Death Poem by Bill Knott

Death

Rating: 3.0


Going to sleep, I cross my hands on my chest.
They will place my hands like this.
It will look as though I am flying into myself.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
M Asim Nehal 19 January 2021

You glorified the final journey by keeping hand crossed on your chest.5***

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Rocky Lover 19 January 2021

sad very sad time is running out do something

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Ariel Totsoni 11 April 2007

so sad! this poem was so sad that it is just so dark and scarey

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Walterrean Salley 29 November 2016

(Death by Bill Knott.) **Melancholy tone. The poet, perhaps, describing his own death. Heartfelt.

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Nabakishore Dash 19 January 2022

A good write of eternal sleep.

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Nolan Vaske 19 January 2022

Oh my this poem brings back memories of when I would go home just to be molested by my father. The absolute pleasure my felt when he pounded all 4 inches in was the absolute best. Later he was murdered.

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duggy 19 January 2022

yeah tell em daddy

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Sylvia Frances Chan 19 January 2022

Congratulations to the family of the late poet, being chosen as The Classic Poem Of The Day. Happiest am I. A perfect poem presenting death

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Sylvia Frances Chan 19 January 2022

Lying like that It will look as though he is flying into himself. Simple and short, but the result is a dashing but saddest poem. Top Stars once again.

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Chinedu Dike 19 January 2022

Witty and insightful.........

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Bill Knott

Bill Knott

Carson City, Michigan
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