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Death Poems About Riding

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Poem Details | by Anthony Slausin |
Categories: death, life,

tiger riding

she rode a tiger's back
through a canopy of briars
beyond the speed of light
silent claws slashing night
the tiger tired of the game
and shook her to the side
panting over her bloodied life
it chuckled like all tigers do
just before severing all ties..
though starving it didn't feed 
it already took what it wanted 
the indigo from the bluest canopy
where dead birds never sing

 


Poem Details | by mike dailey |
Categories: death, girl,

Little Red Riding Hood

And then we have Red Riding Hood
That girl was sure up to no good
For she laid a trail
Her granny to nail
By a wolf as she knew he would

Then this little girl had the nerve
From everything I could observe
To have him done in
Because of his grin
She didn’t get what she deserved

No, she got her very own story
A heroine in all her glory
Instead of thanked
She should have been spanked
For it was a story too gory 

Poem Details | by Anthony Mathias |
Categories: death, introspection, life

Riding my luck

Am I dead or still alive?
We’ll soon see, all in good time
Crossing the mountains or slippery brook
Riding to long on my good luck
To a row of fine coffins all in a line
A journeys end, is now my time?
I knock three times on heavy lid
Await a response and do what I’m bid
If I’m so luck as to hear whispering
It is an invitation for me to climb in
But I’m greeted by silence this stormy night
So it’s back to the battle, back to the fight
On my next visit to this coffin lined ground
It could be my time to hang around

Poem Details | by Sara Kendrick |
Categories: allegory, death, husband, imagination, inspirational, introspection, loveday,

Riding

Riding into the sunset 
Good that you could go with me
Enjoying the beauty together

God granted us a reprieve
Just a short time of beauty
To feast in the gifts of his love

Hoping for many more sunsets
Colors varying each day of our abode
Some day maybe we can stroll

Soaking up the last of the rays
Just hold hands and be raptured
Into the sunset we'll just walk away


(Thoughts after a beautiful sunset October 25, 2009 and today the poem was just in a 
flowing form whatever that form happens to be. Reprieve here means a temporary relief
(from stress in our lives).)


Poem Details | by Colleen Nieves |
Categories: bereavement,

Riding Solo

Alone in my heart
Alone in my head
Alone in the dark
Alone in my bed
No one to love
No on to share
No one to hold me and tell
me they care
No one to talk to
No one who hears
My crys at night and all
that I fear
Alone as I age
Alone when I die
With no one to hear my 
final goodbye!