The dead are not...

The dead are not...

A Poem by Huw

Dead people do not become angels

angels are created spirits 

not made from the left overs of mankind

angels are messengers for good or for evil


Dead people do not become stars in the sky

stars are incandescent bodies like our sun

they were created before man and as guides for man


Romanticising death is a big mistake

death is a serious matter

something people shall all be confronted by

and as such it should be considered

pondered and correctly defined

people do not explain death

because they don’t understand death.


You owe it to yourself and your children

to treat death as an actual fact

not some superstitious romantic fiction.

 

It is said that through fear of death 

mankind were all their lifetime subject to bondage

it is also said that truth sets men free

in this case freedom from the fear of death

is highly recommended. 

© 2016 Huw


My Review

Would you like to review this Poem?
Login | Register




Reviews

It is understandable for anyone to fear death. Death awaits us all, and there is nothing we can do about it. The young don't think about death; they think they are invincible. I remember thinking that way. As you get older you become more philosophical. I no longer fear death. I would like to live a little longer though! An interesting write.

Posted 8 Years Ago


Huw

8 Years Ago

I find it interesting that you say that you no longer fear death. How close have you come to death? .. read more
I like this piece and how thought provoking and educative it came out. well written and very deep thank you

Posted 8 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Huw

8 Years Ago

That you found it thought provoking is a reward for me. Thanks for taking the time.

Share This
Email
Facebook
Twitter
Request Read Request
Add to Library My Library
Subscribe Subscribe


Stats

91 Views
2 Reviews
Added on August 30, 2016
Last Updated on August 30, 2016

Author

Huw
Huw

Ammanford, Wales, United Kingdom



About
I've been commenting on someone's drawings for a couple of months and she asked if I was a published poet. It made me laugh because I'd left school at 13 years old and never completed formal education.. more..

Writing
overflow overflow

A Poem by Huw