DEATHBED
the wind is blowing
my last words fly
death is approaching
from where i cannot say
im lying on my deathbed struggling to breathe
coldness creeping up through my knees
now at my neck
I take my last breath
as i close my eyes
and i hear your sobbing goodbyes
i manage a smil
as hades takes my soul
and leaves my body behind
Poetry is finer and more philosophical than history; for poetry expresses the universal, and history only the particular.
Aristotle (384 BC-322 BC) Greek philosopher.
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
|---|---|---|
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| Beauty in our love | 1 | 02/28/2010 |
| i will KILL u | 1 | 02/20/2010 |
| Starless Nights | 1 | 02/19/2010 |
| i would die for u(this is my last poem) | 0 | 02/18/2010 |
| Nothin to fear but fear itself | 0 | 02/17/2010 |
| DEATHBED | 1 | 02/12/2010 |
| Gods Ways | 0 | 02/12/2010 |
| too young to die (in memory of cuzin jay) | 2 | 02/12/2010 |
| Love is dead to me | 1 | 02/07/2010 |
| Lovesick | 3 | 02/07/2010 |
| why are you still here? | 3 | 01/19/2010 |
| What is happiness? | 7 | 01/19/2010 |
| Afraid of myself | 5 | 11/26/2009 |
| to live | 3 | 10/10/2009 |
| MY LIFE IS AN UN READ POEM(song) | 5 | 07/04/2009 |
| Love in nature | 12 | 05/15/2009 |
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