Death

Dark and cold

Is the sting of death.

Clinging and chilling,

Until the last breath.

Like a sweet rose,

Gently touched with dew,

When the soft petals fall;

Only God can renew.

 

 

Reviews

[Deborah Leah Krempa]

Thank you for this lovely poem. Well written. I've written many poems about my son's death and I tend to look on the gloomy side but this one give a sense of peace, beauty and hope. Thank you for sharing. Debileah

[Secretly Jealous]

wow! captured the concept so well, loved it.

[Helen Woodward]

Beautiful, just beautiful! So true, yet when you are faced with it you don't think like this...I wish! You're angry at God, then after a while you are forced to lean on him...heavily... and you're on the way to healing....

[James K. Blaylock]

wow,this one blew me straight away. i really loved it deeply. i seem to write a whole lot about death myself. keep up the great writes.

[Iretex2012]

thats good.. take a look at some of my work. I think you would like it...
Elizabeth