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LYAS

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Even after death enough beautiful to see

Even after death enough beautiful to see
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Bisma Nadeem

FreeWriting

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.

The beyond
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Karo Black

FreeWriting

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
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Karo Black

FreeWriting

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
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Kech

FreeWriting

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

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Palace Of Literature

FreeWriting

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

Mr.Darkness and Me
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Chinedum Anayo

FreeWriting

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

A Life in Death
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VICTOR MAISHA

FreeWriting

DEATH ROW

Its a poem about a man who almost succumbed to drugs

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Noahstanleyehd

FreeWriting

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

Day of Boxing
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Viastra

FreeWriting

Ode to Death

Ode To Death

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Tazix

FreeWriting

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.

The haunting of are self
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Meev

FreeWriting

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.

When I die
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Guest

FreeWriting

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

DEATH OF A JAZZMAN

SM AMINUL

FreeImage

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

Love beats death
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Noahstanleyehd

FreeWriting

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

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lungsout / Danly Escudero

FreeImage

DEATH

This is an event poster that I made.

DEATH
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Vishnaj

FreeWriting

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.

Death of Phoenix
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Jofforka

FreeWriting

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

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Racekasedy

FreeWriting

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.

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Lone wolf

FreeWriting

Death and i

Death and I Death in the land living Living in the land of the dead Death has come again On his chariot of fire Walking down the streets Looking for its next victim I'm walking down the streets Oblivious Death and I Meet face to face On the battle ground of blood Fighting Clashing Until one prevails Death , may be strong But, I'm stronger Finally When the sun sets to the west And The moon rises at night I emerge victorious I Have conquered death Lone wolf

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