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Death

This a poem for all the loved ones I have lost.

Death is as quick as a cheetah in the desert
Death is as peaceful as a bunch of hippies.

Death is a natural cause and cant be prevented
Death comes by suprise like a hurricane.

Death is a supernatural and can be caused by anything
Death can be as swift as a burst of wind
Or death can be long and painful like a tornado.

Death will happen dont try to prevent it.
 
Savannah SmithStinson

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Kiss Of Death

Last smell, last glimpse of his face and the last touch of his soft gentle lips pressed against mine under the stars gazing above us from the deep dark sky that was the last thing I held in my head as the fire got closer to me I was trapped in the corner death was blazing right in front of me and nothing could be done to stop it in its path of death it held no mercy at all. Last smell, last glimpse last touch of his soft gentle lips pressed against mine under the stars gazing above us from the deep dark sky that was the last thing I held in my head as I burned to my death nothing is more powerful than death apart from the true passion love.
 
jess barnely

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The Gift

Death has come, he wades over me like a sail casting over water, slowly my heart beat comes to a cautious tune, my slumber is deep, too deep to atone. As death hovers over my soul in a chilled cell of a room, it reaches out examines my soul, drifting from side to side, I feel its presence behind my closed eyes. The room now frozen with empty life my soul reaches to breathe let go it says to death its not my time with a mere whimper. Death cannot control its toll, it wafted away form me in my sleep, my soul has returned, my heart resumes true with pain. The pain that reminds me he will come again. The room now silent my eyes left open, tears frozen in time, a voice of light in my mind. Live it says not your time I will be there, now he is here and I live. Now I stand hovering over your soul smiling side to side, I am ready for you are you ready for me, I feel nothing, no more pain because here I am again.
 
Jose Aguilar

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Death And Birth

Death leads to birth rather than birth, to death.
Birth is close to death and not vice versa.
Every birth is at the result of a death.
Death to birth, not birth to death, is the path.

The death of clay is the birth of a pot;
The death of the pot is the birth of clay.
Ice melts to water and water forms ice.
In each conversion, occur death and birth.

The death of a night is the birth of a day;
The death of a day is the birth of a night.
New Year means the death of the old year too.
In each transition, takes place death and birth.

The death of a seed is the birth of a plant;
The death of gametes is the birth of an embryo.
Salts die to form cells; cells die to form salts.
In each growth, form death and birth of matter.

The so called death and birth is nothing but
Deaths and births of forms made of matter.
The matter itself does not die to be born
But is converted to different forms.

Elements disappear to form plants.
Plants as food add to the animals’ flesh.
Plants and animals on death liberate
As elements, serving through worms and germs.

When a child is born, there’s no birth of life.
The embryo transforms into a child.
When a man dies, there is no death of life.
The body disintegrates to salts.

Matter, energy and life have no death
They have got one birth since when they’ve been.
They interact and come different stages
In which the pattern is death and birth.
 
Rm.Shanmugam Chettiar.

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