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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Friend to the very end
What had been so long ago
Is only a mist in the snow
And for the cleanses that once had been made
Are simply my sins that did fade
And for what we've become is only ecstasy
And a dream, a vision of pure misery
Let me be the one to tell you all
Of hell's resurrection and heaven's fall
Sleep sweet damned woman for you are
Caused him to triumph and forever will abide
Always will be by his side
Moon demon, celestial star gazer
Be a comfort to me and not curse my kin
Wise of all liars, stalked from the start
And not...
Is only a mist in the snow
And for the cleanses that once had been made
Are simply my sins that did fade
And for what we've become is only ecstasy
And a dream, a vision of pure misery
Let me be the one to tell you all
Of hell's resurrection and heaven's fall
Sleep sweet damned woman for you are
Caused him to triumph and forever will abide
Always will be by his side
Moon demon, celestial star gazer
Be a comfort to me and not curse my kin
Wise of all liars, stalked from the start
And not...
#dark
#death
#earth
#friendship
#gothic
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Evening Prayer
For a time, The Priest
or Priestess will come, rambling
to remember —
body and blood in sacred light, when
bended knees and bowed heads
chanted verse; when
heaven and mortal flesh
kept silence in the ambience
of candles and curls of incense smoke.
Late afternoon, she came to this place,
offering her barely-sung song,
murmured words, and a sign:
Abba, Beloved
and the Holy
Synthesis.
Her words were not retained; they strayed
through vacated eyes and...
or Priestess will come, rambling
to remember —
body and blood in sacred light, when
bended knees and bowed heads
chanted verse; when
heaven and mortal flesh
kept silence in the ambience
of candles and curls of incense smoke.
Late afternoon, she came to this place,
offering her barely-sung song,
murmured words, and a sign:
Abba, Beloved
and the Holy
Synthesis.
Her words were not retained; they strayed
through vacated eyes and...
#aging
#death
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Just Saw My Friend's Obituary
I looked in the one
section of the paper
and saw something
that really was so
downright horrible.
Poor Molly is dead
due to an overdose
of cocaine just days
after her centerfold
appeared in the one
issue of Hustler.
section of the paper
and saw something
that really was so
downright horrible.
Poor Molly is dead
due to an overdose
of cocaine just days
after her centerfold
appeared in the one
issue of Hustler.
#death
#dialogue
#drugs
#fiction
#FreeVerse
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Unsent Letter to Grieving Parents
Text from Julian's yearbook: We were so blessed the day we welcomed you into our family. You arrived on your own terms, feet first, and you’ve been running ever since. We have always been amazed by your determination, courage, compassion, and strength. Never take life for granted and know that we love you beyond measure. Mom and Dad
Dear Mr. and Mrs. Smith,
I am deeply sorry for your loss. Your daughter was a remarkable person, full of life and kindness, and her passing has left a void for all who knew her. It is truly heartbreaking that such a vibrant spirit has been...
Dear Mr. and Mrs. Smith,
I am deeply sorry for your loss. Your daughter was a remarkable person, full of life and kindness, and her passing has left a void for all who knew her. It is truly heartbreaking that such a vibrant spirit has been...
#death
#grief
#sex
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RockBand
Once crowded now but earthen
Stood there “RockBand” in the middle of the fountain
Dark Knight artistes once waved their fans
An era undefeated to fail all bands.
No strange could happen worst than them
Nobody survived to claim their fame.
Stood there “RockBand” killed in the “Game”
Some jealous merchants spoiled their name.
The dance of the demons in the bloodbath fountain
Raped their organs in the middle of the rain.
(Coming Soon: “Game”)
Stood there “RockBand” in the middle of the fountain
Dark Knight artistes once waved their fans
An era undefeated to fail all bands.
No strange could happen worst than them
Nobody survived to claim their fame.
Stood there “RockBand” killed in the “Game”
Some jealous merchants spoiled their name.
The dance of the demons in the bloodbath fountain
Raped their organs in the middle of the rain.
(Coming Soon: “Game”)
#dark
#death
#evil
#hypocrisy
#manipulation
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The Ribbons and Her Darkness
Tranquility arrives around sunset
As a journey of some seventeen thousand days winds down
Reflection at this point is so poignant
That messages written in those stars above become clearer
Must be the nostalgia of it all
Time becomes precious and valued with each passing minute
Verses feel more empowered
When poets instinctively begin to compose their magnum opus
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As a journey of some seventeen thousand days winds down
Reflection at this point is so poignant
That messages written in those stars above become clearer
Must be the nostalgia of it all
Time becomes precious and valued with each passing minute
Verses feel more empowered
When poets instinctively begin to compose their magnum opus
58 Unique Words
59 Total
#acceptance
#death
#peace
#universe
#WritingPoetry
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Going Through Poor Richard's Mind
One could only guess what
dark thoughts were going
through poor Richard's
mind when he caught his
unfaithful wife Jessica in
bed and naked with his
best friend Brad before
he shot them both dead
with a gun and leaving.
dark thoughts were going
through poor Richard's
mind when he caught his
unfaithful wife Jessica in
bed and naked with his
best friend Brad before
he shot them both dead
with a gun and leaving.
#betrayal
#death
#fiction
#FreeVerse
#sex
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I miss you
I had a secret to share with you
How you would smile
And say
You silly
But you are not
The cold death took over you
And I talk to the wall.
How you would smile
And say
You silly
But you are not
The cold death took over you
And I talk to the wall.
#death
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When We Cross
I’m often amazed at the insightful musings of others
Not just in their intellect
But also in the spiritual sense of being and understanding
As if clarity has been achieved through the obstacles they’ve faced
Perception comes at different times and different levels
Especially when we’re caught up in those moments of unity
Poetry seems to capture it perfectly
Making our journey through this human experience
That much more fantastic
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Not just in their intellect
But also in the spiritual sense of being and understanding
As if clarity has been achieved through the obstacles they’ve faced
Perception comes at different times and different levels
Especially when we’re caught up in those moments of unity
Poetry seems to capture it perfectly
Making our journey through this human experience
That much more fantastic
60 Unique Words
70 Total
#death
#LifeAsAWriter
#LifeCycle
#love
#SelfReflection
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The Day We Said Goodbye
It was a very cold winter day
Still I couldn’t tell you if it was sunny or gray
Such irrelevance was far in the back of my mind
It would’ve been dark even if the sun did shine
So often we're in the place we least want to see
But there’s nowhere else that we’d rather be
They said you were dying, a sin to keep you alive
Our hearts ripped to pieces deciding what was right
It turned out to be the day we said goodbye ...
Still I couldn’t tell you if it was sunny or gray
Such irrelevance was far in the back of my mind
It would’ve been dark even if the sun did shine
So often we're in the place we least want to see
But there’s nowhere else that we’d rather be
They said you were dying, a sin to keep you alive
Our hearts ripped to pieces deciding what was right
It turned out to be the day we said goodbye ...
#death
#grief
#love
#sadness
#TimeHeals
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A Word From Death
So,” Death says.
“Yes, please, now. I have the courage now.”
The tremor in my voice betrays me.
I hold out my hand. Pleading.
The blackness under Death’s hood watches me.
They say nothing.
It means everything.
“Just let them find out gently. Please let them heal well, and we - I - will just… go. Now. Get ahead of the rush.”
My arm aches from begging for their hand.
“Please. I will go back to being a coward soon. But right now. Right now you can take me. Willingly.”
My throat has...
“Yes, please, now. I have the courage now.”
The tremor in my voice betrays me.
I hold out my hand. Pleading.
The blackness under Death’s hood watches me.
They say nothing.
It means everything.
“Just let them find out gently. Please let them heal well, and we - I - will just… go. Now. Get ahead of the rush.”
My arm aches from begging for their hand.
“Please. I will go back to being a coward soon. But right now. Right now you can take me. Willingly.”
My throat has...
#death
#suicide
#depression #hope
#depression #hope
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The Last Remains
that night we had an ugly fight
I screamed
With a guttural rage trying to make my voice box explode
All the anger caged up was trying to escape
Screaming like a demon throwing up
Until I couldn’t scream anymore
I felt self-loathing but held it against the world
I wanted to watch everything burn
I wanted to see the look in her eyes
While the barrel went in my mouth
Right before the bullet went through my brain
My tendencies were the goriest of the gore
I wanted to scar others for life
That’s how much I hated myself ...
I screamed
With a guttural rage trying to make my voice box explode
All the anger caged up was trying to escape
Screaming like a demon throwing up
Until I couldn’t scream anymore
I felt self-loathing but held it against the world
I wanted to watch everything burn
I wanted to see the look in her eyes
While the barrel went in my mouth
Right before the bullet went through my brain
My tendencies were the goriest of the gore
I wanted to scar others for life
That’s how much I hated myself ...
#death
#father
#love
#redemption
#suicide
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