Euthanasia
Drink the stars.
Consume them and let them course through your bloodcurrent,
Carrying the fluorescence to your furthest capillaries.
You will see glowing veins scintillate beneath your skin,
As if a thousand cracks are forming on your body--
Allowing the pureness and beauty of your bright soul
To escape its host.
http://hellopoetry.com/words/116535/euthanasia/poems/
Euthanasia poem
In the poem euthanasia; drinking the stars, one is introduced to he idea of euthanasia. The view on euthanasia is taken dramatically, and he is romanticized. In the pome the human soul is depicted as pure and fluorescent. Breaking through your old body, is your ultimate goal. Basically what this poems is meaning is to end your suffering and become pure again. The name of the author, is Jess, from New Zealand.
Drink the stars.
Consume them and let them course through your bloodcurrent,
Carrying the fluorescence to your furthest capillaries.
You will see glowing veins scintillate beneath your skin,
As if a thousand cracks are forming on your body--
Allowing the pureness and beauty of your bright soul
To escape its host.
http://hellopoetry.com/words/116535/euthanasia/poems/
Euthanasia poem
In the poem euthanasia; drinking the stars, one is introduced to he idea of euthanasia. The view on euthanasia is taken dramatically, and he is romanticized. In the pome the human soul is depicted as pure and fluorescent. Breaking through your old body, is your ultimate goal. Basically what this poems is meaning is to end your suffering and become pure again. The name of the author, is Jess, from New Zealand.
-In death with dignity, the poet is explain euthanasia. Even though the person she loves in dying, she is explaining how his suffering will end. Not only his physical pain, but mental pain. Also the financial problems will be no more. At the of the poem, the man is finally at peace, free from pain and sadness.
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Death with Dignity
Six feet deep in a grave he'll lay.
Please, don't cry, he wants it this way.
His family is suffering. He wishes he were dead.
His bills are rising as he's stuck in a bed.
His body is withering, his muscles will groan.
If only, if only, His fate were his own.
His only solice has been deemed illegal.
Making him suffer through this evil.
You'd think he was sad, this man with no tomorrow,
But he's okay with his fate. There's no time he can borrow.
Its better to die than to lay in waste,
Knowing only pain. Hope? No, not a taste.
Why give his agony a place to stay,
When there are sick kids all over whom can only pray.
We must cure the living. The hopeless can't be saved.
Death is his angel. His mind has been made.
Instead of sentencing him to six months of pain,
We could give him a way to die while he's sane.
Six feet deep, in a coffin he lies.
He got it his way. No need to cry
Kathryn Denny, on 1 month ago
Six feet deep in a grave he'll lay.
Please, don't cry, he wants it this way.
His family is suffering. He wishes he were dead.
His bills are rising as he's stuck in a bed.
His body is withering, his muscles will groan.
If only, if only, His fate were his own.
His only solice has been deemed illegal.
Making him suffer through this evil.
You'd think he was sad, this man with no tomorrow,
But he's okay with his fate. There's no time he can borrow.
Its better to die than to lay in waste,
Knowing only pain. Hope? No, not a taste.
Why give his agony a place to stay,
When there are sick kids all over whom can only pray.
We must cure the living. The hopeless can't be saved.
Death is his angel. His mind has been made.
Instead of sentencing him to six months of pain,
We could give him a way to die while he's sane.
Six feet deep, in a coffin he lies.
He got it his way. No need to cry
Kathryn Denny, on 1 month ago