The inevitable last platform where we all must finally lay..
How to swim across the river we all call life Just my own suggestion take it with a punch of salt..
This is a feeling poem of all who feel dead on their dying hospy beds till they return home ...
Some queer thoughts about death and dying! Oh! No, no... it's about living, if you can see what I mean!
This article gives the Pain and vain In Death of our beloved ones
This is the question that has troubled many.Others don't even believe whether there is life beyond death.Who should we go for; for answers? Read on.
a reminder, a wake up call, something to jolt us into rethinking our priorities ...
This is the last time i am returning here some one needs to chase the destroyers
This poem may be unlike any you have seen before. It's about 100 lines and at times may confuse you. I suggest reading the poem at the very least four times before placing judgement on it. I hope you enjoy.
Death is unavoidable. Live long enough and you will bury someone that you care about. The recent death of a longtime friend in a tragic accident left me to ponder the true meaning of "death is the only guarantee in life."
We come across Death and Departure in life. Sometimes, it becomes difficult to accept them. It takes years to recover and begin thinking with maturity that "It's life". I too came across a death in my family.
All human beings have fears. The physical fears are natural ones but the psychological fears are created by our own minds. These psychological fears are chief cause of our sorrows. They are gone, once you realize you create and nurse them consciously or unconsciously.
Now, do you still have fear for death, scared of it?
Human life is very small and unpredictable for sure .sometimes it really gets difficult to handle life's surprises...
We all know that at some point in our lives we will have to face the reality of our physical being on earth coming to an end.
A poem of heartbreak and that life is never without meaning, even in it's darkest days.
A look at a soul's sovereign right to choose to be here or not and the recent passing of Dr. Kevorkian, champion of this right.
Death Is Sleep! And Minds eye, are two philosophical poems to help human minds understand themselves better.
Demons of Death Whisper By. Come, your time has come, close all chapters,
I wrote this as a form of expression to symbolize the loss of innocense and the over all loss of ones old self and becoming anew changing into what you fear
Probably my favourite myth poem so far. I was challenged to write a myth poem and ended up writing several because I couldn't get one that exactly matched the challenge of three fish on a postcard.