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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Shaken Balance
SHAKEN BALANCE
Suddenly My Path Got Jumbled
My Certain Plan Suddenly Was Unclear
Instinct , Find Strength Internal, Instead , I Just Found Fear
Charting a Courageous Course
a Jumbled Plan That Quickly Crumbled
Deep Sadness Lives Here , Now I Just Pray ,This Deep Sadness Disappears
This Jumbled Path Defines a New
Never , Starkly Alone, I Face This Bridge I’m Forced to Cross
I Take no Solace Knowing Billions
Have and Will Be Familiar with This Loss
See, My Mom is Gone
I Was Not Prepared
I Never Imagined the Sharpness...
Suddenly My Path Got Jumbled
My Certain Plan Suddenly Was Unclear
Instinct , Find Strength Internal, Instead , I Just Found Fear
Charting a Courageous Course
a Jumbled Plan That Quickly Crumbled
Deep Sadness Lives Here , Now I Just Pray ,This Deep Sadness Disappears
This Jumbled Path Defines a New
Never , Starkly Alone, I Face This Bridge I’m Forced to Cross
I Take no Solace Knowing Billions
Have and Will Be Familiar with This Loss
See, My Mom is Gone
I Was Not Prepared
I Never Imagined the Sharpness...
#death
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Will and Testament
When I die
I don't want a funeral
That's all I ever saw of my family
Just burn my body
Split the ashes
So all
Can have
And every
Time they see a new city
Spill those bitches
And think of me.
I don't want a funeral
That's all I ever saw of my family
Just burn my body
Split the ashes
So all
Can have
And every
Time they see a new city
Spill those bitches
And think of me.
#death
#funeral
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So far out, But still together
I reached my hands out,
As my entire world seemed to spin around me,
I didn't comprehend what was happening,
This was all so sudden,
Why didn't I get a warning?
Something could have prevailed,
But again why nothing?
My breaths are so heavy,
I feel tied down to the floor,
My eyes are running like water
And burning like hell,
I sound so silent,
But my thoughts are so loud,
What is happening
I'm now looking at that hole in the ground,
I'm watching as you're being lowered,
But in a way I know I'm in...
As my entire world seemed to spin around me,
I didn't comprehend what was happening,
This was all so sudden,
Why didn't I get a warning?
Something could have prevailed,
But again why nothing?
My breaths are so heavy,
I feel tied down to the floor,
My eyes are running like water
And burning like hell,
I sound so silent,
But my thoughts are so loud,
What is happening
I'm now looking at that hole in the ground,
I'm watching as you're being lowered,
But in a way I know I'm in...
#depression
#grief
#dark
#death
#suicide
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One With Nature
When I die, I've told my family to
cremate me, spread my ashes all around
let me become a part of the dirt
the grass
the trees
the mountains
the wildflowers
and every little leaf
everything that is a part of nature's beauty
that is what I want to be.
cremate me, spread my ashes all around
let me become a part of the dirt
the grass
the trees
the mountains
the wildflowers
and every little leaf
everything that is a part of nature's beauty
that is what I want to be.
#death
#trees
#flowers
#nature
#WritingPoetry
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flower head
A flowers petals bloom out too fast to enjoy
they open to show their sticky red nectar
leaking and bubbling, overflowing
it seeps through the cracks between the petals
staining the curly fuzz on its edges
climbing up those bronze coil wires
eating through them
and they sink
because the weight of blood is too much
they open to show their sticky red nectar
leaking and bubbling, overflowing
it seeps through the cracks between the petals
staining the curly fuzz on its edges
climbing up those bronze coil wires
eating through them
and they sink
because the weight of blood is too much
#death
#flowers
#hurt
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in the dead of night
a sonnet
“I discovered to my joy, that it is life, not death,
that has no limits.”—Gabriel García Márquez
the stench of death compasses me about,
his cloak of darkness robbing fast my light;
he chokes his victims in the dead of night,
leaving the whole world withering in doubt.
his belch stank in my face this very day,
ere i could camouflage my kith and kin;
how helplessly i watched him make his win,
snatching my centenarian friend away.
how sullen, now, the faces of my pride,
swollen by emptiness, silent as...
“I discovered to my joy, that it is life, not death,
that has no limits.”—Gabriel García Márquez
the stench of death compasses me about,
his cloak of darkness robbing fast my light;
he chokes his victims in the dead of night,
leaving the whole world withering in doubt.
his belch stank in my face this very day,
ere i could camouflage my kith and kin;
how helplessly i watched him make his win,
snatching my centenarian friend away.
how sullen, now, the faces of my pride,
swollen by emptiness, silent as...
#grief
#dark
#death
#LifeChangingMoment
#separation
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Lonely
I miss you, nothing else to say.
Siberia's the heating of my heart.
Why was it impossible to stay?
To give us a fresh new start.
I guess I have to stay alone.
Your place is always there.
In fact, my chest contains a stone,
its pulsations I can't bear.
I depend on myself now.
I drew my force from you.
I have to go on but how?
I really .... have no clue.
It's sad to be alone.
Feeling lonely burdens me.
We won't really have a home,
where will I even be?
I had a purpose and a dream.
Now the wind...
Siberia's the heating of my heart.
Why was it impossible to stay?
To give us a fresh new start.
I guess I have to stay alone.
Your place is always there.
In fact, my chest contains a stone,
its pulsations I can't bear.
I depend on myself now.
I drew my force from you.
I have to go on but how?
I really .... have no clue.
It's sad to be alone.
Feeling lonely burdens me.
We won't really have a home,
where will I even be?
I had a purpose and a dream.
Now the wind...
#love
#grief
#loneliness
#death
#IMissYou
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Killer Role
Sunlight beams benignly on the wall
as I raise up yet another stone,
and set it carefully, so no fall
could disgrace, or make my bones to groan.
The red rust stains, mostly hidden,
the old dry-stone wall, again is whole,
a spot where flesh and steel had driven
it, to accept its killer role...
as I raise up yet another stone,
and set it carefully, so no fall
could disgrace, or make my bones to groan.
The red rust stains, mostly hidden,
the old dry-stone wall, again is whole,
a spot where flesh and steel had driven
it, to accept its killer role...
#dark
#death
#rhyming
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The Shadow
Without eyes he knows exactly where I’m going
Without intuition he understands my every move
At the first sight of light he’s there to trail me
Mimicking every single rhythm, every single groove
Clinging there tightly when I’m not even looking
Even whenever I am twisted, he is still smooth
Mindless in the darkness from another world
From a realm that dreams empty and hollow
The reflection without a face stands near me
Behind me, by me, eager and ready to follow
But I don’t pay much attention to the specter
Because I know one day...
Without intuition he understands my every move
At the first sight of light he’s there to trail me
Mimicking every single rhythm, every single groove
Clinging there tightly when I’m not even looking
Even whenever I am twisted, he is still smooth
Mindless in the darkness from another world
From a realm that dreams empty and hollow
The reflection without a face stands near me
Behind me, by me, eager and ready to follow
But I don’t pay much attention to the specter
Because I know one day...
#dark
#death
#funny #WritingPoetry
#funny #WritingPoetry
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Stuck
Chained to the bed you didn't want
and forced to feel all these
haunted-house thoughts
as the oil in the canvas knots
keep you up
based off
a good feeling
these things
can work themselves out
The hot wax
of the candle
conceals a moth
Hardened wings
Tether things
right to where they
got caught
and forced to feel all these
haunted-house thoughts
as the oil in the canvas knots
keep you up
based off
a good feeling
these things
can work themselves out
The hot wax
of the candle
conceals a moth
Hardened wings
Tether things
right to where they
got caught
#death
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bloomin' sacrifices
the fate of fallen flow'rs
a sonnet
“A flower’s appeal is in its contradictions—so delicate in form yet
strong in fragrance, so small in size yet big in beauty, so short in
life yet long on effect.”—Terri Guillemets
cut flow'rs are part of adam's fallen race:
today they bloom, tomorrow losing face,
wind-dancing in the fragrant morning light,
ere comatose they waste in vasen plight.
the hand that culls them is the sword of fate,
the withering, as man's brief days abate;
the seeds that fall, the progeny of love,
the...
a sonnet
“A flower’s appeal is in its contradictions—so delicate in form yet
strong in fragrance, so small in size yet big in beauty, so short in
life yet long on effect.”—Terri Guillemets
cut flow'rs are part of adam's fallen race:
today they bloom, tomorrow losing face,
wind-dancing in the fragrant morning light,
ere comatose they waste in vasen plight.
the hand that culls them is the sword of fate,
the withering, as man's brief days abate;
the seeds that fall, the progeny of love,
the...
#death
#flowers
#nature
#redemption
#sacrifice
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Samsara
Upon the eleventh hour,
excremented by boots of lead,
my mind keeps ticking, ticking,
but in this grave, I lay my head.
The pant, panting of footsteps
begins to fade away.
The sun has been depleted,
the moon ceasing my final day.
Heaven's bells are tacet,
solitary silence has been birthed.
Kindling the black flame candle,
my restless spirit has been unearthed.
A marrowed shell awakens,
cobwebbed in a box of pine,
gasping, gasping for a breath
only to inhale monoxide.
In the prolonged...
excremented by boots of lead,
my mind keeps ticking, ticking,
but in this grave, I lay my head.
The pant, panting of footsteps
begins to fade away.
The sun has been depleted,
the moon ceasing my final day.
Heaven's bells are tacet,
solitary silence has been birthed.
Kindling the black flame candle,
my restless spirit has been unearthed.
A marrowed shell awakens,
cobwebbed in a box of pine,
gasping, gasping for a breath
only to inhale monoxide.
In the prolonged...
#death
#rebirth
#graveyard #MovingOn
#graveyard #MovingOn
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