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Let me die a youngman's death
not a clean and inbetween
the sheets holywater death
not a famous-last-words
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And death shall have no dominion.
Dead man naked they shall be one
With the man in the wind and the west moon;
When their bones are picked clean and the clean bones gone,
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Death be not proud, though some have called thee
Mighty and dreadfull, for, thou art not soe,
For, those, whom thou think'st, thou dost overthrow,
Die not, poore death, nor yet canst thou kill mee.
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shot in the eye
shot in the brain
shot in the ****
shot like a flower in the dance
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There are cemeteries that are lonely,
graves full of bones that do not make a sound,
the heart moving through a tunnel,
in it darkness, darkness, darkness,
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The dark wings of night enfolded the city upon which Nature had spread a pure white garment of snow; and men deserted the streets for their houses in search of warmth, while the north wind probed in contemplation of laying waste the gardens...
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I ask not that my bed of death
From bands of greedy heirs be free;
For these besiege the latest breath
Of fortune's favoured sons, not me.
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Your two great eyes will slay me suddenly;
Their beauty shakes me who was once serene;
Straight through my heart the wound is quick and keen.
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Hey Father Death, I'm flying home
Hey poor man, you're all alone
Hey old daddy, I know where I'm going
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War's a joke for me and you,
Wile we know such dreams are true.
- Siegfried Sassoon
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Take the cloak from his face, and at first
Let the corpse do its worst!
How he lies in his rights of a man!
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Heavenly cursed and heavily sinned I
No more i like to add them, so, I want to die
And I want to become a holy ghost
Whom the people would like the most.
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There are lone cemeteries,
tombs full of soundless bones,
the heart threading a tunnel,
a dark, dark tunnel:
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Then Almitra spoke, saying, 'We would ask now of Death.'
And he said:
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Any soul that drank the nectar of your passion was lifted.
From that water of life he is in a state of elation.
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O marriage-bells, your clamor tells
Two weddings in one breath.
SHE marries whom her love compels:
- And I wed Goodman Death!
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A stone I died and rose again a plant;
A plant I died and rose an animal;
I died an animal and was born a man.
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I have a rendezvous with Death
At some disputed barricade,
When Spring comes back with rustling shade
And apple-blossoms fill the air—
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Weep not, weep not,
She is not dead;
She's resting in the bosom of Jesus.
Heart-broken husband--weep no more;
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Epitaph for a Palestinian Child
by Michael R. Burch
I lived as best I could, and then I died.
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Death is no joke, nobody can laugh at it
Death is not a he or a she, death is an it
Death is different, death comes like a flash
Death strikes. Death is the fastest thing around
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Death' is when 'You' milk 'It' and milk it, milked
and you drive it, forever and ever,
upward and upward and never down ward, insane.
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Someday death shall die
A time shall come when death shall die
Sometime in the near future death shall die
Soon and very soon death shall die
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Death to death, in-between lamp,
Life, light and flame that dithers in wind
That sprouts and ends in stark death;
It's death all round; death, up and down,
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Poetry is not only to share joy and happiness, but also to share feelings and emotions with others in the hard times. Poems about death or grieving help us remember our loved ones and recall our nice memories with them again and again. PoemHunter.com has an enormous collection of poems about this topic written by classical and modern poets from around the world such as "Do Not Stand At My Grave And Weep" by Mary Elizabeth Frye, "Farewell" by Anne Bronte, and "When Great Trees Fall" by Maya Angelou.