
Death is feared.
But every time something dies, something new appears.
Full of life.
Totally unaware of death that came before the sunrise…

Death is feared.
But every time something dies, something new appears.
Full of life.
Totally unaware of death that came before the sunrise…

Death.
Life.
Being.
All so important topics.
That we go on every day,
Without knowing what to say.
We just feel alive!
We just experience loss…
And at these moments,
We are in loss of words.
And somehow that makes sense.
That we stand silent in front of our self.
And express what we feel in verse…
Death.
Life.
Being.
Does it matter what they mean at the end of the day?
All I know is that I feel bad.
All I know is that I feel well.
(And that these feelings have something more to say…)
Source: Affiliated site Death Poetry

~ New death poem from Death-Poetry.com
Change me and I will change you.
As well as the cosmos we are in.
And that will also change other things in return.
That will affect something else.
Until the tide of change affects everything.
And my new self, wakes up in a new world.
To do things under a new sun.
In a place where nothing is the same as the day before.
Funny.
Now that I see everything changed, I feel safe.
For everything is dead.
And still.
The sun will rise again!
Source: Related site Death-Poetry.com