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theocean06
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Uplifting poems about death?
#3625697 - 01/13/05 09:20 PM (19 years, 2 months ago) |
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Hello, can you guys give me some really good poems about death, but rather then the poems being a downer (I know, death isn't exactly a mood lifter), have it be kind of an uplifting poem. Somewhere where they look at death as something positive instead of a negative, end of it all kind of piece.
Thank you
(I know I posted this in the Art forum, but I would need something by tomorrow, and that forum is kind of dead)
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ToTheSummit
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Re: Uplifting poems about death? [Re: theocean06]
#3625782 - 01/13/05 09:39 PM (19 years, 2 months ago) |
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OK, try this one. Its called "Bonehead Bill" by Robert Service.
This was written during WWI. He wrote a lot of poetry about the war in these days. The setting of a poem is a man on the front lines of WWI. The page I have linked to even has a short forward written by the author about what was inspiring him at the time he wrote this particular verse.
Read it here
Maybe this is not uplifting enough, but its all that came to mind right off the bat.
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Re: Uplifting poems about death? [Re: ToTheSummit]
#3625873 - 01/13/05 10:08 PM (19 years, 2 months ago) |
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Ehh... fucking Emos...
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Re: Uplifting poems about death? [Re: theocean06] 1
#3625990 - 01/13/05 10:40 PM (19 years, 2 months ago) |
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Whether one passes on or remains is all the same. That you can take no one with you is the only difference. Ah, how pleasant! Two awakenings and one sleep. This dream of a fleeing world! The roseate hues of early dawn!
Tokugawa Ieyasu
-------------------- "I'm afraid of losing my obscurity. Genuineness only thrives in the dark. Like celery." - Aldous Huxley
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Re: Uplifting poems about death? [Re: theocean06] 1
#3626002 - 01/13/05 10:44 PM (19 years, 2 months ago) |
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THE CITY OF GOD by Aleister Crowley
Day after day we crawled Beneath the leaden, flat, Featureless heaven, across dull emerald Field after field, whereon no aureate Sunrise awakened earth's Magnificant, Save at the marge where, rimmed with duller pines, Dun earth mixed with black heaven, there unsealed A red eye glowing through that furtive field, As if the bloodhound of Eternity Tracked the thief Time. Remorseless rain Beat down, pale piteous monotony, Upon the inexplorable plain.
A gnome that staggers under the grim load Set on his back by God, Might pity our weak jolting as we moved Hopelessly, yet inevitably, on, Under who knows what senseless goad, Unlovable as unloved, Towards the evasive horizon That mocked us without laughter, wrapped In its own cynic sleep, Careless of the vitalities it trapped, Not sanguine from the blood it lapped, Not living from the life it sapped, But in eternal gloom, Its own soul's tomb. This was the sombre way we went -- Not eloquent of death, since death is change, But of some tideless ocean sad and strange Beneath a mute, immobile firmament, The sun himself struck silent at the nod Of some more awful God. [5] We were so far from the one city we sought That we had never hoped; and so despair Never built bastions against the thought That we might -- in some ultimate -- be there. Sunset and dawn were but the same red eye, The first behind us and the last before, Nor was the night more leaden than the day, Since -- to see less no worse than to see more, Sight's limit being that monotony Of grievous green and grey!
Wonder could no more touch the soul. The dawn Broke as it peers had broken -- when we found Ourselves in an enchanted ground Where all the plain was suddenly withdrawn, And we were in the midst of alien races And monstrous market places Where no man marked us. An armed man stood out From the bright-coloured rabble: he was black From head to foot, save for the peacock's plumes That were his crest -- then was this wonderland Storied Baghdad or silken Samarcand? Kashgar the envied? Yarkand the yak's mart? Himis of holy men beyond utmost wrack Of Himalaya? Pride of Jhelum's strand, Srinagar, happiest hope of every heart? Oh! but the warrior signed for us to loose Our shoes, for that the ground whereon we trod Was holy already from profaner use, Being the outskirts of the City of God.
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Re: Uplifting poems about death? [Re: theocean06]
#3626019 - 01/13/05 10:48 PM (19 years, 2 months ago) |
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Don't know if this is what you are looking for...but here it is.
I Am Free
Don't grieve for me, for now I'm free I am following the path that God laid for me. I took his hand when I heard him call, I turned my back and left it all. I could not stay another day, to laugh, to love, to work or play. Tasks left undone must stay that way, I found that peace at the close of the day. If my parting has left a void, then fill it with remembered joy. A friendship shared, a laugh, a kiss, Ah, those things I too will miss. Be not burdened with time of sorrow, I wish for you the sunshine of tomorrow. My life's been full, I savored much, Good friends, good times, a loved one's touch. Perhaps my time seemed all too brief, Don't lengthen it now with undue grief. Lift up your heart and share with me, God wanted me now, He set me free!
(Author unknown)
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Re: Uplifting poems about death? [Re: Rono] 1
#3626039 - 01/13/05 10:52 PM (19 years, 2 months ago) |
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Here you go - "Thanatopsis" By William Cullen Bryant
To him who in the love of Nature holds Communion with her visible forms, she speaks A various language; for his gayer hours She has a voice of gladness, and a smile And eloquence of beauty, and she glides Into his darker musings, with a mild And healing sympathy, that steals away Their sharpness, ere he is aware. When thoughts Of the last bitter hour come like a blight Over thy spirit, and sad images Of the stern agony, and shroud, and pall, And breathless darkness, and the narrow house, Make thee to shudder, and grow sick at heart;-- Go forth, under the open sky, and list To Nature's teachings, while from all around-- Earth and her waters, and the depths of air-- Comes a still voice--Yet a few days, and thee The all-beholding sun shall see no more In all his course; nor yet in the cold ground, Where thy pale form was laid, with many tears, Nor in the embrace of ocean, shall exist Thy image. Earth, that nourished thee, shall claim Thy growth, to be resolved to earth again, And, lost each human trace, surrendering up Thine individual being, shalt thou go To mix for ever with the elements, To be a brother to the insensible rock And to the sluggish clod, which the rude swain Turns with his share, and treads upon. The oak Shall send his roots abroad, and pierce thy mould.
Yet not to thine eternal resting-place Shalt thou retire alone, nor couldst thou wish Couch more magnificient. Thou shalt lie down With patriarchs of the infant world--with kings, The powerful of the earth--the wise, the good Fair forms, and hoary seers of ages past, All in one mighty sepulchre. The hills Rock-ribbed and ancient as the sun,--the vales Stretching in pensive quietness between; The venerable woods--rivers that move In majesty, and the complaining brooks That make the meadow green; and, poured round all, Old Ocean's gray and melancholy waste,-- Are but the solemn decorations all Of the great tomb of man. The golden sun, The planets, all the infinite host of heaven, Are shining on the sad abodes of death, Through the still lapse of ages. All that tread The globe are but a handful to the tribes That slumber in its bosom.--Take the wings Of morning, pierce the Barcan wilderness, Or lose thyself in the continuous woods Where rolls the Oregon, and hears no sound, Save his own dashings--yet the dead are there: And millions in those solitudes, since first The flight of years began, have laid them down In their last sleep--the dead reign there alone. So shalt thou rest, and what if thou withdraw In silence from the living, and no friend Take note of thy departure? All that breathe Will share thy destiny. The gay will laugh When thou art gone, the solemn brood of care Plod on, and each one as before will chase His favorite phantom; yet all these shall leave Their mirth and their employments, and shall come And make their bed with thee. As the long train Of ages glide away, the sons of men, The youth in life's green spring, and he who goes In the full strength of years, matron and maid, The speechless babe, and the gray-headed man-- Shall one by one be gathered to thy side By those, who in their turn shall follow them.
So live, and when thy summons comes to join The innumerable caravan, which moves To that mysterious realm, where each shall take His chamber in the silent halls of death, Thou go not, like a quarry-slave at night, Scourged to his dungeon, but, sustained and soothed By an unfaltering trust, approach thy grave, Like one who wraps the drapery of his couch About him, and lies down to pleasant dreams.
-Sorry its kinda long, but its my favorite poem about death.
-------------------- The above statement is completely fictional and composed solely for the purpose of entertainment.
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Re: Uplifting poems about death? [Re: Ravus]
#3626048 - 01/13/05 10:54 PM (19 years, 2 months ago) |
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The City of God is actually much longer, my signature is the last two lines of it. Crowley was a good poet
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Re: Uplifting poems about death? [Re: Ravus]
#3626285 - 01/13/05 11:44 PM (19 years, 2 months ago) |
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buddhist meditations on death.
-------------------- absolutely statistically
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twonewtz
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Re: Uplifting poems about death? [Re: twonewtz]
#3626298 - 01/13/05 11:46 PM (19 years, 2 months ago) |
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read'em and be'em
-------------------- absolutely statistically
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Re: Uplifting poems about death? [Re: theocean06]
#22130637 - 08/23/15 12:09 PM (8 years, 7 months ago) |
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Life is like a skateboard ride it has its ups, It has its down, sometimes it is a little ruff, It holds its tricks and the rider chooses the line he will ride, It slides it grinds and kickturns and jumps your bearings come will gradually come to a stop from physics and gravity comes to an end.
Edited by donald3322 (04/24/16 08:59 AM)
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Re: Uplifting poems about death? [Re: donald3322] 1
#22130643 - 08/23/15 12:10 PM (8 years, 7 months ago) |
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Roses are red violets are blue you're gonna die and there's no afterlife.
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Re: Uplifting poems about death? [Re: pfxtc]
#22130763 - 08/23/15 12:36 PM (8 years, 7 months ago) |
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Death, death the musical fruit... thats all ive got so far.
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psilocybist
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how about some poems about "revive" donald3322 ? like reviving 10 year old and dead threads, see lot of meaning in it
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Re: Uplifting poems about death? [Re: psilocybist]
#22131371 - 08/23/15 03:30 PM (8 years, 7 months ago) |
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Quote:
"Thanatopsis" By William Cullen Bryant
^ excellent choice.
and we can't be without
HAMLET: To be, or not to be--that is the question: Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune Or to take arms against a sea of troubles And by opposing end them. To die, to sleep-- No more--and by a sleep to say we end The heartache, and the thousand natural shocks That flesh is heir to. 'Tis a consummation Devoutly to be wished. To die, to sleep-- To sleep--perchance to dream: ay, there's the rub, For in that sleep of death what dreams may come When we have shuffled off this mortal coil, Must give us pause. There's the respect That makes calamity of so long life. For who would bear the whips and scorns of time, Th' oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely The pangs of despised love, the law's delay, The insolence of office, and the spurns That patient merit of th' unworthy takes, When he himself might his quietus make With a bare bodkin? Who would fardels bear, To grunt and sweat under a weary life, But that the dread of something after death, The undiscovered country, from whose bourn No traveller returns, puzzles the will, And makes us rather bear those ills we have Than fly to others that we know not of? Thus conscience does make cowards of us all, And thus the native hue of resolution Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought, And enterprise of great pitch and moment With this regard their currents turn awry And lose the name of action. -- Soft you now, The fair Ophelia! -- Nymph, in thy orisons Be all my sins remembered.
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Quote:
Shroom_Herder said: Ehh... fucking Emos...
ugh, fucking just like no-brain having dolts, god, i hate them.
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Re: Uplifting poems about death? [Re: psilocybist] 1
#22131861 - 08/23/15 05:04 PM (8 years, 7 months ago) |
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Ok, seems interesting. here's my translation of one of Rumi's famous poems about death, really beautiful. the texts inside brackets are my explanation,cause the poem is originally in Persian and needs some explanations so that the translation would be understandable for all, hopefully. you can only read the GREEN text, which is the raw translation if my explanation are boring/childish/whatever.
[my] death day, when my coffin is carried by people [so that I'm being buried] don't you assume that I'm in mourn because of this world. [this sentence is not a question]
no need to cry for me or saying "if only...", "if only..." [like if only he could live one more day among us...] [cause] what deserves the real mourning is you [as human beings] being trapped in this world's traps/temptations.
when you see my body [corpse], no need to say "oh goodbye... goodbye..." [cause] my visit [of my beloved] and my merging [into other holy world] happens just that time.
when you are [actually] burying me in my grave, don't cry "god be with you..." cause grave is just a door [membrane holding us from] to the world of fairies [angel beings].
by seeing [my] down-going [getting to grave], see the up-lifing too [simultaneously]. what's bad about sun and moon setting and rising again ? [Rumi says dying is like sunset, sure there's a sunrise with it]
It seems like a sundown to you [who are not dead], while actually it's a sunrise when you [your body] touch the stones in grave, that's when you are in redemption. [soul is free finally]
which seed fell under soil and didn't grow ? [tries to say all seeds who get in soil grow again] [so] why you're doubtful about your own seed ? [assures there's a spirituality after death, like a regrowth]
which bucket went down in a well and came up empty ? [the way ancient people extracted water from wells, using a bucket] [death being a water well dig by the beloved one (God)] so why do you mourn about this well then ?
when your mouth get silenced in this side, [material world] you start to talk in other side [spiritual world] cause your [real] voice and speeches happens in [that] Laamakaan [means Spaceless or Unknown-place] world.
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Re: Uplifting poems about death? [Re: theocean06]
#22131936 - 08/23/15 05:17 PM (8 years, 7 months ago) |
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Life sucks Then you die Then you get reincarnated as a vacuum cleaner and you suck It's all a cycle, man
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Quote:
ShroomerInTheRye said: Life sucks Then you die Then you get reincarnated as a vacuum cleaner and you suck It's all a cycle, man
or you get reincarnated as your mom and blow zing
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Yo Yo, everyone listen up cause it's my death day I have sat here and played and played in every each way Now it's a new day, and I'm ready to go yea that you do know I can go over there, live out that, be right back, piledrive the stack
Death is a door, a way that brings more and more and more It feels great to be washed up on a shore, to go to bed and snore Waking up fulfilled, a dreamworld with thrills Chilling, hanging, the speakers at that show were banging
A new way to die, a brand new live, and go seek Add up your points and press play I'll leave you with that to say Hear you on the flipside of life
-------------------- We are here to assist, to teach you to evolve as we go through this process together. We give our own version of things only to bring you to a higher consciousness. No matter what situation you find yourself in, it is the power of your thoughts that got you there. It is also the impeccable belief that thought creates that will transform your experience and the planetary existence.
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