Baskadia

Even after death enough beautiful to see

The beyond

The mountain is my grave, I'm God's breath, I go up and down, I want the sky and the earth wants me The stars pull me by my hair and the nails of the coffin hold me by my feet The darkness screams to me "Down!" And the sun says "Up!" to me I'm the uncomforted of the horizon I'm the night watcher of countless graves Emptying his eyes in empty skulls I'm the cause of bad dreams.

Arms of Death

In her grief She recognized that all will be as they should be. She had thought she could have love, Felt she deserved it, And that in time Someone would come to love her for who she was. It took years of pain For her to acknowledge and realize That love was never in the mind of her creator When He placed her upon earth. It was in grief of the hope lost, And the loneliness that waited ahead, That she walked dazedly into the arms of death. Death cared for her more than others, Because unlike ever

Arms of Death

In her grief She recognized that all will be as they should be. She had thought she could have love, Felt she deserved it, And that in time Someone would come to love her for who she was. It took years of pain For her to acknowledge and realize That love was never in the mind of her creator When He placed her upon earth. It was in grief of the hope lost, And the loneliness that waited ahead, That she walked dazedly into the arms of death. Death cared for her more than others, Because unlike ever

DEATH (TRIBUTE TO GRANDMOTHER)

Death which brings sorrows and pain to mankind .it has no respect on man. Neither to the poor nor to the rich. It rubs like a thief. Day after Day ,My heart breaks and pricks,Hearing that the dearest person in my heart is dead. Death is a silent killer,it doesn't give permission ,it comes like a thief at night. My heart pricks cos the one i call my backbone is no more. My heart solicit for guidance,cos one who has been there for me during thick and thorns is no more . one whom has been m

Mr.Darkness and Me

This poem describes a boy walking in the night, he dies and go's to heaven without feeling pain or knowing that he passed on to the after life

A Life in Death

The fact is that death is inevitable just because life is evitable. Life is barely a luxury but in actuality, a burden. I am alive today only means an extra time to stress over nothing. What if 'I can't eat?'. 'Can I live with food starvation?' life is not a luxury as I have been burdened to think about eating just because I need to stay alive. Many blessings upon my life for thinking of survival before accomplishments, regardless, I believe that if only I could stay alive I would accomplish a s

DEATH ROW

Its a poem about a man who almost succumbed to drugs

Day of Boxing

In a boxing match, Two boxers are fighting With each wanting to win. With their fight, People die. Their corps are seen Scattered. They are off both civilian and military. Blow after blow is landed, Manoeuvre after manoeuvre is performed Their drive to win, Ends up inflicting injuries to their bodies. Widows are created and orphans are made. Siblings are lost and civilians slaughtered like animals. In the end, one gives in There is a victor. But at what cost did this victory occur? How many are

Ode to Death

Ode To Death

The haunting of are self

I write only of what ik and feel. So i pray that may oneday god will send an opportunity my way that will allow me to provide for my family befor i lose my self.

When I die

Do not think that I am gone If one day you visit my grave do not cry, just imagine that I am sleeping I will visit you with the dawn, I will hug you with the wind, I will kiss you with the rain and I will sing for you in silence because then... then, if I will have died.

DEATH OF A JAZZMAN

Death of a Jazzman We danced and clapped The euphoria he gave us made us laugh For many days we sang around that fire he made us. In that cold winter he was our warmth. Neither of us imagined he would leave this forest we camped We all saw him leaving carrying his sax As he kept moving we felt he packed our peace of mind From a far we could hear sounds of a train moving Our Jazzman was heading to the train station But why? Didn't we give him the fun, laughter and joy? We watched to his fading in

Love beats death

The wife was pregnant so she could not get down from the building, and so did her husband Rifat. Love should be the only thing that can beat death .. And this horrible building is witnessing such a great event .Dark people are staring at the smoke around the building. Inside, some people are crying out for help

Pointless

What is the penalty, Called capital punishment? Death is what it is called. Terrorists, mass murders, and so on, When caught, are usually killed. But is death really a punishment? It is common knowledge that everyone Perishes. From the good to the bad, The philanthropist to the rapist, The doctors to the killers, They all die. To think that the phenomenon sure to Befall everyone is Termed as a punishment. Doctors save lives right? But to what extent? What is the point when the life saved Will st

DEATH

This is an event poster that I made.

Ivan Moody from "Five Finger Death Punch"😎🤘

Right now I'm on the road listening to FFDP. I found out about this band a long time ago, about 10 years ago, but I still love them. Ivan's voice is divine! By the way, he loved this drawing (I posted it on Instagram), although it's just a sketch.

Death of Phoenix

This is a story of a girl who lives for her dreams but needs to adjust every time because of social pressure. This poem is about her journey of becoming strong and fighting with all her passion for her dreams.

HELLO FOR THE TIME

**I called out for help but no one answered **Pesting my way through to peace **I gave my very all but it never mattered **They took it all, down to the last piece **They said he is fine, he is better off alone **All man to his demon, but mine is legion **They said he is lying, we can tell from his tone **Self righteous bastards, blinded by religion **I heard he died yesterday, oh rest his soul **Pay homage with your cash and flowers **I heard his life was barren, no seed to sow **He died of col

Stare of Death

Where am i? Tell me, don't lie Dark mist surrounds me, should i? Resist the black gaze who lies--- To your white and gloomy eyes. As stare of death multiplies Along with miserable cries The perfect in you denies All of my successful tries oh poor, your kindness dies sharp points, pushes my demise anxiety severed ties insults that's deeper than highs Breathing, cruel thing, promise Easiness who i want to seize Thing of life is this the price? His? I would prefer goodbyes.