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She lived a good lie The sun and the moon rose and passed by The air around her became toxic Days after days Nights after nights Children's voices chanting a lullaby Aging was a sin
Time passed by quickly. The days flew by followed by weeks and months and years; Some people died and some were born instead, Some were joyful and other plagued by dread.
No one told me that I would suffer for the muse. I wake up; I think of her. I write; I think of her. I eat, drink, sleep; I think of her. She never thinks of me.
Death can't bring about life but that wasn't so in Jesus's case.When he died, it brought about immortality for the Human Race.Because of Jesus's death, the dead will not perish, they will live forever.
I am all drained out- I am not afraid-of the Everlasting Darkness There is no light It is only he-
You were certain the girl was deadSixteen, long blond hair that went down to her waist, shimmering jade green eyesDressed in a white nightie and sandals like a hippie in Monterey Bay in the 60's
As long as I can live, I'll be able to do my things. One thousand years from now, will be few days for me. As my soul is by itself, the lonely I will feel. After the world is on me,
Mortal blood of a broken life Fiery passion ignites its end Turning away from light Thy will darkness shall bend
We're condemn to this life Whether we like it or not To wither away And fall to our death The cycle begins All over again
We all fear the most inevitable of outcomes The day our lungs give out and the blackness swallows us Swallows us like the pills we used to cling desperately to
Quem di diligunt, Adolescens moritur Everything evaporates before the Fall. Only with death can we feel the ancient longing to be free And in my longing I recall
Deathless king upon his throne withered flesh and hands of Bone, Trinkets of gold, now long Dull The silver crown upon his Skull, Tattered robes and rusted Sword
They’re all dead. For the fifth time, they’re all dead. The last one is in the ground. I’m all alone again. And next week I’ll be twenty-six again. I’m always twenty-six. I’ve been twenty-six nearly five-hundred times.