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POEM STARTER
Write a poem with the title 'Life Lessons from Death'.
Consider what Death might want to impart on those who can experience living, and the voice that Death might speak from.
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You’d think death would be late for lessons,
But it seems to be the perfect time,
For the living,
And the left behind.
It runs in my head on a constant loop,
All the things I should have said and done.
I cannot forgive myself,
And I cannot move on.
Maybe one day when I die,
I’ll finally be back by your side,
Just know each time I think of you,
I can’t help but to cry.
I knew better,
I was selfi...
Right now you are living
And that living is enough.
Yes, now you are living
And that living can be tough
On even the best of us.
You might cry every day
And breathe through your nights
But today is the day
That brings those gentle lights
To meet your open eye.
This evening you are happy
And the world goes on spinning
But you are here, happy
And clouds are thinning
As the phone is ringing.
They d...
“Oh my, it’s time, my dear.”
“Please, Reaper, I don’t want to go!
Not yet, oh please, please, sir!”
“It’s time to go.”
Death knows no specific date,
Nor time, nor hour—
Life is fragile,
It wavers and falters at every turn.
Live your life until the Reaper calls,
Explore the world,
Touch the grass and the trees,
Play with the animals,
Taste, smell, hear, see as much as you can.
Make loved ones al...
There’s a joke that ends with — huh?
It’s the bomb saying here is your father.
Now here is your father inside
your lungs. Look how lighter
the earth is — afterward.
To even write father
is to carve a portion of the day
out of a bomb-bright page.
There’s enough light to drown in
but never enough to enter the bones
& stay. Don’t stay here, he said, my boy
broken by the name...
Do not be bitter when I come for you,
For I must come like a cold December wind,
Dreaded, as is a winter’s day,
Nevertheless, I must descend.
Think not of me as malice, a thief in the night,
But as the hand that gathers fallen leaves,
Homecoming, a soldiers final fight.
A promise kept, a bittersweet release.
Though shadows lengthen with each step I take,
And fear May whisper tales of endless ...
I don’t have that much to say, so do not see me in this way.
I only have a list for you, I hope you’ll find it useful, too.
Read carefully, and please do heed these words that I give, indeed.
For all you need to know to rest is some words of advice from your friend, Death.
1. Think of me often. No, I’m not kidding, think of your coffin.
If you do, you’ll daily remember that January is a blink fr...
1. Don’t confide in her
She’ll just explode
2. Don’t hug her
She’ll feel embarrassed
3. Don’t express love
It’ll make her sad
4. Don’t cry
It’ll make her powerful
5. Don’t feel
It’ll make her uncomfortable
6. Don’t love
Even though you’re together
It’s too much feeling
7. Don’t express disliking
It’ll make her mad
Life lessons from someone who died for you
I loved you
I lived for you
And...
I've seen more lives than you could fathom
The immortal life of a stygian phantom
I've seen the strongest of man crumble,
And only I could make them humble.
I've seen the broken learn to survive,
Just to die before they thrive
Good or bad when your time has come,
Ill be there when you succumb.
I am not in the pursuit of life,
Nor to rid the world of strife.
My only job to steal your breath,
creat...
Desiccated husks
In soaking soil
Anemic leaves heave pitifully
Tucked in dim corners
Lifting yellowing branches to the light
I check for sticky puffs of pests
Dipping my index from pot to pot
I move from desert to tropics
I learn from the losing
The roots rotted and
The pots that slip from my hands
Flaccid stems, exhausted leaves sleep on willing soil
Over sunburnt leaves
I learn about sur...
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