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Death/Decay Poems

This is a collection of all death, decay and generally not so nice emotions. I have many people to thank for submitting these, thier names are included with the poems. Email me any ones you have that you think would work well on here!


As best as possible I am putting who wrote the poems, but sometimes theres conflicting information, so if you see a mistake, let me know.

    My life closed twice

    My life closed twice before its close;
    It yet remains to see
    If Immortality unveil
    A third event to me,

    So huge, so hopeless to conceive,
    As those that twice befell.
    Parting is all we know of heaven,
    And all we need of hell.

    - Emily Dickinson, entered by Stephanie Orstad

    The Poison Tree

    I was angry with my friend:
    I told my wrath, my wrath did end.
    I was angry with my foe:
    I told it not, my wrath did grow.

    And I watered it in fears
    Night and morning with my tears,
    And I sunned it with smiles
    And with soft,deceitful wiles.

    And it grew both day and night,
    Till it bore an apple bright,
    And my foe beheld it shine,
    And he knew that it was mine.

    And into the garden stole,
    When night had veiled the pole.
    In the morning glad I see
    My foe outstretched beneath the tree.

    Unknown

    I believe in the Sun,
    Even when it's not shinning.
    I believe in Love,
    Even when I feel it not.
    I believe in God,
    Even when he is silent.
    -unknown(found on a wall in a WWII camp)

    Victims of Regret

    The words that were never spoken, the dreams that
    never came true,
    Unrequited love, and the plans that were never carried
    through.
    And still the words were never spoken, and all the
    questions remained,
    And the dreams that never came true, nightmares they
    became,
    And the unrequited lover, numb to life because of his
    pain.
    And the abandoned plans crumbled to dust and melted in the rain.
    Choose to speak and keep dreams alive.
    Choose to live and not to cry
    Choose to do and never to die.
    It all depends on how hard you try.

    - Erin Brady


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