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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The Parting Gift
#sadness
#depression
#dark
#death
#MentalHealth
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A Butterfly Kiss
Such are the whims of the night birds calling
hear them sing as the darkness in falling
homage to the souls with mournful ado
guides of the forest we all must walk through
Silently slipping we drift into night
swirling in circles we dance with delight
shadows from moonlight arising on high
cast in the brightness caressing the sky
Swift is the season that calls us all home
rest in the garden no longer alone
puzzled by pieces still just out of place
somehow a smile is still found on your face
Step in the warmth of a...
hear them sing as the darkness in falling
homage to the souls with mournful ado
guides of the forest we all must walk through
Silently slipping we drift into night
swirling in circles we dance with delight
shadows from moonlight arising on high
cast in the brightness caressing the sky
Swift is the season that calls us all home
rest in the garden no longer alone
puzzled by pieces still just out of place
somehow a smile is still found on your face
Step in the warmth of a...
#love
#death
#peace
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Ascension of the Downfall
A memory of a guided spirit
took me to the hollow land
rising dark tides from the rains
interrupted my visit
my last wish
before gravity pulls me under
children of the revolution
carving my name in the city of fire
took me to the hollow land
rising dark tides from the rains
interrupted my visit
my last wish
before gravity pulls me under
children of the revolution
carving my name in the city of fire
#death
#fiction
#ghosts
#heaven
#hell
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Rethreads
..in winter's pall cold sleeves of winter
from the ashes of September
as the pale wind blows
naked and in need of rethreads
silent snow of malignant cold
over the hoarfrost naked and exposed
waiting for the dust to settle
from rethreads on the hearse
bursting forth from the sleeves of a sinner
from the ashes of September
as the pale wind blows
naked and in need of rethreads
silent snow of malignant cold
over the hoarfrost naked and exposed
waiting for the dust to settle
from rethreads on the hearse
bursting forth from the sleeves of a sinner
#dark
#death
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Unmarked
Watch her as she trembles,
a child of the desert,
eyes like the Oasis of Kadesh
lips parted to the climate
arid, mingled nitrate
praying for freedom
of an open sea
place her on the hay bail
when the night
approaches
and as the dawn comes
and the sun ascends...
Lay her on the pyre
be wary of the sirens,
for her ears are filled
with scarlet
in a land that's plagued
with disease
a child of the desert,
eyes like the Oasis of Kadesh
lips parted to the climate
arid, mingled nitrate
praying for freedom
of an open sea
place her on the hay bail
when the night
approaches
and as the dawn comes
and the sun ascends...
Lay her on the pyre
be wary of the sirens,
for her ears are filled
with scarlet
in a land that's plagued
with disease
#grief
#war
#death
#religion
#morality
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red petal flowers
muddled,
red petal
flowers
bright
and dried,
using
the paint
from
her veins.
red petal
flowers
bright
and dried,
using
the paint
from
her veins.
#death
#tragedy
#suffering #rebellion
#suffering #rebellion
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go tell the wind
Every man has his secret sorrows which the world knows not; and
often times we call a man cold when he is only sad.”
—Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
go tell the wind blow gently on my sorrow,
that i may hope retain to face tomorrow;
compass me not with unrelenting anger,
where i'm already chased by pregnant danger.
go tell the tears to wait a little longer,
till i have learnt to be a little stronger;
submerge me not in spate, o mighty river,
nor in your spite make me a short-lived liver.
entreat my heart to pound a bit more...
often times we call a man cold when he is only sad.”
—Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
go tell the wind blow gently on my sorrow,
that i may hope retain to face tomorrow;
compass me not with unrelenting anger,
where i'm already chased by pregnant danger.
go tell the tears to wait a little longer,
till i have learnt to be a little stronger;
submerge me not in spate, o mighty river,
nor in your spite make me a short-lived liver.
entreat my heart to pound a bit more...
#sadness
#depression
#grief
#hope
#death
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Hungry Dopes
A pizza delivery man was beaten to death a few towns over where I live 3 years ago. Three teenage geniuses who decided this was the way to get some free food. They took all of the delivery man's pizza, but left the $500 that was in the man's pocket!
#violence
#death
#money
#food
#ignorance
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What?
I don’t actually know what to say
I don’t know what to write
I’m just in shock.
I don’t know what to write
I’m just in shock.
#grief
#death
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Looping Ends
There was so much death
when I was young
and its impact
shadowed our family
Even still,
that weekly call
to the family
is an exchange of obituaries
Considered a good week,
when there is none.
But I've grown frustrated
that it must dominate our conversations
Or that grief and loss
gets more attention than joy
I often think
those unexpected bouts of sadness
have been planted inside,
just to pull me back
should anything go my way
when I was young
and its impact
shadowed our family
Even still,
that weekly call
to the family
is an exchange of obituaries
Considered a good week,
when there is none.
But I've grown frustrated
that it must dominate our conversations
Or that grief and loss
gets more attention than joy
I often think
those unexpected bouts of sadness
have been planted inside,
just to pull me back
should anything go my way
#grief
#family
#death
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The death of a mouse, the birth of something else
A mouse on the side of the road,
not moving or trying to hide.
How it was missed by rotating masses
of rubber and steel
is anyone's guess but I digress.
I got off my bike in the middle of a ride,
the one I take to escape the tribe,
and moved this small bit of fur
off the road and away from a roadkill.
Crawling toward me
I immediately shrink back
afraid of being bitten.
Poisoning I surmised,
as I held it in my hands until it died.
I felt connected to something
yet unable to describe,
that small acts...
not moving or trying to hide.
How it was missed by rotating masses
of rubber and steel
is anyone's guess but I digress.
I got off my bike in the middle of a ride,
the one I take to escape the tribe,
and moved this small bit of fur
off the road and away from a roadkill.
Crawling toward me
I immediately shrink back
afraid of being bitten.
Poisoning I surmised,
as I held it in my hands until it died.
I felt connected to something
yet unable to describe,
that small acts...
#death
#rebirth
#philosophical
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Bad Idea
In the early 2000's a man by the name of Wilbur Gentry had a job scaring people at a haunted house.
He was to scare people when they rode by on the back of a hay truck.
Certain he can do it better, he climbed up a tree and took the place of a hanging skeleton that was rigged to drop down when the caravan passed by.
Wilbur carefully arranged the ropes to make sure his feet touched the ground so he wouldn't accidentally hang himself.
When the caravan approached, he leaped from the tree.
The branch whipped back and choked him to death...
He was to scare people when they rode by on the back of a hay truck.
Certain he can do it better, he climbed up a tree and took the place of a hanging skeleton that was rigged to drop down when the caravan passed by.
Wilbur carefully arranged the ropes to make sure his feet touched the ground so he wouldn't accidentally hang himself.
When the caravan approached, he leaped from the tree.
The branch whipped back and choked him to death...
#dark
#death
#Halloween
#fiction
#funny
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