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Write a poem about the way you hope to die.
Ended May 7, 2015 • 12 Entries • Created by Balcony_Singer
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Write a poem about the way you hope to die.
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Burrfoot

The Fri(end)

I walked many paths to reach where I belong,

Been through many trials, who knew I could be so strong

I'm glad I led a life so full with so few regrets

Taking the initiative, knowing when to hedge my bets

Of course, I've made a few mistakes along the way

But I've stayed true to myself and sleep easy at the end of the day

No front, no disguise, no attempt to be part of any pack

Proud to be me and not bothered by whispers behind my back

I can stand proud and know I had many a true friend 

Loyalties built of truth and trust and a shoulder upon which to depend

Now that the time to leave is very close to hand

My friends gather round, joining from across the land

In their prayers and thoughts I don't want any to be sad

Rather to reflect and say 'he was the best friend I ever had.'

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Rev_Frenchie

Not From Sadness, But I Don’t Want To Be Old And Feeble

Happy and content

At the strong hand of myself

I will choose goodbye

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Yowwa

Death

With kind words to say,

And my friends gathered around,

A tear, then goodbye.

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Valerie

Spent

Burnt out and burnt up,

a black wick in a pool of

hot wax, smoldering in

stubborn determination

until something blows me

out and sends me unto

oblivion, I want to know

I lived my life and didn’t

leave things to question,

there will be desires that

were not fulfilled, such is

the way of things, but the

QUESTIONS of what could

have been must have been

tried, tested, and found

wanting or made real, I

will never be laid to rest

unless I know I tried to do

that which my passions

dictated, I will roll over in

my grave if I put them on

the backburner until the

embers were cold, my

ghost will haunt the earth

tortured by thoughts of

maybe and might have

been, better to have

chased those dreams

and failed than never to

have chased at all.

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Karlacaldera

what a morbid thought

of course I do no hope to die

I intend to live forever

however, under the inevitable circumstance that is called the circle of life,

I know there must come a day

when that day comes

I hope to die in complete peace

maybe in my sleep

maybe a casual fall

whatever it is

Just don't let me know that I'm dead

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GlynJenkins

It’s Coming

There’s only one winner,

Nothing to fight,

Embrace the endless night.

This one way street,

It’s a cold fact,

No coming back.

It’s predictable,

So no tears,

No fear.

The way to go?

I don’t know,

Enjoy the show.

Painless would be nice,

End on high,

With time to say goodbye.

The way I hope to die?

With nothing left to do,

And you all knowing I love you.

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MurkCrary

I hope for death

when it comes to the last grain of sand, in my hourglass

I make a wish , on the way my body makes end and soul pass

That as the sun peaks, to awaken the inhabitants alive

it would grant me the wings to ascend to the sky

That the humidity is mild so I can feel earth's damp air

That the wind is just a breeze, to spread my wings with flair

That the clouds create a hole in a circle that I may proceed through

To make me understand my presence is highly welcomed, in the blue

I wish that It to be as peaceful as the slip into a state of sleep

I suppose that's why they're cousins, escape is so sweet

I wish that the lessons I learned here that were man enforced

are wiped from my canvas, so that simpler things are adorn

I wish for any indiscretion my body may have had in it's shell

is cast as I make it to my destination, to the pits of eternal hell

I wish that the love that I truly enjoyed, would be around my being

That only the happiest and grandest things will be the one's that I'm seeing.

I wish for my send off, to be one in my rest, regardless the age I attain

It's foolish to give numbers so much respect

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Deiticlast

With Her in my arms, three hundred years from now. (Hopefully they'll be coming up with some great geriatric drugs before I get old.)

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Gymnastics

No

I refuse to think how I want to die until the time comes.

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Emmagracekrout

Death

Oh how I hope to die, maybe with a tie, maybe a stranger, giving me the evil eye. Maybe I trip and fall, and die of a hit in the head, or maybe a heart attack that makes me fall dead. Oh how I hope to die, so many ways, but really I just want to die of old age.