|Best Poems About / On DEATH
Death Happens Oh Too Quick
And now my brother is gone.
The happiest child around.
about nothing at all
of only the pain it causes.
oh too quick.
And tore my family apart.
our dreams of a family
about the tears that fall.
our misery is it's muse.
oh too quick
and now i must move on
my will to hold
whether it drags you down or not
we can let go
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Death - The Greatest Leveler
Death gives no concession
Death spares none;
None can impress death
By being anything
To escape its embrace;
Whoever is born
is certain to die;
Death respects no merit;
Skills in writing poetry
Artistic talents or ideological commitments
Marxist, communist, capitalist, feminist, male chauvinist
None can save oneself from death;
The winner in beauty contests
Or delighting participant in fashion pageants,
can not seduce death,
She has to shed the body enthralling
And beauty dissolves into five elements;
Winning games can not win death
Being great sportsman
Can not make death sportsman like;
Death does not care ruler or the ruled
Death is inevitable to the emperor, queen or ordinary citizen
To democratically elected most popular leader or to any one;
Farmer who grows many crops
Or businessman who owns many shops
Has to obey deaths call;
Death is the greatest leveler
Death gives no concession;
Death is equal in operation
And spares none;
After the game is over
The king and the pawn
Go into the same box;
Death has no consideration, compassion
Does its duty with perfect precision.
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Face Of Death
A child was breathing its very last breath;
Then he saw the face of death,
Death said to the child, 'so very young",
Then he removed the last breath from his lung.
The child that death collected wasn't from a war,
The child had died because it was sick and very poor.
A man laid dying upon his bed;
He knew that soon that he would be dead,
Then death arrived, and the man saw deaths face
Death then laughed, and mocked him at his disgrace.
The man was a politician all he cared for was money and the greedy,
Never did he bother to help the poor and the needy.
A soldier laid dying upon the battlefield;
While praying and crying, knowing that he could not be healed,
The soldier saw the face of death and then he began to weep
Death said, 'shhhhhhh, I will let you sleep".
Upon the rich and the powerful I am the controversy,
To the children and the innocent, I will give them my mercy.
A judge laid dying in his chambers;
Upon his soul death placed his disclaimers,
'This soul is unworthy, he sought not peace, but only the rod! '
Now he would be taken by death, and then be judged by GOD.
Death is the great equalizer of the night,
He can bring the dying peace, or bring the wicked ones fright.
A man laid dying because of his constant cigarette smoke;
An alcoholic was dying as he drank and drank and began to choke,
Death came to them both and said life to them was unsuited
They were born clean and pure, then their bodes they polluted.
Once GOD gave you life and then told you to awake,
I now tell you its your time to die, as your soul I will happily take.
Someday we all will wait for deaths arrival,
Some will cry and hope, while others will pray for their survival,
But, when death finally arrives to take our immortal ghost
Will he laugh or mock us, or maybe he will just give us a toast.
In the end death does not care for the age or the pleads,
He cannot be bribed by fortune, or humbled by sacramental beads.
Randy L. McClave
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O Death, wheres your sting?
Can you kill my spirit being?
When new life comes through death,
Satan, wheres your vengeful wrath?
Ha! Death is, indeed, inevitable!
It is the golden key to eternal life!
O Death wheres your firepower
When victorys in total surrender?
Prince of Darkness, you must cower
Christs death, made man a conqueror
Hearts become wise through pain and tears
Strength comes through mans weakness
Character comes through suffering
And character brings the joy of hoping
Death is not a loss but a prize won,
By a wink of an eye: in paradise, born.
You bring worry as thousand deaths
With fear: destroy mans Godly faith
Countless many under you, slave
Still many alive, rushing to the grave
You deceived man of salvation history
Still walking many into the death-valley
I am the resurrection and the life.
He who believes in Me, though he may die,
he shall live. John 11: 25
Christ on the Cross, paid ransom for many
His death, price of redemptive victory!
By His ignominious death, man is free!
O Sir Death, wheres your stinging victory?
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