Long Poems About Death
#death
Long poems about death. 300 words or more, most recently published poems first.
Sniper Files - The General's Family
The moon cast a ghostly glow over the deserted street as Private Ivan Mercer stood in the shadows, his heart hammering against his ribs like a desperate prisoner. He gripped the cold metal of his sidearm, the weight of his orders bearing down on him like an unbearable burden.
"There is no spirit," he muttered to himself, his voice barely a whisper in the stillness of the night. "There is only flesh, and it will vanish completely when its time on earth is done."
He closed his eyes, trying to shut out the images that flooded his mind—the faces of the...
"There is no spirit," he muttered to himself, his voice barely a whisper in the stillness of the night. "There is only flesh, and it will vanish completely when its time on earth is done."
He closed his eyes, trying to shut out the images that flooded his mind—the faces of the...
#death
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Ebenezer's swansong
#BDSM
#dark
#death #vampires
#death #vampires
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Two Blue Oceans
- Two Blue Oceans -
Memory One: Peace, Serenity, and Sorrow
I look into the distance, and I see the ancient days reflected,
Other worlds, other times, other ages now lost to all records.
I look within, I see the place that is most securely protected,
From within to beyond, to a paradise filled with songs of birds.
A singular oasis, where in other flesh we oft went to feel peace!
Those of my house knew not of our secret meetings, lost love.
Yet I oft did sneak away, to bask in the wonder of your company,
Beneath the moons of a world no eyes see...
Memory One: Peace, Serenity, and Sorrow
I look into the distance, and I see the ancient days reflected,
Other worlds, other times, other ages now lost to all records.
I look within, I see the place that is most securely protected,
From within to beyond, to a paradise filled with songs of birds.
A singular oasis, where in other flesh we oft went to feel peace!
Those of my house knew not of our secret meetings, lost love.
Yet I oft did sneak away, to bask in the wonder of your company,
Beneath the moons of a world no eyes see...
#death
#love
#memories
#rebirth
#war
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The Lady Blue (The Best Shot)
#death
#depression
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The Firing Squad
#death
#soldiers
#war
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Softly, slowly as the light falls.
Light.
Every good moment begins with pure light.
But like the tides turning,
The light fades into night.
A simple change.
Its just one letter.
One rule changed.
One where all is and one where nothing becomes truer and deeper.
I open my eyes at last.
This year.
This day.
This moment.
I meet my friend again as I breathe in the stiff air of my bedroom.
Another day begun.
Another day to think, to dream, to be.
"You have much to do Mark."
I do!
"We should get up quickly so we don't drift...
Every good moment begins with pure light.
But like the tides turning,
The light fades into night.
A simple change.
Its just one letter.
One rule changed.
One where all is and one where nothing becomes truer and deeper.
I open my eyes at last.
This year.
This day.
This moment.
I meet my friend again as I breathe in the stiff air of my bedroom.
Another day begun.
Another day to think, to dream, to be.
"You have much to do Mark."
I do!
"We should get up quickly so we don't drift...
#anger
#confusion
#denial #death
#denial #death
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Ramblings Of The Walking Dead
These moments of silence are torture. Im so sick of being alone. I want human interaction. I want someone to talk to and look at me and see me. This lonliness consumes me. I feel alone no matter how many people are around. I dont know what to do anymore. I can't keep feeling like this forever. This darkness that has been with me since my childhood. I want it to end. I set myself up constantly for disappointment by putting my trust and faith in people. They always let me down. Does anyone really care about me. If i died would it have an effect on anyones life? I dont think anyones life would...
#death
#despair
#regret #suicide
#regret #suicide
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The Losing Game .
You go on as life isn’t a game where you have time out and to rationalise everything. I mean after a death of a close one you certainly don’t feel the sun or feel any fun. You’re wailing on the inside and quiet on the outside waiting with feelings that feel like a dose of gastroenteritis all liquidated and pouring out without an answer to how long you will be in cramping pain. No medications not even alcohol will not nip it in the bud it makes you feel worse you actually cry more, and you are in total uproar.
Please stop let me out for time out. I am on all fours. i don’t know...
Please stop let me out for time out. I am on all fours. i don’t know...
#grief
#death
#LifeStruggles
#LifeChangingMoment
#nostalgia
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The Silent Goodbye
The Silent Goodbye
I must leave now, it’s time
I must go, our story’s over
Our fairytale ended
I can’t mend it, I’ve grown colder
The love for you has died
I guess I killed it in a way
A promise I made to myself
And so I cannot stay
The darkness in me spread
I’d say that yeah I hit rock bottom
I fell down my own rabbit hole
The demon’s came, I fought them
And in the end they won
My time is done
It’s time to leave
It hurts to have to let you go
The both of us will grieve
...
I must leave now, it’s time
I must go, our story’s over
Our fairytale ended
I can’t mend it, I’ve grown colder
The love for you has died
I guess I killed it in a way
A promise I made to myself
And so I cannot stay
The darkness in me spread
I’d say that yeah I hit rock bottom
I fell down my own rabbit hole
The demon’s came, I fought them
And in the end they won
My time is done
It’s time to leave
It hurts to have to let you go
The both of us will grieve
...
#sadness
#heartbroken
#death
#illness
#bittersweet
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Quicksand
Quicksand
--Nacton Shores--
On Sundays,
when shadows had lifted from my Mother
like a Victorian veil,
she'd pick me up, take me shoring.
We'd walk the long stiff length of Orwell.
I'd run off ahead -
hunting dead wood, dragon heads,
mermaids all dried out.
I'd observe traversing opportunities,
steep, eroding cliffs,
roots digging fingers
into earth for generations.
The tattered remains of jellyfish
often wedge within this sand,
become hunter's fodder.
and I, merciless,
...
--Nacton Shores--
On Sundays,
when shadows had lifted from my Mother
like a Victorian veil,
she'd pick me up, take me shoring.
We'd walk the long stiff length of Orwell.
I'd run off ahead -
hunting dead wood, dragon heads,
mermaids all dried out.
I'd observe traversing opportunities,
steep, eroding cliffs,
roots digging fingers
into earth for generations.
The tattered remains of jellyfish
often wedge within this sand,
become hunter's fodder.
and I, merciless,
...
#death
#home
#memories #acceptance
#memories #acceptance
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The Book of Death
The Book of Death
My grandma left a book for me
The day before she died
She said that it was magical
To write my dreams inside
The book was brown and leather
It looked old and kinda worn
But inside all the pages blank
Outside a sketch forlorn
A skull with tears, a sense of fear
Symbols of the occult
Demonic signs, this book of mine
Ignoring them, my fault
My grandma didn’t know me well
Well not what I went through
The secrets I kept to myself
I lied about the truth
...
My grandma left a book for me
The day before she died
She said that it was magical
To write my dreams inside
The book was brown and leather
It looked old and kinda worn
But inside all the pages blank
Outside a sketch forlorn
A skull with tears, a sense of fear
Symbols of the occult
Demonic signs, this book of mine
Ignoring them, my fault
My grandma didn’t know me well
Well not what I went through
The secrets I kept to myself
I lied about the truth
...
#anger
#grief
#dark
#death
#frustration
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Miss Prissy
Miss Prissy
He was dressed in his finest suit as he lay in his casket under the rotunda. Pat’s Aunt Mercy lay in her bed in a room off the big room. Her name was Pat and her duty was to sneak bourbon and whiskey to get Auntie drunk enough not to cry. She kept Pat on her feet as she went to the kitchen to get Auntie booze. Aunt Mercy ushered in her widowhood with gin and tonic with lime on the rocks. At twenty-one Pat was still girlish but old enough to learn how to mix drinks during a wake. Her bridegroom, Bob, was huddled with the men but quiet as a church mouse while letting...
He was dressed in his finest suit as he lay in his casket under the rotunda. Pat’s Aunt Mercy lay in her bed in a room off the big room. Her name was Pat and her duty was to sneak bourbon and whiskey to get Auntie drunk enough not to cry. She kept Pat on her feet as she went to the kitchen to get Auntie booze. Aunt Mercy ushered in her widowhood with gin and tonic with lime on the rocks. At twenty-one Pat was still girlish but old enough to learn how to mix drinks during a wake. Her bridegroom, Bob, was huddled with the men but quiet as a church mouse while letting...
#love
#marriage
#death
#TruthOfLife
#nostalgia
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DU Poetry : Long Poems About Death