lanaia74

I want nothing to do with this evil thing
But it is a part of life
His cloak he holds near so he won't feel the sting
He is about to give, sharp as a knife.

His cloak is his disguise
So he can't feel the emotions he rips apart
He is always there for you when you die
Picking up the pieces to add to his deathly cart.

He really seems happy in his awful work
Using his cloak to hide
Watch out! He always lurks
Waiting to tear down someone's pride.

The grim reaper as we know him
Making each of us miserable at times
He don't care if he goes out on a limb
He has no feelings, this awful thing hits us on a whim.

The cloak of death such a cruel thing
But what can we do?
There is a time in life, his awful song we shall all sing
And his cloak he holds near never having any fears.

MetricalSonneteer

I like the deal of the death-angel lurking everywhere with sadistic approaches. Utilise this poem's potential, and not just this one - every poem's potential... It's a long and hard process, but that's true of every great poet of the past.

Hope this helps,
Jonny

MsJacquiiC

Hi LANAIA - I too am not much of a rhyming poem fan until recently... The Poetry-Defined section has really opened my eyes to the beauty of rhyming poems.

I love the gist of this poem and it's meaning. The depth of your poem is such that the testimony cannot be denied. I too know of the entity who creeps in cloak of death. Would I be happy to call him my friend? Not after reading your poem LOL

Nice write - Thanx for sharing it with us!

Jacquii.

Benny

wonderful words...very visual...