Death Wish Poem by Lora Colon

Death Wish

Rating: 5.0


Who will be there to claim my body
When from this world I must pass?
Whose heaven becomes eternal hell
As I'm laid beneath the grass?

Whose hands will sadly clasp together
In prayer to the Lord above?
Whose heart will wither from grief because
Lora was his one true love?

Whose lips will quiver and call my name,
With tears streaming down his face?
Whose arms will reach out in deep despair,
Pleading for one more embrace?

Who, then, shall write the final tribute
I'll take into eternity?
A poem, perhaps, tucked into my soul,
Wrapped with love, will escort me

Who will stand by my grave in autumn,
When flowers give up their seeds?
Will I be draped in roses and ferns....
Or under a pall of weeds?

Do I know him, was his name revealed,
The man who would grieve for me?
Or will he stay unknown to my heart....
Then dead I would rather be!

Thursday, May 15, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: love
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Brian Johnston 15 May 2014

As always Dear Poet, his name in Legion and dreams that you will not be missed satanically inspired... Own the fact that you are loved, The names that you know well, Judge your suitors by their deeds, Let Satan keep his Hell.

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Bri Edwards 27 August 2014

you used pall perfectly. i had to look it up to be sure i knew what it meant. who but a poet would say this? : poem, perhaps, tucked into my soul............but don't they usually get tucked into the socks? as i read i had the sneaky suspicion the answer to who? would be nobody. well, hopefully there WILL be someone. but with men (i think) dying at a younger age, on average, than a woman, Lora may have to be the one doing the claiming, (the suffering) , the clasping, the praying, the withering, the quivering, the writing, the tucking, the wrapping, the standing, the draping, AND the grieving. or she can just collect the life insurance and find a new boyfriend. it sounds like a lot of work.....being a loving survivor! i hope i go first. but SERIOUSLY, i enjoyed the wandering wondering and the rhyming. make hay while the sun shines, and remember that women (sometimes) can now get away with proposing marriage. to obtain my last three, of four, wives i've used newspaper ads twice and (the current wife) the internet. the first wife was a hand-me-down from a friend. one commenter assumes the poem is about the poet, but i don't assume that. and, Lora, in case this IS about you...........sorry, i'm taken. :) thanks for sharing. bri :) p.s. for those who crave statistics, here is something i found online: Between 1989 and 2009, life expectancy for U.S. males grew by 4.6 years while predicted lifespans for American women rose by 2.7 years, according to the recent report from Institute for Health Metrics and Evaluation. That manly surge narrowed the life-expectancy gender gap to five years, one month and six days – compared to a seven-year gulf in 1989. Modern guys will live to be an average age of 76.2 versus 81.3 for women, the IHME reports.

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Lila Holmes 11 June 2014

Wow, your work is beautiful. Since I'm new to this site, it would be great if you check out one my poems and leave a comment, I'm always looking for wars to improve, thanks. Again, great poem, very deep.

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Chuy Amante 21 May 2014

Wow, this felt like it came out of the depths of your beautiful soul! Life ends not, no matter when the body we drop

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Md Elias Uddin 17 May 2014

Whose heart will wither from grief because Lora was his one true love? Hopefully the readers including me, Elias. What a nice imagination!

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Pradip Chattopadhyay 16 May 2014

we all desire to be surrounded by love when the time comes to depart. the sadness in this poem hurts Lora and I pray love dispels the dark thoughts.

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Missouri - United States
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