Grim reaper's feelings

Grim reaper's feelings

A Poem by Harley (arbiter)
"

Because we all have feelings right?

"

Why do people fear me?  

  For it is not I who brings the end of lives. 

 I am only a messenger and the only messenger I am.  

 A taxi to the other sides.

  I did not ask for this job.  

 People say I did but those are lies.

  But I have accepted that I am the one there

  When someone dies.

© 2012 Harley (arbiter)


Author's Note

Harley (arbiter)
I just thought.... What would it be like to be death. People come on. I want to know what you thought about it. At least say something

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This is a brilliant poem, and it brings up a really good point. A whole nother side to something that we have thought of as bad or evil for our entire lives. This flow worked really well, and I really like how straight-to-the-point it was. The meaning was clear, and you got it across in very few words. Good for you.

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Harley (arbiter)

12 Years Ago

Why thank you. I'm honored for the review. *Jedi bow*



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Thats a really creative idea! Love it

Posted 11 Years Ago


Yeah, this is cool ;)

Posted 12 Years Ago


Harley (arbiter)

12 Years Ago

Thanks
I liked it, a very different perspective. One, I regret to admit, that I would not have thought of. You portrayed it excellently, keep up the good work.

Posted 12 Years Ago


Harley (arbiter)

12 Years Ago

Thanks :)
Wow, this is pretty awesome. When people think of death they have this image that he is the person who cause death and furthermore enjoys it. It's great how you could picture him as a guy who ended up in a job he didn't even want. Really brought a whole new light onto this subject. Great write man :)

Posted 12 Years Ago


Forgotten

12 Years Ago

Ah very true, it's always been said that animals are more in tune with things like that :) I like th.. read more
Harley (arbiter)

12 Years Ago

Yeah. I like your thinking aswell :D
Forgotten

12 Years Ago

Hehe awesome =D
Fantastic :D
i've often speculated about the Grim Reaper... this is an excellent poem :D

Posted 12 Years Ago


Harley (arbiter)

12 Years Ago

Thank you
i feel bad for death now :-(

lol...great poem!

Posted 12 Years Ago


Harley (arbiter)

12 Years Ago

Thank you
well done,very thought provoking

Posted 12 Years Ago


hahaha, I no longer fear the reaper didn't know he had feelings. I think this is a really cool write. It leaves the reader thinken, at least that's how it left me. Does the reaper walk around saying "I don't wanna take your spirit but it's my job" haha again cool write.

Posted 12 Years Ago


It's a good point, BUT it wasn't very well written. No rhyming pattern (I know it doesn't have to have one, but it
s always nice to have one), the flow was meh, and the point wasn't all that well expressed

Posted 12 Years Ago


Harley (arbiter)

12 Years Ago

The rhyming pattern is: a, b, c, b, d, b, e, b. And this was one of the first poems I ever wrote. I'.. read more
David the writer

12 Years Ago

Oh, sorry I know how you feel about that. I would never change my first poem, and I guess i didn't s.. read more
thanks everybody, for reviews ^_^

Posted 12 Years Ago



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Added on June 4, 2012
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Tags: grim, reaper, death, feelings, why, acceptance

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Harley (arbiter)
Harley (arbiter)

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I am different. I am the unforgiven. I was born october 1997. I just write because I want to express my feelings in more ways than music and art. I'm just a guy trying to get out of the rain and sur.. more..

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