GOOGLEPOX's Poetry

[GOOGLEPOX]

Here are two of my poems, I will have to dig through some things to find more. But, until then, here you go!

Probably the most depressing poem I wil ever write or read,


As I walk the landscape,
Of shattered hopes and dreams,
I walk between the lines,
Of life and death,
And all in between,
There is nothing for me here,
But I am cursed to wander,
Forever the landscape
Of shattered hopes and dreams.

As I walk the landscape,
Of shattered hopes and dreams,
I walk upon, forever more,
The broken bones and shells,
Of the animals of past time,
The sand scorches my feet,
The wind parches my throat,
And there is nothing for me here,
On the landscape,
Of shattered hopes and dreams.

As I walk the landscape,
Of shattered hopes and dreams,
I am all alone,
Not a soul in view,
I am all alone,
Left only with
My sins of time,
I am all alone,
On the landscape,
Of shattered hopes and dreams.

As I walk the landscape,
Of shattered hopes and dreams,
I feel the burden,
Of the burdens of the past,
The weight of all sin,
Upon my shoulders,
And I feel true misery here,
On the landscape,
Of shattered hopes and dreams.

As I walk the landscape,
Of shattered hopes and dreams,
I cannot speak,
The words I cannot say,
Taunt me in my mind,
Daring me to try,
Even though I will fail,
Upon the landscape,
Of shattered hopes and dreams.

As I walk the landscape,
Of shattered hopes and dreams,
I cannot go on,
In this true hell,
I cannot continue,
In this living death,
For I have failed,
There is nothing for me here,
But forever more,
Must I walk the landscape,
Of shattered hopes and dreams.



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Death, what is death
but the end of life?
Is it the passing into nothingness,
or the end of all strife?
Does it end everything,
or does life continue?
Do people end in silence,
or do people live anew?
Is there such thing as Heaven or Hell,
or just a simple silence?
None so far can tell.
As the screams of pain,
end those in bloody misery,
do they feel death approaching,
or with a shroud of mystery,
do they pass into the beckoning darkness?

What is death?
Oh, none can say,
we never know,
when to live or pass away.
We shall never know,
when or time is near,
be it fast, or be it slow,
the end will come when it will come.
Until that moment takes place,
we should not fear,
for we all must face,
death in the end.

The end of all,
is it death?
or is there a sweet call,
I hear from beyond the veil,
my ship of death,
prepared to set sail.
As I leave the harbor of life,
the skies all turn to silver glass,
and I forget the troubles,
of all the years past.

Is this nothing,
but a figment of mind?
can others relate,
or is it of a unique kind?
What is really beyond,
the veil of life,
is there nothing or something,
that we meet at the reaper's scythe?
What is life,
but the beginning of death?
What is death,
but the end of life?

[AnImpatientFan]

:goodjob:

I liked the first one.

[jucklesjenk]

AIF's response above made me read these just now.

@GOOGLEPOX - who or what inspired you for these? The themes are quite interesting and I'm just curious.