Artist | |||||||||||||||||
A Page Of Poems.........Concerning Death | |||||||||||||||||
Hello, Welcome.............. On This Page I Have Poems That I have Written Myself....... Its For U To Read And Enjoy .......... I Need Feedback on It...So If U Have The Time Please Email Me <><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><> | |||||||||||||||||
The Last Of Goodbyes | |||||||||||||||||
On Mournful Days The Hum Of Absent Emotions And Woe Become A Tune , Sung, On The Other Side Of Nature In A Moment In Time Unnatural Disturbances Arise Lingering In A Dance That Seemed Parallel To Essential Sanity One Would Query All Elements in Life And In Death Only To Mock The Truth Illuminating In Death , A True Quality Of Being A Wistful Yearning For The Past , Tainted With Wishful Thinking An Eternity Of Pondering , Will Forever Be Present Internal Grievance One Would Recieve What Shall Become Of Morning? What Shall Become Of Evening? As A part Of Life , The Kind Heart Weeves An Understanding Of Granting Relief.......With The Certainty Of Time, In Quiet Places , Reason Is Plentiful , And With Reason One Should Grieve Goodbye........... | |||||||||||||||||
Before The Age Of Passing | |||||||||||||||||
A Lingering Rose Pedal Holds On To Its Stem The Wind Beckons It To Fall Twards The Earth It Would Obey Natures Path Of A Simple End Losing Vitality And Die In An Orderly Arrangement An Overall Design Of Mother Nature Fate , One Would Whisper TO Shine Sense In Death An Understanding Would Distill Fear When Death Stands On The Other Side Of The Door Life Then Casts A Long Strain And Leaves A Mark From Corner To Corner , On The Mind, Body , And Soul With Every Step , A Haunting Shadow , A Neverending Empty Color Of Black..A Still Reminder Of The Grim Reaper On Some Days He Walks With U .His Enduring Quality He Leaves With U.........An Endless Hole ..In The Depths Of Youre Soul As Innocent As Things Are , You Cant Escape The Constant Piercings OF Life. The Sun, The Silent Whispers Of Mocking Tunes. The Good And The Bad. The Tunes Of The Living What Fairness Can One Find When The Course Of Life Itself Decieves You? To Grasp The Meaning Of All Order , The Manner Of Living And Dying One Must Understand Ones Existance In The Crossroads Of Meaning Pulses With Vigor ...When Truth Is Realized Before The Age Of Passing. | |||||||||||||||||
|
This page has been visited times. |