I Did Not Die

I Did Not Die

A Poem by Tree Bark
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i hate how i make such short poems sorry people

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Do not stand at my grave and weep.

I am not there.

I did not sleep.

I am a thousand winds that blow.

I am the sunlight on ripened grain.

I am the gentle autumn rain.

When you awaken in the morning rush, I am the up lifting rush of quiet birds of circling flight.

I am the soft star that shines at night.

Do not stand at my grave and cry.

I am not there.

I did not die.

© 2011 Tree Bark


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i love the meaning and the line " do not stand at my grave and cry" is so meaning full ... love all your poems

Posted 13 Years Ago


Very interesting.

Posted 13 Years Ago


thank you lots! :)

Posted 13 Years Ago


Great Job Tree Bark i like it alot

Posted 13 Years Ago


thanks i am so glad you liked it! and i was planning to be specific so people could feel the rain, wind and the sunlight when they read this.

Posted 13 Years Ago


The message behind the poem is questionable, but guess what? That's exactly how I like it. The imagery in this poem is amazing, and I can picture everything so clearly. "I am the gentle autumn rain" is a beautiful, beautiful line. I see leaves, and a soft rain pattering against the trees' branches. "Do not stand at my grave"- "I am not there." Wow, that message is powerful. Good write.

Posted 13 Years Ago


I love is still! It's amazing all over again. All the emotion :D Love your oems and you :D

Posted 13 Years Ago


thank you so much!

Posted 13 Years Ago


This is beautiful!! The imagery is very powerful and pretty!:)

Posted 13 Years Ago



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