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Before you take them away
Why don't you ever ask them
If there are any unfulfilled duties left
Why you never give them a chance
To redeem everything that is good balanced and heft

Before they leave for an eternal journey with you
Why don't you ask them
To keep enough for their to-be-fatherless kids
To not just keep running here and there but calmly sit
To love their wives before the final farewell bids

Is it too much to ask for?
Cause you see after you take them away
Families are broken and so torn
So
Next time
Before you take them away
Please for a while let them stay
Let them stay a little longer
Let them make their families a bit stronger
Why can death not come with a warning?
apollota Mar 2017
Put the feet back on the ground,
the earth has been found a home.
Leave the umbrella alone,
the rain has stopped and the reason is unknown.
Dry the eyes of their tears.
The fears were conquered tonight.
Now, soar through the sky in the light.
The things of secret are within the sights.
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2017-03-18
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Mara W Kayh Sep 2016
A sweet taste lingers
Where your soul seared mine

lips like honey,
I still feel the nectar of love
scarring depths aroused many moons
after death closed them
tightly shut.
  
Warm as the summer sun
I can feel the glow of
your exalted love,
like a sheath of rain
penetrating a dying dessert,
bringing me
hungrily back to life.
Musings on love and lovers
yesterday was her very last morning on earth
and she made it special for all around her
her gracious smile and her inspiring words
her many stories of adventures on the road
all the little children gathered quickly
they wanted to hear every single word
after all she was a great story teller

sitting at the foot of her big feather bed
there was  wrestling for position
some wanted to be right next to her
others stood back to hide their tears
all knowing that time was drawing near

they all loved her so much
and she loved them all
more than they could ever know
silently their hearts aching
for what was yet to come

time seemed to stand still
in that very moment
and her voice seemed to float
on the spring breeze
her words resonating
within the childrens souls

she talked for hours
and as the end drew near
she showed such strength
she never cried out
she just smiled through the pain

at exactly three o'clock
she took her last breath
and gently faded away
her family watching over her
as she made her way
to her final resting place
the afternoon sun inviting itself
into the tiny bedroom
caressing her pale face
a gentle breeze
coming through the window
in a final swirl
and her spirit was gone
Death
is not
the end

at least
not for
me...
complexify May 2016
Did I ever lived before I was born
I'm 17 now
And I never had any girlfriend
But I felt like I had one.

Do you ever feel it sometimes
To hold, and to touch
To be held, and to be touched
By someone you love
Or someone you want
Or someone I loved
Or someone I wanted?

I don't know
If it's my memories
Messing up my imagination
Or my ****
Messing up my brain
Or did I really
Lived and loved before?
I never believed in such things. But sometimes it feels like it's real.
This is my last poem
I bid you farewell
It is such an odd thought
That my body might repel

But I thank you for your attention
I might be at peace when you read this
So pray for my soul to meet God
And ask Him to take me even though I don't deserve bliss
Thank you and goodbye.
Mazen Edlibi Jan 2016
I feel cold in every tiny vein!
In every second, every part of me is deprived from life!
As if the Hope I had with Love being euthanize!
I won't feel the warmth anymore!
                           I won't feel Myself or My Heart anymore!
                                      I've been discharged from....
                                                       Life!
Strange but might turn to reality!
NeroameeAlucard Oct 2015
Mother Rose,
What can i say that hasn't already been said
i guess i'll go with what just popped into my head
you had a smile that could light up the darkest of rooms
a tender sweetness that was palpable in the air, like the dust raised by a broom.
An enthusiasm for life and spirituality that most could never hope to acheive.
Even as simply the church guitarist, it was amazing to me
How people automatically felt as if they were at home around you
it was astounding what lot's of love can do within and without you.

I know you're in a much better place
the pain is permanently gone, all the better for all our sakes.
Still, It's good to know that you're up there with our Lord.
Say Hi to some family members we've all lost, we'd be happy if you could.
And some days when life turns sour,
all of us wish that heaven had visiting hours.
So we could be around that award winning smile
and warm as coffee soul
we're all going to miss you
more than anybody could know

So to close this tribute out, I'll leave here with this biblical gem
From revelation "They will rest in their labor, for their deeds will follow them."
This is a tribute to a member of my church who passed away recently.
brandon nagley Jun 2015
I went down Dixie highway
Wherein it crosses River Road
I saw a jeep up ahead
Flashing its lights through mine ghost

I walked around the old greenhouse
Now turned into salon
Than I walked up to the miny mart
Just beyond the yonder trod

I bought mine last cigarettes
A pack of Marlboro reds
I knew than at that moment.......

This carcass shalt soon
be dead!!!!

This feelings hit me once again
I knoweth gods ready for me to come home
I'm not meant to be any ***** to man
I was a seraphim of old

So bury me in with the saints
White roses please do leaveth on mine grave
I think today's the last day
Thou shalt see me on this page

I'm tasting iron blood again
I feeleth it in mine lungs
Maby its just tooth decay
Yet I tell thee I'm not dumb!!!

So remember me
And let me be
As tis I say goodbye
No questions to be asked
So please don't wonder why!!!

I was sent here
By thy creator to teacheth thou
I've been through **** and back
I think I'll see it again somehow

But God shalt renew me
Now it's time for me to leave
I've given up the spirit now
Now Satan leaveth me be

Put daisies in mine earsides
Put a white piano in the funeral room
Bury me with all mine poetry
Yet I'll leaveth one for thou too!!!

The one that I'll leaveth thee
Shalt be a scripture of love
Always forgiveth mine friend
No hate,
Remember thy God above!!!!
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