rich soos

Gold Star - 8,532 Points (April 24,1955)

Death - Poem by rich soos

there is no need for sacrament
or prayer before you visit
walk toward me with cold arms
and take me away while I sleep
the earth will applaud your decision
to leave trumpet soundings buried

from Reality Is A Drunken Feeling (1978)

Topic(s) of this poem: sleep, death, earth, prayer, reality

Form: Free Verse

Comments about Death by rich soos

  • Edward Kofi Louis (11/16/2016 1:08:00 AM)

    Buried. Thanks for sharing this poem with us. (Report)Reply

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  • (11/15/2016 9:52:00 PM)

    ....And so there is companionship on that long journey into eternity. This is just excellent. (Report)Reply

    R Soos(11/15/2016 10:02:00 PM)

    thank you =: -) ..

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, November 13, 2016

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