Death
Death
Why do people die?
all the sighs and crys
the love between families fade
no one likes to die
will you go to heaven?
or will you visit the devil?
no one ever knows
why do people die?
Death
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A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.
Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.
Stephanie1234’s Poems (11)
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
|---|---|---|
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| Just A Dream? | 0 | 10/15/2009 |
| Dont Tell Me If Im Dead | 0 | 10/15/2009 |
| Dieing Never Dies | 0 | 10/15/2009 |
| Death Is Horrible | 0 | 10/15/2009 |
| Grandmom Morgan | 0 | 10/15/2009 |
| Death | 0 | 10/15/2009 |
| You Cry I Cry | 0 | 10/15/2009 |
| In Love? | 0 | 10/15/2009 |
| Slowly Dieing | 0 | 10/15/2009 |
| My Grandmom Ruth Morgan | 0 | 10/15/2009 |
| So Theres This Boy... | 1 | 10/14/2009 |
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