Baskadia

Forever

Clouds got darker. Wind started to flow fast. It felt like the sky is going to cry hard. But nothing affected the pale man sitting in the dirty ground with the lifeless body of his lover on his lap. Not a single drop of tear left his eyes. He stared at the pale face of his lover engraving every feature into his heart. His love looked so peaceful, so calm. A small smile still visible on those blue lips. He stared and stared, his eyes emotionless until the first drop of rain fall onto his face. He

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

What I feel when I am Alone?

The life becomes complicated when you are at a dark side.This darkness is the shadow of your lonliness and psychological problem.A deadly storm seems to be coming towards you but doesn't.A time which never stops giving you pain and hard ways.All the abilities of gaining attention and moving forward are prisoned.Thus is lonliness. You feel a silence among a crowd and thirst in the middle of an ocean.You feel losing everything by mind.In a colorful room, the feeling are colorless.The taste of life

Monday's Beans

A poem about losing a loved one.

An Elegy

When all the world's merely a stage As William Shakespeare famously said. You live, you grow and eventually age Then close your eyes as you're laid to bed. A soul that rises to love's soft embrace Soon retires to coldness, death abreast, Upon the echo of eternal rest, And the bell that tolls a mournful face. The earth beneath hums its own lullabies, As the wind whispers his gentle caress Of bittersweet mem'ries and goodbyes, No more pains and regrets to suppress Every heartache finally put to re

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

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

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.

A BALLOON SELLER SELLS HIS BREATH TILL DEATH TO SPREAD HAPPINESS. WHILE HE CANT TASTE ANY OF IT.

Ode to Death

Ode To Death

AKÉ : rich or death

In a small, struggling town, lived a man named Aké. Born into poverty and faced with dire circumstances, Aké found himself making difficult choices to survive. He embarked on a perilous path, resorting to criminal activities to obtain money. Despite the desperation that fueled his actions, he never lost sight of his original dreams of escaping poverty. Aké's life took a dark turn as he became entangled in a web of illicit activities. He engaged in theft, fraud, and other unsavory deeds, driven b

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.

Live after death

In shadows deep, where whispers fade, A realm unknown, where souls cascade, The afterlife, a mystic realm, Where life's true essence takes the helm. No longer bound by earthly chains, A new existence, where spirit gains, A canvas vast, where dreams take flight, In endless day or tranquil night. From mortal coil, we gently part, A journey to another start, In realms unseen, we find our way, A chance to bloom, a brighter day. With memories held, and love embraced, In afterglow, we find our place,

Psychopomp; Death's race

This is a sad and a reality check poem, it shows how the end of life is processed. How the end of the body leads to the passage of the soul to the afterlife led by a Psychopomp, who is the guidance of souls to be taken to their judgement.

DEATH

oh Death! who are you? speak out that people may hear! you were thought to be good and loving little did I know that you bring sorrow to many and no joy oh! how people dread you oh Death! who are you? you bark like a dog And roar like a lion your actions, like the nitrogen the serpent Oh Death! Who are you? you visit the joyful among the afflicted you are found in you dare the rich, ignoring every bribe, gratification and security the poor, you increase their sorrow you sharpen your sting at the

Even after death enough beautiful to see

THE DEATH OF AN ELAND

Story of a ranger who meets a lonely wounded girl in a bush.They feel sorry for the girl though they do nothing to help her.

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

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