Death (Poem by PoetPen)

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

A poem about the dance of death.

Life is full of Death

It comes everyday

It looms over us

Waiting to take it's prey

It's everywhere at once

Dancing it's horrible dance

Findingthosethat deserve to live

And take their last breath

It twists and turns in the air

Causing fear for us

Not knowing if we'll see another day

Not knowing if will see dusk

It haunts us day and night

Causing tears and grief

It's the world's best murderer

The one they can not see


Submitted: April 15, 2009

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Nick Weber

wow. that was powerful. my favorite part was at the end. "It's the world's best murderer, The one they can not see." when i read that part i got goosebumps. this was a phenominal poem. i enjoy reading your work.

Sun, April 19th, 2009 2:04am

JenDamsel

great work!

my fav lines are the first two.
Jenn

Sun, April 19th, 2009 3:29am

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