#deathbed
The moon nods dimly.
I savor my glinting light —
toasting to the moon.
May 1
May 1, 2026 at 2:09 AM UTC
You're mine and I'm yours,
Said my Dad on his deathbed,
Looking at my Mom.
Apr 29
Apr 29, 2026 at 12:23 PM UTC
time for?
one last breath?
one last act of love?
Jan 21
Jan 21, 2026 at 11:26 AM UTC
“Crito, I owe the sacrifice of a rooster to Asklepios. Will you pay debt and not neglect to do so.” Socrates' last words
Crito : “I will do so.”
___________
Socrates’ Heart went cold, nerves stiffened, sold into afterlife by vial of hemlock, no tear shed
no flinching
just a question : how do I do this ?
then cheerily drank ~ in death as uncompromising as he lived
charged with ushering in god-man, Asklepios, who, four centuries earlier than Christ, raised others from the dead
Socrates took leave, forever sanctified in Logos, the Socratic method imbuing Western Philosophy, an eagle of moral logic, wide winged, talons a crown
stoic against State hate, a TruthTorch
Rulers would not accede thoughtforms towering
a courageous visionary drank concoction, freezing body-heart, labelled insane, a giant never mundane, power ordained
we cringe in grieved disbelief at calculated extinguishing of rare brilliance, yet like later Christ, Socrates ceded to fleshlessness in holy containment
as set patterns crumble visionaries do not fumble mumble not at Changing of Guards, when regeneration is due they know Death ensues
surrendering to cessation, preparing to leave avatar, his appeal ardent was to only mourn dialogues started without forlorn
Praise and Rejoice ! his penetrating gaze raised humanity’s bar without faze
the method of rational deduction lives, sift grit from gravel to liquid gold until NOTHING is left, next : stand firm before any furnace, rifle, ridicule, jealousy or untruth in naked Spirit to Spirit, so crows the sacrificed rooster uncrooked
no dull instruction was Socrates’ last lines, ringing through destinies as frequency divine alpha sacrifice, beta rooster, gamma Asklepios, delta neglect not to pay debts ~ rooster, sign of death-incubation-renewal, tapestries Asklepios, symbol of sacrificial healing, denotes what needs to be done for everyone !
GLORY to Socrates’ illustrious mind delivering a significant deathbed iconograph from sacral depths; truth is timeless, pricelessly cyclical
***** sleep, rise, glimmer in red, green, gold
crow loudly from rooftops, if you please, scatter feathery sigils with ease
Asklepios ! gentle balm for humankind
life to death is death to life : body-ego is temporary, in death itself do we rise, as eight hundred miles away, on another timeline, Jesus affirmed : soul is eternal
words ebb and flow, colloquy births logic
Rise and Fall
Healing is obligated
Dues payable
Uphold LOGOS !
©GhairoDanielsPoetry
Nov 19, 2025
Nov 19, 2025 at 7:11 AM UTC
I wasn’t ready for what it meant.
The blood has ran its course.
You leave me here to ponder,
If I could have had more.
Regret is a sadistic thing,
I wished for nothing more than death.
That clasps me in her sweet embrace,
Still and kind and quick.
Your razors measure thin,
An inch away off my tapestry.
You hesitate, and wait.
So short yet still mine if only for a moment.
I am alive and still here,
In the waiting room of the fates themselves.
-Percy
Sep 17, 2025
Sep 17, 2025 at 8:26 PM UTC
Lying on a bed,
His body went cold,
He was very old.
Body froze,
Soul rose.
Wet cloth on his forehead,
His body drained all his sweat.
His visions wail,
And his body went pale.
The hall was in death,
As he took his last breath
Alas he was dead
Aug 16, 2025
Aug 16, 2025 at 6:58 AM UTC
Though I love you, and I did,
I returned once more to the orchard.
Home seemed so far away,
Clasped in the hands of another.
Every dish washed another breath drawn,
The slick ribbons against the trees.
My love, my wonder, at my side.
Again, my demons embrace me.
Again did I stop outside of my haven,
Praying to a malevolent, unloving light.
Is it wrong to be so human, my doubts,
How could a grey sky be alright?
Why live if living is wrong,
If each whine should be a cry?
My bed felt more like teeth then,
Gnawing at me from each side.
The flowers bloomed under a night sky,
Adorned with all the things I should’ve confessed.
Once again I find myself in that time,
Yet with you I think only of what I’ve repressed.
Apr 26, 2021
Apr 26, 2021 at 12:27 PM UTC
Laying on a deathbed in heaven,
They said there was only happiness here,
forever.
Now all I wish for is
My heart to stop,
My lungs to empty,
To breathe my last breath.
So I just lay on my deathbed,
Looking at the perfect,
sparkling,
sky.
Oct 5, 2020
Oct 5, 2020 at 6:12 PM UTC
Watching her through the plastic curtain,
I felt, Her time was over.
It was certain.
The way she looked into my eyes,
I prepared myself for a final Goodbye.
Jul 14, 2020
Jul 14, 2020 at 1:12 AM UTC
four white chrysanthemums
persistently thwarting outcomes
my touch holds the fragile petals
giving room for death to settle
Jun 28, 2020
Jun 28, 2020 at 9:18 PM UTC
By the ramp of the dearly departed
Still lay his faded fingerprints
While yet another
Was thrown in the morbid bed
Still reeking
like death
The hall deserted
His breathing slow
Hope fading
The morale low
Thoughts crept
Like death
And another after another
Was thrown into the list
Ever growing
Breaths slowing
Ever reeking
Like death
Lying in a corner
Groaning beneath the mask
A soul once alive
Moaning over the past
Waiting for a cure
Like death
And one last breath
Felt in the night
He wished to be his last
He couldn't hold on
To this madness, so
Like death
There was this glimmer
A ray of light
The suffering might end
Things could go right
Maybe slowly
Like death
The world was healing
Not all hope was dead
The once confined bodies
Will rise out of bed
Defeating tragedies
Like death
With a combined might
And hope alight
Strength in prayer
And hearts twinned
The world rose up
From death.
Jun 12, 2020
Jun 12, 2020 at 10:13 AM UTC
The Lingering and the Unconsoled Heart
by Michael R. Burch
There is a silence—
the last unspoken moment
before death,
when the moon,
cratered and broken,
is all madness and light,
when the breath comes low and complaining,
and the heart is a ruin
of emptiness and night.
There is a grief—
the grief of a lover's embrace
while faith still shimmers in a mother’s tears ...
There is no gruesomer time, nor place,
while the faint glimmer of life is ours
that the lingering and the unconsoled heart fears
beyond this: seeing its own stricken face
in eyes that drift toward some incomprehensible place.
Keywords/Tags: lingering, unconsoled, heart, death, bed, deathbed, silence, last, rites, hospice, eternity, finality, infinity, grave
Apr 7, 2020
Apr 7, 2020 at 5:58 AM UTC
there are some people in the world
who we forget to say goodbye to
even if its simply going to school
or to work
to the moment their body lays limp on their deathbed
a simple "bye"
or a "see you later"
would suffice
if you can say hello
you can say goodbye.
Oct 6, 2019
Oct 6, 2019 at 4:27 AM UTC
don't you dare smile
in the face of the
day. don't think for
a second that
you are in control
of your feelings.
see that person ahead?
don't acknowledge them.
head down, eyes forward,
mouth shut, heart
closed.
...good, now you're
getting the hang of
it. now, accept everyone
else's authority but
your own, amass financial
debt, relieve yourself
with the proper drugs,
find someone under
the same
enchantment as you
and call it love.
have kids because it's
the next step. raise them
in your image.
then,
watch them repeat the
same cycles
and as you're dying, have
a flash-thought-
"did I even notice who I was? what I wanted for this life?"
and as the thresh
ceases to be held you
light a candle of hope-
your love the spark,
your children the fed flame.
you say,
"they will sever the momentum I couldn't, they will
see it."
-after all they are made
to be better than you,
not simply blind copies.
yet as the kaleidoscopic walls
usher you on you wonder,
"how many of my ancestors have lit this same vela del lecho
de muerte? how many were hoping it was their daughter or
son?"
the security of tradition and
the risk-reward of novelty
played out across
lineages. both correct
and incorrect in their
own ways...
which one reaches through
the ages and hums
in
your spine?
Jun 27, 2019
Jun 27, 2019 at 8:37 PM UTC
let us try brave resolve
till tongues untwisted
doing the ritual whisp
where found its rhythm in the breeze --
cocked back like a hammer
cutting through the silence
was the creaking of an open palm.
would you like to go for a swim?
it is cold and it is dark
but parts of us dispersed
across the eavesdropping tide
makes for a wonderful place to drown.
...
a secret is like a burden,
when it is shared, it is halved.
Mar 12, 2019
Mar 12, 2019 at 10:11 AM UTC
I don't know
Where I am going ....
This road leads
to your heart.
But still you are far
so far.....
I could not reach to you,
Because you are like a moon,
I can only see you
from a distance.
I can not have you,
touch you
embrace you
In my arms.
The only voice
rumbling in my ears
is the last time
you said,
"I Love You"
I still wanna go
back in time.
To ignite the fire
the thoughts & desire,
are sleeping on death-bed
Very soon they will expire.
Feb 11, 2019
Feb 11, 2019 at 9:05 AM UTC
I'm getting weaker each day.
Paranoia's all I got left.
There's so much...
I could not say.
All is chaos in my head.
No one's here to help,
And everyone's leaving.
My sutured wounds,
once again...
are opening.
Just here...
Waiting for my deathbed.
Feb 3, 2019
Feb 3, 2019 at 1:22 AM UTC
Sally Ride Aladdin
Outside so long
Another loan and I grow up
Carl Definable i beam in ios
You got to ride up .
.if thats not you
cuz..i didnt want to run
Us and nobody.....
... beast in the bible
isn't it crazy about this talkin
so long as I can see that
Sally is on my mind
is Jesus kind
Kind of Riley saying thank you all
Not just you baby...
That's your mother's latest local policy
So long till i see you at the Sonic
So I know that she's hooked on Tony Montana
Cuz I know I rode it once when I was 15
And then I broke down and cried at 7:15
Mar 8, 2018
Mar 8, 2018 at 12:44 PM UTC
On deathbed she said, " I... I..."
One moment she had her whole life to live, and another, a car came and took the life out of her.
While dying, she was muttering something.
She was letting people know, her ***** little secret.
But her throat halted her words.
For the first time, words left her.
But someone knew her secret.
Not her diary, a person knew.
Her parent’s well of tears was denying to be dried up.
And I never cried a single tear.
No, I loved my sister. But the shock of it all depraved me of liquid drops.
The shock, that she is no more.
The shock, that she didn’t even got a chance to utter her last words.
The shock, that she died carrying a secret burden on her shoulders.
Her diary gave me another shock.
She loved me.
No no.
Not as a brother.
I was her crush.
And this she never told another soul.
Under the pressure of society,
she didn’t say a word.
She secretly gutted herself.
I cannot fathom why she ever loved me.
But I understand.
Maybe if I knew,
I would have acted upon it.
That’s hypothetical.
But now, her secret is mine.
Feb 10, 2018
Feb 10, 2018 at 3:07 PM UTC
I'm looking for the Grim Reaper, we have a date
And he seems to be running late
We were supposed to meet years ago
And still here I am,he's a no show
I'm begaing to think he's avoiding me
I've felt his dark presence, but him I couldn't see
I tried to grab his sleeve
When with my sick mother he was about to leave
I stalked him to my dying uncles bedside
But again right by me he did slide
Reaper why do you play these games with me
Can't you let my death be
Do I need to write my name in blood
Do I need to let it be a flood
Grim Reaper I am gonna stalk you down
Until you finally put me under ground
Mar 30, 2016
Mar 30, 2016 at 1:53 PM UTC
hello
bitter,
sweet,
secrets.
Impeach the president.
Sentiment is evident.
I never meant you any harm.
Said the weapons company,
supplying those arms.
Put a lid on it tonight,
fliladmites.
You can't harm me either,
I believe in beauty within the eyes of the receiver.
I'll blow away your limbs.
Second guessing the atoms patterns.
This track here (trachea)
crush your adams apple.
bite it judas,
move past the eden garden.
I'm hardened like solidification
Vindication evades me.
In a daydream,
they seem,
so lazy.
Pay me for the time spent dropping bombs on then tombs of family tree.
Gravity brings me back to earth,
and the drill takes me underground to the burial grounds.
I'll lay flowers around your decrepit eulogy.
It never bothered me before.
Dec 16, 2015
Dec 16, 2015 at 6:52 PM UTC
Please tell me you'll fight this fight,
I can't see without your light,
I need you to breathe into my life.
Don't tell me this is goodbye,
I won't grieve - it's not yet time,
Each breath breathed is keeping hope alive
So keep breathing,
Go on breathe in:
Just Breathe
Each breath breathed means we're alive,
And life means that we can find,
The reasons to keep on getting by.
And if reasons we can't find,
We'll make up some to get by,
'Til breath by breath we'll leave this behind.
So keep breathing,
Go on breathe in:
Just Breathe
Nov 20, 2014
Nov 20, 2014 at 1:09 PM UTC