I need poems/quotes?

Question

death related. i know its depressing but you know

any help? x

Answer 1

I believe that if i should die,

and you were to walk near my grave,

from the very depths of the earth

I would hear your footsteps.

- - - -Benito Perez Galdos

I shall go the way of the open sea,

To the lands I knew before you came,

And the cool ocean breezes shall blow from me

The memory of your name.

- - - -Laurence Hope

Answer 2

God pours life into death and death into life without a drop being spilled.  ~Author Unknown

All say, "How hard it is that we have to die" - a strange complaint to come from the mouths of people who have had to live.  ~Mark Twain

I'm not afraid of death.  It's the stake one puts up in order to play the game of life.  ~Jean Giraudoux, Amphitryon, 1929

There is always death and taxes; however, death doesn't get worse every year.  ~Author Unknown

All our knowledge merely helps us to die a more painful death than animals that know nothing.  ~Maurice Maeterlinck

To himself everyone is immortal; he may know that he is going to die, but he can never know that he is dead.  ~Samuel Butler

Gaily I lived as ease and nature taught,

And spent my little life without a thought,

And am amazed that Death, that tyrant grim,

Should think of me, who never thought of him.

~René Francois Regnier

Answer 3

the raven, edgar allen poe

because i could not stop for death, emily dickinson

and, there is this really good one from a book, the perks of being a wallflower:

Once on a yellow piece of paper with green lines

he wrote a poem

And he called it "Chops"

because that was the name of his dog

And that's what it was all about

And his teacher gave him an A

and a gold star

And his mother hung it on the kitchen door

and read it to his aunts

That was the year Father Tracy

took all the kids to the zoo

And he let them sing on the bus

And his little sister was born

with tiny toenails and no hair

And his mother and father kissed a lot

And the girl around the corner sent him a

Valentine signed with a row of X's

and he had to ask his father what the X's meant

And his father always tucked him in bed at night

And was always there to do it.

Once on a piece of white paper with blue lines

he wrote a poem

And he called it "Autumn"

because that was the name of the season

And that's what it was all about

And his teacher gave him an A

and asked him to write more clearly

And his mother never hung it on the kitchen door

because of its new paint

And the kids told him

that Father Tracy smoked cigars

And left butts on the pews

And sometimes they would burn holes

That was the year his sister got glasses

with thick lenses and black frames

And the girl around the corner laughed

when he asked her to go see Santa Claus

And the kids told him why

his mother and father kissed a lot

And his father never tucked him in bed at night

And his father got mad

when he cried for him to do it.

Once on a paper torn from his notebook

he wrote a poem

And he called it "Innocence: A Question"

because that was the question about his girl

And that's what it was all about

And his professor gave him an A

and a strange steady look

And his mother never hung it on the kitchen door

because he never showed her

That was the year that Father Tracy died

And he forgot how the end

of the Apostle's Creed went

And he caught his sister

making out on the back porch

And his mother and father never kissed

or even talked

And the girl around the corner

wore too much makeup

That made him cough when he kissed her

but he kissed her anyway

because that was the thing to do

And at three A.M. he tucked himself into bed

his father snoring soundly

That's why on the back of a brown paper bag

he tried another poem

And he called it "Absolutely Nothing"

Because that's what it was really all about

And he gave himself an A

and a slash on each damned wrist

And he hung it on the bathroom door

because this time he didn't think

he could reach the kitchen.

-- Taken from The Perks of Being a Wallflower by Stephen Chbosky

Answer 4

Getting over a painful experience is much like crossing monkey bars. You have to let go at some point in order to move forward.

-- Author Unknown

True love doesn't have a happy ending, because true love never ends. Letting go is one way of saying I love you.

-- Author Unknown

You never leave someone behind, you take a part of them with you and leave a part of yourself behind.

-- Author Unknown

Answer 5

Futility, by Wilfred Owen

Or Porphyria's Lover, by Robert Browning.

Both are good. the Owen one is particularly touching. The latter is like a very early Eminem, in its rather unpleasant narrative - but the imagery is outstanding.

Answer 6

Turn back the hands of time-R kelly

How did I ever let you slip away

Never knowing I'd be singing this song some day

And now I'm sinking, sinking to rise no more

Ever since you closed the door

If I could turn, turn back the hands of time

Then my darlin' you'd still be mine

If I could turn, turn back the hands of time

Then darlin' you, you'd still be mine

Funny, funny how time goes by

And blessings are missed in the wink of an eye

Ohh Why oh why oh why should one have to go on suffering

When every day I pray please come back to me

If I could turn, turn back the hands of time

Then my darlin' you'd, you would be mine

If I could turn, turn back the hands of time

Then my darlin' you'd, still be mine

And you had enough love for the both of us

But I, I, I did you wrong, I admit I did

But now I'm facing the rest of my life alone, whoa

If I could turn, turn back the hands of time

Then my darlin' you'd, you would be mine, whoa

If I could turn, turn back the hands of time

Then my darlin' you'd, still be mine

Ohh I'd never hurt you (If I could turn back)

Never do you wrong (If I could turn back)

And never leave your side (If I could turn back)

turn back, the hands (the hands)

There'd be nothing I wouldn't do for you (If I could turn back)

Forever honest and true to you (If I could turn back)

If you accept me back, in your heart, (If I could turn back the hands)

And I love you

Whoa (If I could turn back)

That would be my will (If I could turn back)

Darlin' I'm begging you to take me by the hands (If I could turn back the hands)

I'm going down, yes I am (If I could turn back)

Down on my bended knee, yeah (If I could turn back)

And I'm gonna be right there until you return to me, whoa (If I could turn back the hands)

If I could just turn back that little clock on the wall (If I could turn back)

Then I'd come to realize how much I love you (If I could turn back)

Love you. Love you. Love you (If I could turn back the hands)

not a poem etc but great lyrics.

Answer 7

ode to you by edgar alan poe

Answer 8

Shake-speare's Sonnets (original spellings) - Some of these are about death but not depressing e.g.

Sonnet 30 which talks about how new love can replace the dearly departed "hid in deaths dateles night" by restoring "all losses"! After all love is immortal.

VVHen to the Sessions of sweet silent thought,

I sommon vp remembrance of things past,

I sigh the lacke of many a thing I sought,

And with old woes new waile my deare times waste:

Then can I drowne an eye(vn-vs'd to flow)

For precious friends hid in deaths dateles night,

And weepe a fresh loues long since canceld woe,

And mone th'expence of many a vannisht sight.

Then can I greeue at greeuances fore-gon,

And heauily from woe to woe tell ore

The sad account of fore-bemoned mone,

Which I new pay,as if not payd before.

    But if the while I thinke on thee (deare friend)

    All losses are restord,and sorrowes end.

Then there's Sonnet 31 where a young relative of Shakespeare's (maybe a nephew or illegitimate son) reminds him of his dearly departed father and brothers - So they are not dead after all because "Their images I lou'd, I view in thee" - After all the human race is immortal even as individuals we are not

Thy bosome is indeared with all hearts,

Which I by lacking haue supposed dead,

And there raignes Loue and all Loues louing parts,

And all those friends which I thought buried.

How many a holy and obsequious teare

Hath deare religious loue stolne from mine eye,

As interest of the dead,which now appeare,

But things remou'd that hidden in there lie.

Thou art the graue where buried loue doth liue,

Hung with the tropheis of my louers gon,

Who all their parts of me to thee did giue,

That due of many,now is thine alone.

    Their images I lou'd, I view in thee,

    And thou(all they)hast all the all of me.

P.S. Notice the "now is thine alone" which is a pun on "now is thine a loan" - Life is a loan and death is the repayment we make meanwhile we pay "interest of the dead" with tears for our dearly departed - Neat imagery!