Death is such
a one-sided argument.
We have no say,
no choice in when to go.
To live is to die
and to die is to live.
When one is gone
their lives carry on
throughout the legacy
they left here
on Earth.
And when one dies,
they have only gone home.
Home to Heaven.
(Down a block from Alpha and Omega
and to the left towards Christianity)
What can we do to cheat death?
Is it even possible?
The answer sleeps
on the edge of insanity,
the horizon of the mind.
Think...
To live is to die
and to die is to live.
What then would happen
if we had the chance
to never, ever die?
Would we then never live
as well?
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I was captured in the first verse. It really made me think how completely accurate that is. It made me feel, a little bit sad, but it's perfect for the poem. Simply, I love it!




Now, "to die is to live"
Here, I understand what you are trying to say and all, but to gives the reader a little confusion momentarily.
I love the next verse! Many people, I'm seeing myself as one, could relate to this and their loved ones who have passed away. I really like that perfect, because I believe it's very true.
I love the sort of 'directions' to Heaven in this verse. I sense a little playfulness an it made me smile.
"to die is to live" strikes again!! XD I like it this time.
I love the way you end this with a true question. If we cannot cheat death, is it even possible that we have lived? That's what I receive from it. I think it leaves people with a question, and it leaves a good impression in the reader's mind.
So, I though Wondergirl59's way on reviewing this was a good idea, so I turned it into my own a bit! Hope she doesn't mind!
GREAT JOB!!!
I love your poem. It is clean and well presented.

I loved these lines:
"(Down a block from Alpha and Omega
and to the left towards Christianity)"
The humor and quirkiness of the image was well placed.
I absolutely love the subject. It kind of serves as an argument against the before mentioned "heaven" and immortality. Because death defines life. And therefore gives it value. Having immortality makes life worthless, like an inflated dollar.
Anyway great poem, very thoughtful. A little more poetic aspects would be cool but keep at it.
This was really well put together. The concept of living is dying and dying is living is very true. Kudos to you for a wonderful story.
It's an interesting idea, however the poem is very cliche. It flows nicely and the ending is very intriguing, however the beginning is very overused in ideas about death. It also is very repetitive and a few times I found myself saying, "I get it already!" I didn't enjoy it that much because of that. I would however work on the cliches and find a different way to say it.
Well, I like this poem. It flows very well into each other and honestly, there's not much bad I can say other than those few cliched parts. I love it, keep writing
I like this poem a lot. I would take Kafka's advice and notes into account. You don't have to follow all of them because some of them are opinion as all reviews tend to be. I think that you have a strong idea here that could be bettered and improved. If it were my poem, I would delete the whole first stanza. I don't mind it, but I think the first stanza slows it down and keeps it from its natural flow. Okay, so overall I do like the idea and where this could eventually be, but for now I think that it is no where near your potential. I would revise and revisit this idea again. Maybe a new flow and rhyme scheme could pick it up. If you need any help, feel free to PM me.
Tommybear
Interesting. I suppose like it. Good job.
-Kafka