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Death on the Seas - Contemporary Nigerian Poetry

The world is seen by some as a sea (of efforts, hope, rewards) and everyone is seen as a sailor. Some sail through while some fall. This is a tribute to all those that fell.

Death

All the pain we hold All the gaps left All the sorrows we've gone through All the questions unanswered All the regrets Nothing will compensate that All the scars in our hearts All the wounds unhealed Not even love will heal them . That's why we no longer fear death. It's equal It's peaceful It's promising The peaceful ending ,the last minute of breathing as life leaves our body The satisfaction in the eyes That's what I long for It's not that we lost hope We got in terms with the facts.

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The world today

A poem by me on view of the word today, let me know your opinion. The world is in dismay and something needs to be done about it enough of the blood shed, human life matters. If you felt touched please love and go to my page to see more.. Thanks

The Death of a football Legand

Football legend Pelé has passed away at the age of 82. Viewed by many as the planet's finest footballer, Edson Arantes do Nascimento, known to the world as Pelé, adored the game and the game adored him back. Wherever he went, thousands of fans would follow, hoping to catch a glimpse of the three-time World Cup winner. At the age of 16, Pelé had already made his mark on the international stage, scoring on his debut against arch-rivals Argentina in 1957. One year later, his skills throughout the t

The Ripper

Death's Messenger

Gone

Gone I saw you on your death bed Your eyes were open , but you were unresponsive You did not blink , you gasped as your lungs begged for air I held your hand , your hand was warm I checked to see if you had a pulse , the veins on your neck showed where it formed I saw you on your death bed Your eyes were closed , you were gone No blinking , your lungs had given up in the war I held your hand , it was cold I checked your pulse , there was nothing to the touch I felt a second time and a third and

Jerry Springer

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DEATH - A Debt To Pay

"Please make sure you are ready for our outing; I'm on my way already" that was the last statement I told my wife I left my office joyfully around 5pm because we celebrate our 2 years wedding anniversary today. I've promised my wife and our beautiful daughter that I will take them out On my way, I called my wife to inform her that I'm on my way already. As I was going, the joy in me did not allow me to see the trailer in my front. I quickly press my car break but to no avail In a twinkle of an e

Alive, They're Overlooked. Dead, They're Celebrated: The Disconnect Between Life and Death.

Many people are overlooked and undervalued during their lives, but celebrated after their deaths. This article explores the disconnect between life and death, and offers ideas for bridging the gap.

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.

'DEATH' a POEM

a poem about death, and how it is end and where we find peace,

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

SILENT DEATH...

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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

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

Monday's Beans

A poem about losing a loved one.

Life after Death

Life after the death of my husband

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,

DEATH

The poem is about a country's situation. Insecurity of a country,the restless mind of its people