Death doesn't know age,
it's just a number on a stone.
Death doesn't know names,
just written on something cold
and the shoutings when loved ones wake alone.
Death doesn't know love,
just memories from stories told
by loved ones left to grieve alone.
Death doesn't know patience,
it takes when it has urges.
Death doesn't know loneliness,
it comes in numbers.
Death doesn't know tears,
for it too, cries alone.
Death doesn't know innocence,
it takes the angels, even the littlest.
So many things Death doesn't know,
so many times it has come knockin at my door.
One day I will let it in
and share with it, teach it, let it know
all the things it still doesn't know.
I will give Death the dates,
the times
the places
of all the loved ones,
it has taken.
I will share with Death
every name
of every soul,
it took before their time.
I will give the tears
it has caused,
I will let Death know,
even though it may not feel
those it takes from
is the wost steal.
I will look Death in the eyes
and beg for it to stop
afterall, with so many lost
heaven is getting full.
But of all the things, Death still doesn't know...
Author notes
I dont know whether I like this one. Some lines just dont seem to 'fit'
Of all the things Death doesn't know...I am one soul that wants to be taken.
Please tell me what you honestly think.
Please tell me what you think
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This is a very emotional and passionate take on the somewhat unfathomable effects of the death of loved ones.
I like the way you have used Death and how that those left behind are truly the victims of Death, not those that are taken. Playing devil's advocate, it makes me think and muse, how do the people who have died view death (if there is such a thing as the afterlife), is Death someone/something that has taken them away from all that they love, leaving a feeling of resentfulness, or is Death nothing more than a friend and companion on the journey to the next stage?
Good write.
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Wow. That was such an intense and painful write. I felt a lot of anger in there as well, though more subtle, like trying to make sense of chaos. Write on.
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My Heart Quivers in pain
From this insightful write. I feel a loss so deep from my Brothers death and my son before that. I too would wish that it was ended, but I have another son who needs me very much. I can only make do with getting through each day with a heart aching and overwelmed by grief at times. Feys Realm
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oh wow this is really really good it sent sivers down my spine. i love it its on a topic ive never read about and it fascinates me the way you think so deeply. i agree with you that some lines seem a little out of place but in my opinion it doesnt change how great this poem is. you seem to have alot of thoughts and you pen them well. keep going!!!
much love ~Haunted~
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OOh i really liked this poem its so dark hehe I really really like it lol one of my favorites...You are very talented keep writing I cant wait to read some more!
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Dont change anything!
Absolutely great.
Thank you so much for the medal, I am glad you liked my poem.
I feel that once you write something down, you wrote it for a reason, dont change it and if anybody tells you different then they are CRAZY!!
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I really like this...it made me feel...I don't even know how to describe it. It's eerie because it's Death- and imagining someone standing up to Death and teaching it things...that is a wonderful idea. Great write, truly.
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So true .. fantastic .. so well written .. deliberate profound meanings in a raw, simple way ... overflowing with emotion of the pen. Excellent ...
~Ryan~
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I love this poem because it's so true. I love that in poetry, when it has truth in it. I think that you should keep up your great writing.
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wow. thats a really clever and original poem. Really thoughtprovoking. Well done i think this is areally good write. Really dark and a bit depressing and sad but very good. Well done :
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Well written. Loved the wording. Enthralling write, Dark and powerful.
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loved it
honestly? i love it -
you write some great, powerful stuff. definitely not something one can fake. thank you for sharing these poems here in AP. tho in truth... i do believe death DOES know... and uses what it knows to suit itself.
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I will give Death the dates,
the times
the places
of all the loved ones,
it has taken.
I will share with Death
every name
of every soul,
it took before their time.
I will give the tears
it has caused,
I will let Death know,
even though it may not feel
those it takes from
is the wost steal.
Those are the lines i like the best they flow so good with each other and they are all so true good write i love it.
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