's crown in heaven foolishness
of five crowns worn in heaven martyrs crown highest
why of the five crowns is martyrs crown highest?
worn only by Christian martyrs who died in Christ
this one renounces Christ's name as inconvenient
is ashamed to honour symbolic death crucifixion?
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Early Works - They See What They Could Have Done
The calling of death rings in their ears
as the bleeding and dying
plead to forget their fears.
Pleading to forget their private hells and indignations,
they brought with their years of stagnation.
As their lives flicker passed
in life’s, last moment of jest
before their bodies are laid to rest,
they see what they could have done but never tried
and sorrow confronts them in the last moments before they died.
They see what they could have done,
they could have tried to help someone
and in their mind it stayed there
until the last moment when death takes all air.
They find in they are failure to everyone,
thus consequence are mourned by no one.
poem by David Harris
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Without Death, Bloodshed and Suffering
Without death, bloodshed and suffering wars are never won
And only hatred and grief survives when the fighting is done
And war heroes honoured in every war street parade
By war men the memories of war not allowed for to fade
The politicians the praises of the war dead do sing
Their politicizing of war for sake of power not an honourable thing
For God, Flag and Country and National Pride
Far too many good young people in wars have died
one war leads to another war as the wise one did say
And millions for patriotism in wars with their lives do pay
For the sake of war the war men create us against they
And for the love of a flag the young and brave die in wars today
And on Rememberance Day the war men parade up and down
In a show of patriotism through the streets of the town.
poem by Francis Duggan
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Sacred Structure
your eyes do not see
the dark has no scrutiny
it is the prism that does
all the trick for you
you will be deciding
the lives of ninety million more
yet you leave inside the core
there is always this bore
inside the chest of the sore
i wonder how you write
about liberties and their lives
in solitary confinement
you take pride in your refinement
in the future someone writes
about your destruction
of the common, the lowly and
the poor, and you will see
with tears falling from your
eyes: this cannot be! this cannot be!
the damage has been done
your death is not enough
to pay for the devil puff
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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“death”
“ DEATH I SWHEN ALL SEEMS LOST
DEATH IS WHEN YOU HAVE TO SAY GOOD-BYE TO YOUR LOVED ONES
DEATH IS WHEN ALL YOU SEE ARE TEARS
DEATH IS WHEN YOU JUST DON’T CARE ‘
DEATH IS WHEN YOU FEEL LIKE EVERYTHING IS FALLING ON TOP OF YOU
DEATH IS WHEN THAT PERSON IS RE-BORN
DEATH IS GODS WAY OF SAYING YOUR TIME IS UP
DEATH IS GODS WAY OF SAYING I NEED YOU”
poem by Yeslin Salazar
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You ask why these mountains
YOU ask why these mountains delight me no more,
And why lovely Clwyd's attractions are o'er;
Ah! have you not heard, then, the cause of my pain?
The pride of fair Clwyd, the boast of the plain,
We never, no never, shall gaze on again!
What though from her coldness keen anguish I felt,
And vainly, to move her, in agony knelt;
Yet could I restore her, I'd never complain,
Not e'en though she doomed me to endless disdain....
I'd bear any torture to see her again.
I grieved when on others with kindness she gazed,
I mourned when another with pleasure she praised;
But could I recall her to life by my pain,
I'd urge her to favour some happier swain,
And wish no reward but to see her again.
Those beauties that charmed me, from death I would free,
Though sure that those beauties another's should be!
But truth, and affection, and grief are all vain;
The pride of fair Clwyd, the boast of our plain,
We never, ah never! can gaze on again!
poem by Amelia Opie
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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
The March of Death
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poem by Mark R Slaughter
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Eyes of Death
I looked into your eyes
Your Eyes of Death
I killed for those eyes to look into mine
Into my eyes of pain and guilt
I dared to walk into your path
I dared to take your hand into mine
And I dared to tell you my darkest secret
I stared into your Eyes of Death
And I lost my soul to them
When I looked into your Eyes of Death.
To this day, I am still dead
To this day, I can no longer live in the mortal world
To this day, we shall not die of fire, water, or love,
But of our Eyes of Death that rein our souls
I stare into your Eyes of Death and I cringe at the sight
I look into your Eyes of Death and I am no longer alive
I looked into your Eyes of Death
And I died again, before I could run from them
For I cannot stand to be around you to this very day again
I looked into your eyes
Your Eyes…of Death
poem by Jade DragonHeart
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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
Mental Hospital
There was a doctor of death
a maker of pain
all he ever said
was don't play games
I was an innocent man
in a sea of pain
but all I could see
was the broken dreams
of the lost souls
walking the corridor
of hope and pain
High royds hospital
never broke me
but it took twenty years
to shake the pain
of doctor death
Now it's time
for all the lost souls
to be laid to rest
No one ever helped them
deal with their pain
they was just a face
with no name
Find the victims
ease their pain
poem by Dave Alan Walker
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13 Beautiful Souls
13 Beautiful Souls
Haikus dedicated to the victims of the Columbine School Shootings in the exact order they died in
(Rachel Scott)
Great beautiful soul
Taken by the shroud of death
Now she lives in us
(Daniel Rohrbough)
Died a hero’s death
Gave his life to animals
To free all his peers
(Kyle Velasquez)
Gentle and peaceful
Filled with love and affection
He will never share
(Steve Curnow)
A fan of Star Wars
Dreamt of being with the stars
Now he won’t come back
(Cassie Bernall)
The girl who said “yes”
She died by the devil’s hand
A martyr for God
(Isaiah Shoels)
Tortured and ashamed
Those last words of hatred
Burned his restless soul
(Matthew Kechter)
Broken by cold death
That smile once shining with joy
Broken by bullets
(Lauren Townsend)
A life worth living
She died as she always lived
Caring for people
(John Tomlin)
A wonderful son
Very noble and hard working
Death was his reward
(Kelly Fleming)
The shy writer girl
Boundless potential and dreams
Crushed by darkened storms
(Daniel Mauser)
Honored and destined
Through his untimely murder
He woke up others
(Corey DePooter)
Likable and fun
Shining personality
And a heart of gold
(William “Dave” Sanders)
The bravest mentor
Fighting to the very end
An inspiration
poem by Kartik Saraf
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