Poems About Death
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I lay upon this grassy mound
To talk... -
Shrill, the silent cry of an unborn baby.
She squawks with a squeal cry... -
Is it worth the risk?
You can't lose what you don't have... -
When I stopped believing in Santa Claus,
I stopped believing in God... -
Africans, my people;
I have heard your call,wailing and weeping... -
Melancholy prevails yet again
Watch me crumble and count to ten... -
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Now lying here all beat to pulp and red
I do suppose it’s time to join those rows... -
It was almost as if I were dead.
My bones felt so heavy... -
Where there is death
there is death... -
The birds will not sing in the trees this day.
The bees will not buzz about, busying themselves... -
It's a dead man's party
that I know for sure... -
Satan laughing spreads his wings to shelter his...
Though not his own he took me in...