Here is another one of my poems from high school. I have wrote many poems about life and death in a good or bad outlook. This one is in a dark way. This is entitled "Death."
It lurks in the deep dark
Even in this world of light
It may leave a terrifying mark
That shatters your hearty sight
IT has evolved through generations
From an ignorant baby to a slaughterer
All over it has its dominations
As the greatest life reaper
A monster yet a guide
To your sweet Nirvana
Or someone who takes your side
To the fire-infested Hellena
Its smile will give you a fearful frown
Its voice will give you a cold chill
Its gaze will make you look down
Yet to others, a terrible thrill
Be fearful of its eyes
Still, empty and shattering red
Screaming of its victim’s cries
Till you are dead, dead, dead
Be powerless of its voice
Full of beauty and cold evil
Mysteriously and silently a noise
Till you’re soul is gone and shriveled
Be depressed of its smile
Sharp, slimy and blue
Making you so fragile
Till you’re not you
Yes, Death is in the midst
Be careful and be patient
It might be man or beast
You might be its next client
Just remember to fear nothing
‘Cause you’ll be one of us
It’ll give you a slashing
You’ll die and become dust
Yes, you are next!
And you’ll surely cry
Your body will be totally flexed
And then you’ll die.
It lurks in the deep dark
Even in this world of light
It may leave a terrifying mark
That shatters your hearty sight
IT has evolved through generations
From an ignorant baby to a slaughterer
All over it has its dominations
As the greatest life reaper
A monster yet a guide
To your sweet Nirvana
Or someone who takes your side
To the fire-infested Hellena
Its smile will give you a fearful frown
Its voice will give you a cold chill
Its gaze will make you look down
Yet to others, a terrible thrill
Be fearful of its eyes
Still, empty and shattering red
Screaming of its victim’s cries
Till you are dead, dead, dead
Be powerless of its voice
Full of beauty and cold evil
Mysteriously and silently a noise
Till you’re soul is gone and shriveled
Be depressed of its smile
Sharp, slimy and blue
Making you so fragile
Till you’re not you
Yes, Death is in the midst
Be careful and be patient
It might be man or beast
You might be its next client
Just remember to fear nothing
‘Cause you’ll be one of us
It’ll give you a slashing
You’ll die and become dust
Yes, you are next!
And you’ll surely cry
Your body will be totally flexed
And then you’ll die.
3 comments:
One word: "Beautiful"
The poem gives me a chill down my spine because the poem speaks of a universal truth, death.
Keep up the great work! ^_^
i liked this..its very true!!nice..i've been exposed to death coz my father passed away..i can relate to what you wrote..see my poems on the incident at http://revelationswithin.blogspot.com
you may be able to relate to it..
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