Oh my this poem brings back memories of when I would go home just to be molested by my father. The absolute pleasure my felt when he pounded all 4 inches in was the absolute best. Later he was murdered.
Congratulations to the family of the late poet, being chosen as The Classic Poem Of The Day. Happiest am I. A perfect poem presenting death
Lying like that It will look as though he is flying into himself. Simple and short, but the result is a dashing but saddest poem. Top Stars once again.
Seeing the deceased at rest in this position is heartbreaking though it assists in accepting the actual death of their loved one.
CONGRATULATIONS to the honoured fmily of the late great poet, as The Classic Poem Of The Day. Hoorray! 5 stars for this Three liner. True logic poem, well thought out and the poet thinking about how being dead would look like.
Death is wonderful sleep from which we do not weak up but travel across cosmic abode. This poem is wonderful.
Right to the point, to me it says much, especially if one goes from the words written to the imagery of flying into themselves, however they choose to perceive such imagery (i picture a scene high above the clouds as my life story quickly plays out
You glorified the final journey by keeping hand crossed on your chest.5***
(Death by Bill Knott.) **Melancholy tone. The poet, perhaps, describing his own death. Heartfelt.
so sad! this poem was so sad that it is just so dark and scarey
A good write of eternal sleep.