death
Funeral Blues
Funeral Blues a poem by W. H. Auden Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone, Prevent...
A Stopping Place
A Stopping Place written by: R.E Hengsterman @robhengsterman The pre-arrival of my arrival is the loss of a...
Business Of Death
Business Of Death written by: Arun Dash These mortal remains That you drag home, Unswervingly, For a...
Thow Shall Prepare A Place
Thow Shall Prepare A Place written by: Asceticquill Coat me with sprinkles of sweet sorrow forget me...
Amor, Tiempo Y Muerte
Amor, Tiempo y Muerte written by: Ibán Se reflejaban en el cristal de sus ojos todas las...
Blue
Blue written by: Tricia Stirling @mooncalftricia It was already October, but Sabine didn’t remember until late in...
The Reaper’s Call
The Reaper’s Call written by: Laura Hughes @SweetPea_1977 I hear the reaper calling. It’s a terrifying sound....
Fear
Fear written by: Criss Tripp @CrissTripp I’m inside your coffee, and inside your movies. Between your sheets,...
Shadows
Shadows written by: A Murky Mind Their eyes met A cold chill Running her spine Hair standing...
The Trip And Fall On Their Lives
The Trip And Fall On Their Lives written by: Eddie Awusi Old age belongs to those who...
Grim Reaper
Grim Reaper written by: Verona Jones @VeronaJ57 Death sends adults shivering Beneath full moon’s blood red haze Under...
Ode to Stephen Dowling Bots, Dec’d.
Ode to Stephen Dowling Bots, Dec’d. a poem by Mark Twain And did young Stephen sicken, And...
