Poems on the topic: death

Poems on the topic “death” on Poets.by.

SadEmily Dickinson

The Frost of Death was on the Pane --

The Frost of Death was on the Pane -- "Secure your Flower" said he. Like Sailors fighting with a Leak We fought Mortality. Our passive Flower we held to Sea -- To Mountain -- To the Sun -- Yet even on his Scarlet shelf To crawl the Frost begun -- We pried him back Ourselves we wedged Himself and her between, Yet easy as the narrow Snake He forked his way along Till all her helpless beauty bent And then our wrath begun -- We hunted him to his Ravine
ContemplativeEmily Dickinson

Summer has two Beginnings --

Summer has two Beginnings -- Beginning once in June -- Beginning in October Affectingly again -- Without, perhaps, the Riot But graphicker for Grace -- As finer is a going Than a remaining Face -- Departing then -- forever -- Forever -- until May -- Forever is deciduous Except to those who die --
AnxiousEmily Dickinson

Dying! Dying in the night!

Dying! Dying in the night! Won't somebody bring the light So I can see which way to go Into the everlasting snow? And "Jesus"! Where is Jesus gone? They said that Jesus -- always came -- Perhaps he doesn't know the House -- This way, Jesus, Let him pass! Somebody run to the great gate And see if Dollie's coming! Wait! I hear her feet upon the stair! Death won't hurt -- now Dollie's here!
SadEmily Dickinson

Summer is shorter than any one --

Summer is shorter than any one -- Life is shorter than Summer -- Seventy Years is spent as quick As an only Dollar -- Sorrow -- now -- is polite -- and stays -- See how well we spurn him -- Equally to abhor Delight -- Equally retain him --
ContemplativeEmily Dickinson

She rose as high as His Occasion

She rose as high as His Occasion Then sought the Dust -- And lower lay in low Westminster For Her brief Crest --
ContemplativeEmily Dickinson

Beauty crowds me till I die

Beauty crowds me till I die Beauty mercy have on me But if I expire today Let it be in sight of thee --
ContemplativeEmily Dickinson

I had no time to Hate

I had no time to Hate -- Because The Grave would hinder Me -- And Life was not so Ample I Could finish -- Enmity -- Nor had I time to Love -- But since Some Industry must be -- The little Toil of Love -- I thought Be large enough for Me --
ContemplativeEmily Dickinson

A chilly Peace infests the Grass

A chilly Peace infests the Grass The Sun respectful lies -- Not any Trance of industry These shadows scrutinize -- Whose Allies go no more astray For service or for Glee -- But all mankind deliver here From whatsoever sea --
ContemplativeEmily Dickinson

When I was small, a Woman died --

When I was small, a Woman died -- Today -- her Only Boy Went up from the Potomac -- His face all Victory To look at her -- How slowly The Seasons must have turned Till Bullets clipt an Angle And He passed quickly round -- If pride shall be in Paradise -- Ourself cannot decide -- Of their imperial Conduct -- No person testified -- But, proud in Apparition -- That Woman and her Boy Pass back and forth, before my Brain As even in the sky --
ContemplativeEmily Dickinson

Our journey had advanced --

Our journey had advanced -- Our feet were almost come To that odd Fork in Being's Road -- Eternity -- by Term -- Our pace took sudden awe -- Our feet -- reluctant -- led -- Before -- were Cities -- but Between -- The Forest of the Dead -- Retreat -- was out of Hope -- Behind -- a Sealed Route -- Eternity's White Flag -- Before -- And God -- at every Gate --
ContemplativeEmily Dickinson

Is Heaven a Physician?

Is Heaven a Physician? They say that He can heal -- But Medicine Posthumous Is unavailable -- Is Heaven an Exchequer? They speak of what we owe -- But that negotiation I'm not a Party to --
ContemplativeEmily Dickinson

How much the present moment means

How much the present moment means To those who've nothing more -- The Fop -- the Carp -- the Atheist -- Stake an entire store Upon a Moment's shallow Rim While their commuted Feet The Torrents of Eternity Do all but inundate --

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