Poems about Death
#death
The broad subject of death, including grief and memorial poems when losing a loved one. Also concepts around death in wider society, fear of dying and what happens after we die. These poems may be dark and full of sorrow.
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An Echo, Golden Dusts
I heard your voice today
a single word right in my ear
the words Gracie loud and clear
I sat frozen trying hard to hear
would there be more words
would your voice be heard
and repeated very kindly
so I could hear it again clearly
Three years have passed since
you went to sleep and never woke up
our poems for you had tapered off
I waited for dreams to conjure you up
You never came into my dreams
when tears dusts the remembrance
from my weary eyes and heart
I turn inward to embrace golden dusts
...
a single word right in my ear
the words Gracie loud and clear
I sat frozen trying hard to hear
would there be more words
would your voice be heard
and repeated very kindly
so I could hear it again clearly
Three years have passed since
you went to sleep and never woke up
our poems for you had tapered off
I waited for dreams to conjure you up
You never came into my dreams
when tears dusts the remembrance
from my weary eyes and heart
I turn inward to embrace golden dusts
...
#death
#love
#SelfReflection
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Family Drama
The woman was eight months pregnant
She hanged herself with an extension cord
Her twitching legs made it look like she was running in springtime with her hair on fire
I guess she didn't like that her father impregnated her
Who would.
She hanged herself with an extension cord
Her twitching legs made it look like she was running in springtime with her hair on fire
I guess she didn't like that her father impregnated her
Who would.
#death
#father
#pregnancy
#suicide
#satirical
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You’re there but everywhere
You’re there but everywhere
Inside and out
In me, without me
Anywhere I go
You’re here and nowhere
All of the time
Near yet so far away
Present in my mind
Within me, without me
All in one place
Never yet always
Always in this space
In this place
You’re all around me
In this world
I have no doubt
You’re up there
Looking down on me
Everywhere
All the time
These sensations
They grip me
Like a vice
Grasped so tight
An inclination...
Inside and out
In me, without me
Anywhere I go
You’re here and nowhere
All of the time
Near yet so far away
Present in my mind
Within me, without me
All in one place
Never yet always
Always in this space
In this place
You’re all around me
In this world
I have no doubt
You’re up there
Looking down on me
Everywhere
All the time
These sensations
They grip me
Like a vice
Grasped so tight
An inclination...
#death
#emotions
#NaPoWriMo2024 #surreal
#NaPoWriMo2024 #surreal
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My Death
When I die there'll be no tears
No one to reflect on my younger years
No gathering of people to lay me to rest
No feelings of sorrow will be expressed
Alone in life and so too in death
I won't cry out with my final breath
Ill welcome death with a warm embrace
And thank him kindly for this final grace
Ill be placed in an unmarked plot
To join the others this world forgot
No one to reflect on my younger years
No gathering of people to lay me to rest
No feelings of sorrow will be expressed
Alone in life and so too in death
I won't cry out with my final breath
Ill welcome death with a warm embrace
And thank him kindly for this final grace
Ill be placed in an unmarked plot
To join the others this world forgot
#bittersweet
#death
#emptiness
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The Death of Poets
Is it any wonder how writers,
even so young -
their faces tight and bright with sun,
their eyes agleam -
how yet they still succumb
to emptiness?
Their faucets dripping dry;
an empty sky,
no air; nowhere to run,
no thoughts to dream?
Then, let the bullets fly.
Let blades invade the vital stream.
Let souls depart.
And in ascension seem
to find their heart
even so young -
their faces tight and bright with sun,
their eyes agleam -
how yet they still succumb
to emptiness?
Their faucets dripping dry;
an empty sky,
no air; nowhere to run,
no thoughts to dream?
Then, let the bullets fly.
Let blades invade the vital stream.
Let souls depart.
And in ascension seem
to find their heart
#dark
#death
#depression
#despair
#suffering
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Mother's Death
Journal entry: April 27, 2024
In early May, it will have been one year since my mother’s death. It feels like yesterday. Or an eternity.
Mom's last years were consumed by her lust for men and eventually drugs. She seemed to be trying to fill an emptiness. Her desires sometimes drowned out everything else. But still, she cared for me. Now, with her gone, there's no chance for redemption. She can’t witness the next chapters of my life.
Death claimed her completely. There is no lingering spirit, no afterlife where she might find solace or...
In early May, it will have been one year since my mother’s death. It feels like yesterday. Or an eternity.
Mom's last years were consumed by her lust for men and eventually drugs. She seemed to be trying to fill an emptiness. Her desires sometimes drowned out everything else. But still, she cared for me. Now, with her gone, there's no chance for redemption. She can’t witness the next chapters of my life.
Death claimed her completely. There is no lingering spirit, no afterlife where she might find solace or...
#death
#motherhood
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Epitaph
Here lies Rob
May he rot
In his final
Resting spot
A wasted life
Bereft of joy
Forever just
A lonely boy
May he rot
In his final
Resting spot
A wasted life
Bereft of joy
Forever just
A lonely boy
#death
#SelfReflection
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Saying Goodbye - NaPoWriMo 26
Along the shingled beach
past where we had used to walk,
and where I would have been ahead,
now down towards the shore
under a grey
and slightly melancholy sky,
here we each say a few words
I say
"Goodbye Grandma"
but hope she'll always be with me,
towards the incoming waves
to let the sea claim her ashes
So that she and Grandad
and other now-past-on friends
can all be together,
and in my memory.
past where we had used to walk,
and where I would have been ahead,
now down towards the shore
under a grey
and slightly melancholy sky,
here we each say a few words
I say
"Goodbye Grandma"
but hope she'll always be with me,
towards the incoming waves
to let the sea claim her ashes
So that she and Grandad
and other now-past-on friends
can all be together,
and in my memory.
#death
#grief
#NaPoWriMo2024
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Sitting here with a gun to my head
Getting ready to pull the trigger
Do it
The reasons all keep mounting up
The pile is getting bigger
Do it
All alone no one would care
If they did where are they now?
Do it
They use me up and toss me aside
This I no longer allow
Do it!
Just one little squeeze is all it takes
Make all the pain go away
Do it!
Everything good in my life I destroy
There's no reason for me to stay
DO IT!
Dont...
Getting ready to pull the trigger
Do it
The reasons all keep mounting up
The pile is getting bigger
Do it
All alone no one would care
If they did where are they now?
Do it
They use me up and toss me aside
This I no longer allow
Do it!
Just one little squeeze is all it takes
Make all the pain go away
Do it!
Everything good in my life I destroy
There's no reason for me to stay
DO IT!
Dont...
#death
#despair
#suicide
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Fountain of youth runs dry
Grow old become wise
Insightful before you die
Fuck it, give me youth!
Insightful before you die
Fuck it, give me youth!
#aging
#death
#haiku #teens
#haiku #teens
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Anniversary
Every year, it comes
unbeknownst
that quiet hour of passing
that date awaiting etching to
marble memory
and I
oblivious to finality
marching, marching, marching,
my matters to attend
I do not bend
to notice
nor pause consideration
to the end
This graceful anniversary
shall come reversed
no wine
no candles
and unrehearsed
unbeknownst
that quiet hour of passing
that date awaiting etching to
marble memory
and I
oblivious to finality
marching, marching, marching,
my matters to attend
I do not bend
to notice
nor pause consideration
to the end
This graceful anniversary
shall come reversed
no wine
no candles
and unrehearsed
#aging
#death
#denial
#fate
#TruthOfLife
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"He Loves me Not" - Death
I've held you in my arms before
Drifted away in your warm caress
Your dark linens, melting stress
Eyes open, like stars shining bright
Already dead, burning across times
Groping for anchor as body sublimes
Somehow, here I live, without you
No slight hint of your fragrance
Deep gashes from your flagrance
So I live, to never escape, because
I've held you in my arms before
Due disrespect, you, I'll never adore
Drifted away in your warm caress
Your dark linens, melting stress
Eyes open, like stars shining bright
Already dead, burning across times
Groping for anchor as body sublimes
Somehow, here I live, without you
No slight hint of your fragrance
Deep gashes from your flagrance
So I live, to never escape, because
I've held you in my arms before
Due disrespect, you, I'll never adore
#death
#myself
#NaPoWriMo2024
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