Five Senses of Death

by Hollow Emotion   Jul 20, 2009


Breathe,
this one last time.

Smell,
the surrounding grime.

Look,
every thing's dark and blurred.

Taste,
blood is not preferred.

Feel,
the ground in which you lye.

Hear,
my final goodbye.

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  • 14 years ago

    by AngelicDecadence

    "Feel,
    the ground in which you lye."
    "Lye" is supposed to be "lie"

    I like this, it's different. I've never seen anyone attempt to rhyme poems that are so short like this, but I think it was cute. (: Well done.

  • 14 years ago

    by Ray Smallshaw

    I get this poems drift though it is not to my taste not even unique see to many poems with this theme. I love simplicity but it just does not feel right to me The senses are our power and combine them with death one liners unless they to are powerful it doesn't work for me. LYE is also known as Caustic soda, LIE perhaps. I think your effort to make meter spoils the idea, Time and Grime 4/5 Ray S

  • 14 years ago

    by Hear You Me

    The title really drew me in, and im glad! its such a genius poem, definitely unique. brilliant poem x

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