Death poem (poem)

Like a rotten log
half buried in the ground -
my life, which has
not flowered, comes
to this sad end.

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Minamoto Yorimasa
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When monks knew their time was coming to an end or when the samurai would be going into a battle they think might be their last, they would write a death poem.

I've always been fascinated by things like this and I do want to write one of my own someday.

This poem is called "death poem" and it's not my death poem but of let's say... Dying with regret kind of thing.

Truthfully I'm not sure how to explain it at the moment, it's usually like that with my poems, I always understand them after a long time.

Here it is, Death poem.

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Dreamless sleep
And sleepless dreams
How does the cluster of nightmares creep?

To hope beside my death bed

A song for the dead
And prayer for the living
How long has it been since I’ve last bled?

This wish is smeared in scarlet

Remembered to forget

Lost to be found

How far have I walked down this regret?

Only to be discovered by my demise

Empty goodbyes

Waving farewell

As I exhale my last dying sighs

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The only thing I can say is that I tried a different rhyming approach.

I could have made it rhyme more but it would be too melodic and that would make it sound a little happy when it's supposed to be sad.

I've written for years but there's still so much to learn when it comes to emotions and writing.

It's tough.

Go blog yourselves.

Allure (poem)

Been awhile.
Decided to try something different.
I think it turned out well.
The poem...

Allure.
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The unguided whim
Is enough to flatter the devil
I’ll make it flutter with sin
Escalate it slowly by level

An Intoxicated desire
Followed by an insatiable lust
You’ll be compelled to admire

Addicted in that hour
Trying to overcome the drunkenness
The high raining like a shower
A pleasurable consciousness

Decorating you with ecstasy
With only this whisper of a kiss
Fulfilling more than every fantasy

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I'll try to post more often.

Go blog yourselves in the meantime.