
Sometimes,
I find death to be the most interesting thing to think about.
Would there be flowers dropping from sky,
would my words fade away,
would my paintings be restored,
would there be angels coming from heaven
to carry me to their place,
would there be people to cry after I’m gone, gone far away?
I think about the death bed I lay in,
lifeless and motionless,
I think about the stories they talk,
about the flowers, it’s fragrance,
about the cries, it’s voices,
I’m surrounded with.
I have watched death changing oneβs life,
I have watched death changing a person,
I have watched death transforming lives,
I have watched death teaching what life is.
I wonder, what my death can
do in the lives I had been a part of,
I wonder, if i would be lost, buried
like autumn leaves,
if i would slowly get lost
from their memories.
I ask to myself,
If death is peace,
If death is silence,
If death is an end.
Is this because why death is fascinating,
they do so much in many lives?
It is pain, scar, pressure, sadness and sobs.
Death is a change,
people are ephemeral,
life is an evanescent memory on the whole.
Just in the last post, I said I couldn’t make time to write about sadness however I wrote this piece last week and edited it today. Dark poems coming on the way! π
Will catch up with the posts I missed in a couple of days. Thank you so much for being around and making my days more brighter, happier with your beautiful comments. β€
Lovely piece as always, dear friend Hema! A soul-crushing poem. Death is suffocating to even think about.
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Yesss! Thank you so much for reading! β€οΈ
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Beautiful write dear Sissy. β£οΈβ£οΈ
Death is inevitable yet we do so much while we live. Thank you for sharing this wonderful poem with us. ππ
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Hehe thank you so much for reading πβ€οΈ
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This piece is simply beautiful, my dear friend! You did a wonderful job of describing death in a way that connects to the heart, I could feel each word. Amazing message and amazingly done π€π€
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Thank you so much for reading and dropping this beautiful comment! β€οΈ
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you’ll be the death of me people did shout,
he’s a trouble causer keep him out,
and all along life like a spring sprang about,
in the shop keepers shout with his banana I run out,
in Mrs Smiths dispair as I snipped off her hair pretending it was curlers carefully put there,
you’ll be the death of me people did shout,
until one day I had a tooth to pull out,
a hole in my mouth the likes I’d never seen,
I wish I’d brushed more and kept them clean,
then pushed up came another bigger than the other,
nice and white it gleamed,
for in death there is life and vice versa it so seems,
it is a matter of perspective and of energy unseen,
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This is sad, very sad ! π₯Ί
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everything has its timeβ¦ be strongβ¨
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Indeed. Thank you so much for reading π
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Beautiful Hema! Dark poems awaitef
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Hahaaa ! Thank you so much Ziii β€οΈ
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I wonder about death a lot too, and I wish I didn’t π. Sometimes I just think how depressing it is…how everything will be for nothing for one day. Those are bad thoughts I TRY not to dwell on. Loved your post though! π
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I feel the same too. Since it is considered a bad omen we are asked to not talk or think about it.
Thank you so much for reading, Nehal! β€οΈ
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SMiLes Dear Hemalatha
So Many Deaths In Nature
For Nature to Evolve As Us
What A Gift Death
Is Or All Would
Be Stone
Perhaps
A Machine
With No Breath
All Our Ancestors
Holding Hands in Life
All the Furry Creatures
With Warm Blooded HeARTS
To Even Make Love Possible
For Humans to Create
Every Leaf
Still Holds
Branches of Trees
Every Fall Leaf
Is September’s
Promise for
A New Spring
Fertilizing Winter
Soils So New Souls
of Sapling Trees Will Rise Again…
For
Death
There
Is Greater
Life to come still
my FRiEnD As Stars
Burst Dying in Crucible
Fire of the Flowers and
Seeds Super Nova Explosions
Resurrecting Gaseous Star Dust
Still Comes as Iron in Our Blood
Stream And Core of Earth Same
FLoWinG
Death
Is Life
As Night
Brings Day
And DarK Brings LiGHT
From No Thing to ALL We
See Be And Do to BRinG A SMiLe..:)
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This last stanza! β€οΈπ₯Ί
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SMiLes Dear
Hemalatha
Last
Stanzas
Only First
Dances Of
New Poems
To Sing FreeπβΊοΈβ€οΈ
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Hema, your words weigh heavy. And I am minded towards Colours of Madness as she has travelled a road less travelled. Do, please, check out her blog. I hold her words close too. Big hug. Alec
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Yes, sure! Checking out the blog right away!!
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Beautiful! And this totally validates me, because I had written about death too, and my husband wrote a song about it, Six Feet Away, and a friend said, βnobody wants to think about deathβ! Ha!
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I know right! It’s a very common thought. Do share the link to your husband’s song would love to listen it!
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Thank you, Hemalatha! Hereβs the link:
https://www.n1m.com/richardmurrey/song/997932-6-feet-away
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A beautiful, reflective poem, Hema.
Death is a popular topic in art, literature, and dramas. Death can be a tragedy or a welcome relief, depending on the circumstances. Some people fight to live; others choose to end their lives. Some people live a long time, but waste their lives; others accomplish a lot in a very brief life. Some people are killers; others save lives. The possibilities are endless!
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Thank you so much for reading and sharing this, ma’am! β€οΈ
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A fantastic piece, dear Hema. Much to love about this poem, and this line is my favorite, βDeath is a change,
people are ephemeral,
life is an evanescent memory on the whole.β Fantastic. π
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Thank you so much β€οΈ
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Youβre always welcome, my friend. β€οΈ
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A very thought provoking poem Hemalatha. I typed out a poem on the subject of death too but mine’s a different take.Have not published yet though.
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Thank you so much, ma’am β€οΈ
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i’ve personally had a phase where i dwelled on this fact a lot, i still do, and i love this post so much. your poem captures the emotion and i love how you’ve articulated it.
“I find death to be the most interesting thing to think about.
Would there be flowers dropping from sky,
would my words fade away,
would my paintings be restored,
would there be angels coming from heaven
to carry me to their place,
would there be people to cry after Iβm gone, gone far away?”
this stanza ππ₯Ί
p.s. waiting for more dark poetry, love itttt β€
i think you'd like to check this out – https://theetherealunicorn.wordpress.com/2020/07/24/can-you-fix-a-broken-heart/
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Thank you so much for reading, Rishika β€οΈ
Checking out your post right now!
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you was born dying
cradle to tomb
uteri ya momma s womb
no need ta ask why
is all i am saying
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Deep words! π₯Ί
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Ah, that is a very heavy poem indeed. Well written Hema.
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Thank you so much!
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Welcome π
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At times some small incidents in nature or around us triggers such deep thoughts. Profound reflections on death Hema!
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Thank you so much, ma’am β€οΈ
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Beautifully written, Hemalatha…the imagery of death you created is so lively…that’s why we keep dying to relive from the deep…I see death that way π«
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That’s a nice perspective. Thank you so much for reading, Navin! β€οΈ
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You’re welcome Hemalatha β€οΈ
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Our goal is death.
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We ultimately end up dying π
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