IconElegies

My husband  gave up his crown and his life for me, but still I did not love him, not as he loved me. I wanted to leave. But when he died, I missed him, I sought him when the light of my reason  was already going out. I was never called Her Royal Highness, but they let me  at least be buried next to my husband, who loved me so faithfully. Poet's note. For Wallis Simpson, King Edward abdicated his crown, which was a huge scandal in its time.

I never drank milk, but even more so whiskey. Who would have thought that I would die quietly in my sleep, after playing my favorite game, for the last time, just a couple of days after my death sentence, after finishing the tour. Not bad. Poet's Note. Lemmy Kilmister is one of the biggest icons in the rock world.

I had the right to die. I wasn't a child. My father and the judges couldn't stop me. I knew what I wanted. The pain of freedom. My life was pain. I just wanted to get away. I tried to leave myself, but the pain only increased. A person has the right to die. No one can stop that. A poet's note. Noelia Ramas resorted to euthanasia because of her mental and physical pain.

I was famous for my beauty, though no one knows  what I really looked like. No one knows  if I was really a pharaoh, and where I disappeared to,  suddenly, never to return. Only fragments of me do you read, only fragments that survived. Perhaps you will find the answer, when a thousand years have passed. Poet's Note. Nefertiti was the wife of Pharaoh Akhenaten, who is also suspected of being a rare female pharaoh.

It suddenly came to me. I didn't have time to do anything. I became an icon. Poet's Note. James Dean is one of the first icons of popular culture.

I was the emperor of Mexico. For a while. I assumed that the people wanted me, that's why I accepted the crown, after all, my brother was the emperor, but I was a commodity. The people hated me, even though I improved their lives, or at least their instigator. I asked my executioners not to shoot me in the face, so that my mother would still know me. I asked and I forgave. A poet's note. Maximilian of Austria-Hungary was the emperor of Mexico for a while.

The sorrow of the land. For my sake. I loved America, and they loved me. I was the American dream in high heels. I was more than that. Not a stupid blonde. I was lucky and wanted to give back. What I loved most was my husband, I always loved him, and he loved me. I couldn't have asked for more. I'm with him now, forever. Dolly Parton was a singer, actress, and philanthropist.

 It was my divine play in the mental hospital. The actors were crazy, the director was crazy (me), everything was crazy, and the Parisian nobility loved it all. Of course it had to end. That too was taken from me, the bloated, sick sadist. Oh. All those manuscripts of mine, which my son destroyed. A note from a poet. The Marquis de Sade, was a writer.

I died on the way to my father's funeral, which became mine. The giant was dead. I am best remembered for drinking a hundred beers at once, but then,  I was a giant. But even a giant's heart gets tired. A Poet's Note. Andre the Giant, actually André René Roussimoff, was a French show wrestler known for his exceptionally large size.

I am the leader of Romania. I still am. Traitors seized power, I fed them and they bit my hand off. They had no justice. After that miserable trial, they shot me and my wife like dogs. Their own leaders. They betrayed me, the enemies of socialism! I hummed the Internationale, as I passed into the darkness. A note from a poet. Nicolae Ceausescu was the dictator of Romania.

My heart did not burn even in fire, in my life it burned, without thinking about anything, and I obeyed. My wife kept my heart for decades, and that was the longest she had me. My heart could not withstand the storm at sea either, and stopped beating when it drowned. It washed up with its master on the Italian beach sand. How else could a poet have died? Poet's note. Percy Shelley was one of the most famous poets of the Romantic era.

They sold me as the Elephant Man because of my ugly appearance, even though I was born clean, like everyone else. I was really Joseph Merrick, a human, even they though I didn't look like one. I was saved from a freak show, but I wasn't made human. My skeleton wasn't buried with me, it was studied for years,  but never my soul.  I just wanted to sleep like everyone else. Poet's Note. Joseph Merrick was called the Elephant Man because of the deformities of his body.

I was everyone's baby, but when I died I didn't even have hair, the platinum blonde was gone. All those vampstories, I was so much more. I never had the man I loved by my side. Not even in the grave. My mother came with me there too. This was Hollywood. Nothing more. Poet's note. Jean Harlow was one of the biggest movie stars of the 30s.

 Life was a play for me, whose last act I decided myself. Shame was not part of my plans, the soldiers laughed and mocked me. I escaped my shame by dying like a warrior, I had made myself a warrior, but I was a fool to people. I decided my own death, my last act, but I did not take Japan with me. They would have needed me. A poet's note. Yukio Mishima was a Japanese writer who committed seppuku after his failed "coup".

I just wanted to play the guitar, but it was the last, dark night of my life on the Boulevard of Broken Hearts, when I wasn't even supposed to party. It was the night my innocence was gone, and when I didn't think my life would end, but they couldn't hold my heart anymore. Then just a dark night. Poet's Note. Actor River Phoenix died of an overdose at a nightclub on Sunset Boulevard.

A moment before I died, I somehow managed to raise my hand to command, as it was accustomed to doing. They didn't listen, but I had time to see how afraid they were, even though I was helpless. They let me lie on the floor, waiting for me to stop breathing, so that they could breathe freely themselves, when I'm gone. Death will not end with me. Poet's note. Joseph Stalin is still known as one of the most cruel dictators.

I prayed for my unborn son, that he would be spared. I offered myself as their prisoner, but they would not spare me, not me, not my son. Blood, blows and blood... They wrote in my blood... I had become a Hollywood star, but I was murdered, buried with my son in my arms. So sad. Poet's note. Actress Sharon Tate was murdered by the Manson clan in a mass murder. She was pregnant.

I hated my name since I was a child. Little Boot, Caligula, what a name. No one dared to say it to me. I hated it when I was called a madman, never to me. I thought I was God, I was, I could do whatever I wanted. But the one I abused the most, that was the one that struck me first, and I cried blood. How was that possible. A poet's note. Caligula was assassinated. He was one of the most famous Roman emperors.

They call me the Sleeping Beauty. Actually, I was Rosalia Lombardo, I died when I was only two. My father couldn't bear to lose me, so I rest in my glass coffin in the catacombs of the monastery. The doctor cast a spell on me to live forever, because I wasn't allowed to sleep away. But still, I just sleep, forever, as if I had never left. Poet's note. Rosalia Lombardo died at the age of only two of the Spanish flu and was embalmed in Sicily, where she still rests.

They celebrated my downfall over my still warm body. And yes, I died, but look at your rivers, there are my beloved hippos. I escaped from a prison I paid for myself, because I made a mistake killing gringos, they won't forgive that. For the poor, for my own people, I'm still alive, Robin Hood. I only murdered those who opposed me for whom silver was not enough, then lead. Poet's note. Pablo Escobar is still a well-known drug lord long after his death.