"relife" poems - Hello Poetry

Darkness, a chill in the air, unexpected sorrow overwelming, she's dead. Hope is gone and left. Emptyness is at the door creeping in like death himself. Death came quckly that night,passing right over my brother and decided to take another. No one. Knew untill halfway throught the night, in the silance, at the time of change. He stood over her and let a silent tears flow from his eyes. Her pain was gone, her soul resting etirnialy with God. His pain just beginning. His life was reset, everything changeing because she was dead. The comprehension of death is and will remain imposable. It's the second thing that unites humanity. And it's the first thing we come to fear naturaly. It's a fear not learned or over come. Death is the crul irony of life bringing relife and stress at the same time. Death is the end to what we are a custom to and a beginning to a new life. Death had changed him.,had made him take on new struggles had made him some how stronger. Death had taken his skin and made it impenatable, only two things could harm him and he avoided the one with out hesatation. He came to think that with love came more pain and death himself couldn't even bare it . So thus with out love he could live forever and could concur death. Darkness, a chill in the air, unexpected sorrow overwelming, he's dead. Hope is gone and left. Emptyness is at the door creeping in like death himself. Death came quckly that night,passing right over to my brother. Oh how I wish he could have claimed another. Death has become my friend and my enamy leaveing dispare in his wake but like a snake I can avoid him. For Death is the crul irony of life bringing relife and stress at the same time. Death is the end to what we are a custom to and a beginning to a new life.

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Jan 11, 2011

Jan 11, 2011 at 11:40 AM UTC

mario-cotto

Dead

Darkness, a chill in the air, unexpected sorrow overwelming, she's dead. Hope is gone and left. Emptyness is at the door creeping in like death himself. Death came quckly that night,passing right over my brother and decided to take another. No one. Knew untill halfway throught the night, in the silance, at the time of change. He stood over her and let a silent tears flow from his eyes. Her pain was gone, her soul resting etirnialy with God. His pain just beginning. His life was reset, everything changeing because she was dead. The comprehension of death is and will remain imposable. It's the second thing that unites humanity. And it's the first thing we come to fear naturaly. It's a fear not learned or over come. Death is the crul irony of life bringing relife and stress at the same time. Death is the end to what we are a custom to and a beginning to a new life. Death had changed him.,had made him take on new struggles had made him some how stronger. Death had taken his skin and made it impenatable, only two things could harm him and he avoided the one with out hesatation. He came to think that with love came more pain and death himself couldn't even bare it . So thus with out love he could live forever and could concur death. Darkness, a chill in the air, unexpected sorrow overwelming, he's dead. Hope is gone and left. Emptyness is at the door creeping in like death himself. Death came quckly that night,passing right over to my brother. Oh how I wish he could have claimed another. Death has become my friend and my enamy leaveing dispare in his wake but like a snake I can avoid him. For Death is the crul irony of life bringing relife and stress at the same time. Death is the end to what we are a custom to and a beginning to a new life.

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I write poetry, without even trying. I write poetry, to relife my pain. I write poetry, to keep me away. I write poetry, mad as a hatter. I cant help it, I strive to write about the beauty of life, But end up setting free whats so dark. I'm thinking "how could a kid be in so much pain?" "Normally teenage life is all about going insane." I can't get what makes me happy. I tend to close up by acting cold, I'm not. Smiling to cover the clouds when a camera is near. I can't cry for help, I'm isolated. No one will reach out. No one will reach in. I propose to shut them all out, ... They won't understand. Sun rising, Everything will be alright. By: Zoulaikha

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Jan 18, 2019

Jan 18, 2019 at 4:59 PM UTC

zoulaikha-al-aghbari

Mental

I write poetry, without even trying. I write poetry, to relife my pain. I write poetry, to keep me away. I write poetry, mad as a hatter. I cant help it, I strive to write about the beauty of life, But end up setting free whats so dark. I'm thinking "how could a kid be in so much pain?" "Normally teenage life is all about going insane." I can't get what makes me happy. I tend to close up by acting cold, I'm not. Smiling to cover the clouds when a camera is near. I can't cry for help, I'm isolated. No one will reach out. No one will reach in. I propose to shut them all out, ... They won't understand. Sun rising, Everything will be alright. By: Zoulaikha

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You are a crowded intersection Ebullient bloating, churn Bustling with acquaintances They know your name Know your way, but see you mearly as an impass Navigated with neither choice nor decision Route without resistance Path of least conviction A jumping of point Endeavors formulated; yet your corridors are never considered No exceptional exemptions Chimerical observers, are shuffled and thumb Fulminant prostration; muddling insertion Maudlin automaton corral An adverse opposition, preferring to evaluate you at night Your gaslit candescence reaches in all directions Ebbing lambency traversing space Conveyance of curious possibility Enveloped in your vacancy Swaddling spances; rampart wrapping Quarantined and completely mine Somber meditation tranquility All of my substance settling to a manhole center Shedding all my persistent memories Unencumbered relife; unfettered elation Ravishing beatitude exaltation Distracting detraction Time abstractedly trickling away Disecting rays of light clutching the arc of the Plutonian horizon Stampeding hordes in infinite single file lines Sieging you from every direction Like a colony of ants disintegrating a discarded carcass You are gone

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Jul 31, 2018

Jul 31, 2018 at 9:55 PM UTC

Fimfivver

Last Melt of The Candle Burning at Both Ends

You are a crowded intersection Ebullient bloating, churn Bustling with acquaintances They know your name Know your way, but see you mearly as an impass Navigated with neither choice nor decision Route without resistance Path of least conviction A jumping of point Endeavors formulated; yet your corridors are never considered No exceptional exemptions Chimerical observers, are shuffled and thumb Fulminant prostration; muddling insertion Maudlin automaton corral An adverse opposition, preferring to evaluate you at night Your gaslit candescence reaches in all directions Ebbing lambency traversing space Conveyance of curious possibility Enveloped in your vacancy Swaddling spances; rampart wrapping Quarantined and completely mine Somber meditation tranquility All of my substance settling to a manhole center Shedding all my persistent memories Unencumbered relife; unfettered elation Ravishing beatitude exaltation Distracting detraction Time abstractedly trickling away Disecting rays of light clutching the arc of the Plutonian horizon Stampeding hordes in infinite single file lines Sieging you from every direction Like a colony of ants disintegrating a discarded carcass You are gone

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