Assigned as a mortal,
My soul begins to fade..
I can hear death calling,
I see my destiny's made.
While life takes it's path,
As we live to die..
Another soul has been taken,
Another mans cry.
Loneliness, fearless
I must not relent,
To heaven up above..
My soul will be sent.
Under an angels wings
And to the heavenly skies,
A soul full of pureness
must now rise.
'Temporary Creation' none permanence of life is a fact that gives reasons to live life to the fullest. Like this poem, my fellow Brooklynite. Keep writing
the soul has no demise...it will join the creator to receive another body...another house to live in the theme is relentment...nicely told...absolute truth...thanks...10
yeah..and it is sweet to die at times...and glad I haven't yet..so I still savor this bitter life indeed..hahaha..no kidding..the lines are akin to the classical themes of mortality The first four lines set the mode of a great work of thoughts..blended with metaphors.. I wish I could 'hear death calls'... nice one Thea
Hey.. I like the first four lines..it set the mode to a great work of thoughts.. I wish I could hear 'death calls'... Nice one..deserves a 10
Death A Door Opening Into Perfection with dissipating life breaths with pale shadow breaths until the mirror remains clear glass; until heat breath moisture no longer wings our words up into heaven blessed waiting peace; when pure mind soul are released from fading waiting body expiring... when our freedom soul ascends departing depleted wasted body spent then is the ultimate mercy in peace sent; death is but the door opening into perfection a release for the beautiful the kind the just a release from life splinter flesh corruption; Copyright © Terence George Craddock Inspired by the poem 'Temporary Creation' by the poet Theany Ouy. Dedicated to the poet Theany Ouy.
'Assigned as a mortal, My soul begins to fade..' with dissipating life breaths, with pale shadow breaths, until the mirror remains clear glass, until heat breath moisture, no longer wings our words, up into heaven blessed waiting peace, when pure mind soul are released, from fading waited body expiring, when our freedom soul ascends, departing wasted body spent, then is the ultimate mercy in peace sent, death is but the door opening into perfection, a release for the beautiful the kind the just
Souls dancing in the heavens as release from this mortal body ensues.....such visions...thanks for sharing your soul.....blessings
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
no warrior in the world can proclaim their victory over death, no scientist can discover any solution for death.we will go to another world when our day comes. so dont worry about it and enjoy our days hopefully and think positive! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! your poem is amazing and thought provoking! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !