When death comes A-knocking,
Like the deceitful caress of midnight’s breeze
Humming songs of pain and of ruins
Telling tales of forgotten dreams
When death comes A-knocking,
In all its hostility and spite
Raising dusts of hopelessness and vile
As gasping breaths heave out deep sighs
When death comes A-knocking,
Like pale drops of snowflakes in winter’s night
Night falls and darkness draws nigh;
Echoing voiceless sounds of anguish and strife
When death comes A-knocking,
Scribbling my name on its bed of shame
And in the loneliness of my grave,
I lay in endless silence as my flowers return to hay
When death comes A-knocking,
And darkness pierces me with its painful sting
When the hour comes from whence I must bequeath,
In all my weigh’ and measures, may I not be found wanting!
QOTD: “And I saw the dead, great and small, standing before the throne, and books were opened. Then another book was opened, which is the book of life. And the dead were judged by what was written in the books, according to their deeds” –Revelations 20:12
Written By: ‘Nonye J. Chidolue (@NonyeWrites)
deep.. really nice.. keep it up dear.. u inspire so many
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Thanks Dennisa!
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Beautifully-written and thought-provoking. Good work.
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Thanks my prolific writer!
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This is spiritual… I like the enjambments for both verses and lines.
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Yeah James. Indeed! Thanks
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Nice piece worth reflecting!! As for me When death comes A-knocking I just hope I have left the best legacy on earth worth emulating by those I surround myself with and who surround me and the world at large..
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Nice thoughts sally! And as for me, when I die, I hope history forgets me not and i can verily say to my creator ― “I do not have a single bit of talent left, because I used everything you gave me”
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It’s something we all have to think about. It’s inevitable. Nice!
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I concur! Thanks
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Tell it, you are living God’s purpose for you
That tis’ not yet time, don’t be silent.
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Yes Tessa. Amen!
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Oh! This I good, reminding us of Mr. Death and all the horrible things it comes with, I pray when it comes A-knocking, it will find us praising our Lord and saviour
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Yes Mum, we must be prepared doing the most good we can and most of all, stay prayed up.
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Folks can be a degree morbidly sentimental: when death does come aknocking they WILL NOT hear it!!!! They’ll be DEAD!!!! And NO SANE person ultroneously opens the door to an intruder GRIM REAPER…..
Let the dead…..
Live the hallowed NOW!
MLG! What’s become of thee!!!
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Oh HMB, haha Nothing has become of me. This is not to tick off some morbidity or make the heart dumpy towards death, No! Death is not for sentiments. If you read through the lines, it only reminds us to be prepared knowing that we will account for our earthly lives hereafter. What use is it living the hallowed now and in the end we don’t measure up? Makes me ponder on Daniel 5:27
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Beautiful
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Thanks
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Hmmmmm, still ringing: “Echoing voiceless sounds of anguish and strife” and darkness piercing with painful sting. Powerful imagination. Sure u remember the devices. Nice one.
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Yes I do Fr! Thanks alot 🙂
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Nice poem, keep it up
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Thanks John
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Hmm….death is just saddening. …9ce write up as usual…..poets set legacies
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I concur! Gracias 🙂
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