Long Poems About Death
#death
Long poems about death. 300 words or more, most recently published poems first.
My Darling
Adelaide had woken up
And started off her day
Fred was left in bed
By him, some coffee and a plate
He took his time, waking up slow
Got up and made the bed
As Adelaide would write downstairs
Fred sipped and ate and read
He sat up and he stretched in place
And opened up the curtains
The birds they sang, the sun beat through
What’s today? He wasn’t certain
He thought today was special
Perhaps a birthday or a date
An evening planned out with his love
What does his day await?
He had no...
And started off her day
Fred was left in bed
By him, some coffee and a plate
He took his time, waking up slow
Got up and made the bed
As Adelaide would write downstairs
Fred sipped and ate and read
He sat up and he stretched in place
And opened up the curtains
The birds they sang, the sun beat through
What’s today? He wasn’t certain
He thought today was special
Perhaps a birthday or a date
An evening planned out with his love
What does his day await?
He had no...
#sadness
#relationships
#romantic
#death
#FallingInLove
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The Bridge
#childhood
#family
#abuse
#death
#DomesticViolence
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I've been waiting a long time
Nothing but patience
To commit just the right crimes
To be shocking the nation
I'm preparing the quicklime
For my grim infatuation
Take all your stations, because
The show's about to start
I've prepared with boots and gloves
I'm aiming for the heart
This valentine's day
I plan to steal it away
I'll shoot an arrow straight through it
I'm cupids harrowing druid
There's nothing keeping me hinged ...
Nothing but patience
To commit just the right crimes
To be shocking the nation
I'm preparing the quicklime
For my grim infatuation
Take all your stations, because
The show's about to start
I've prepared with boots and gloves
I'm aiming for the heart
This valentine's day
I plan to steal it away
I'll shoot an arrow straight through it
I'm cupids harrowing druid
There's nothing keeping me hinged ...
#dark
#murder
#death
#evil
#horror
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Death!!
One by one, they disappear from your life.
Mom or dad, husband or wife..
Gramma or papa, you uncle or aunt .
You try to get thru it but at first you just can't.
A brother or sister, someone you adore,
A pastor, a teacher. The old lady next door.
A small child ,a mentor, a lifelong friend...
it just keeps going an going and when does it end?
Yeah I know that its just part of life....
One day your married , husband n wife..
The next yoir a widow and your all on your own.
No reason or warning ...u wake...
Mom or dad, husband or wife..
Gramma or papa, you uncle or aunt .
You try to get thru it but at first you just can't.
A brother or sister, someone you adore,
A pastor, a teacher. The old lady next door.
A small child ,a mentor, a lifelong friend...
it just keeps going an going and when does it end?
Yeah I know that its just part of life....
One day your married , husband n wife..
The next yoir a widow and your all on your own.
No reason or warning ...u wake...
#grief
#death
#emotions
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Mommy Dearest
I understand
I’ve let you off the hook
Not that you’ve ever
Wanted, needed nor required
That I do so
You’ve never experienced joy
My birth didn’t give you
The joy and love you expected
Needed and required
You weren’t equipped
It wasn’t your fault
You couldn’t give
What was never given to you
A lifetime of hurt
Didn’t do either of us
Any favors
Your long sleep is approaching
May you go peacefully
Without the anger
That...
I’ve let you off the hook
Not that you’ve ever
Wanted, needed nor required
That I do so
You’ve never experienced joy
My birth didn’t give you
The joy and love you expected
Needed and required
You weren’t equipped
It wasn’t your fault
You couldn’t give
What was never given to you
A lifetime of hurt
Didn’t do either of us
Any favors
Your long sleep is approaching
May you go peacefully
Without the anger
That...
#mother
#forgiveness
#abuse #death
#abuse #death
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David's Apartment # 2 (continued from Meeting David for Coffee. My imagination goes to dark places.)
#dark
#sex
#death
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Jason Robot 1 POV
#death
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Fade To Umber
I
Calculus in detritus;
sediment under waning tide,
cavernous and void of light --
upward eyes these still ride.
I am sunk within your deep
rivulets of sentiment steeped;
swirling around a constant murmur,
fomenting in this rudiment.
Ever furthur into clay
sublimate of irony loam;
every fibre pulls me close
untoward your centre comb.
II
Photos dry around the edges,
memories of earliest home;
caught within the many layers
fading with its Kodachrome.
Now gone I wither furthur; ...
Calculus in detritus;
sediment under waning tide,
cavernous and void of light --
upward eyes these still ride.
I am sunk within your deep
rivulets of sentiment steeped;
swirling around a constant murmur,
fomenting in this rudiment.
Ever furthur into clay
sublimate of irony loam;
every fibre pulls me close
untoward your centre comb.
II
Photos dry around the edges,
memories of earliest home;
caught within the many layers
fading with its Kodachrome.
Now gone I wither furthur; ...
#forgiveness
#death
#LifeCycle
#aging
#MovingOn
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Darryl Murderer or Monster?
#abuse
#death
#hell
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of life and breath
Sometimes it's the same moments that take your breath away that
breathe purpose and love back into your life.”―Steve Marabol
i remember you
from another world,
elegant one, in a thousand roses.
naked now, of dew,
wherefore are you hurled
whence i’ve lusted for your orgic poses?
where, the stunning blush,
of...
breathe purpose and love back into your life.”―Steve Marabol
i remember you
from another world,
elegant one, in a thousand roses.
naked now, of dew,
wherefore are you hurled
whence i’ve lusted for your orgic poses?
where, the stunning blush,
of...
#sadness
#death
#flowers
#rose
#LifeCycle
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Empty.
Empty chair surrounded by such panoramic
beauty but you don’t see it . The steps to it are
insurmountable as grief is insidiously cunning and infiltrates with reminders of what was and not right beside you .
It has a viper like grip and you dangling from its jaws . It’s relentless in memories and it can’t allow you time out just to recollect your thoughts or peruse your surroundings.
It’s familiar but it’s not you feel old and tired to your bones trying to realise that you haven’t stopped breathing . It feels like it when you are cast out into the new and...
beauty but you don’t see it . The steps to it are
insurmountable as grief is insidiously cunning and infiltrates with reminders of what was and not right beside you .
It has a viper like grip and you dangling from its jaws . It’s relentless in memories and it can’t allow you time out just to recollect your thoughts or peruse your surroundings.
It’s familiar but it’s not you feel old and tired to your bones trying to realise that you haven’t stopped breathing . It feels like it when you are cast out into the new and...
#strength
#death
#TimeHeals
#nostalgia
#bittersweet
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ENTHEOGENESIS, A CHANGA TRIP
It was the second calling from the sacred spirit molecule. The first calling, years ago, resulted into a smooth exciting initiation with me going just across the nearest dimension without any interaction.
A tiny sachet of magic greenery was yet to be burnt in the triangle shaped pocket of a black bong.
I tried to make myself comfortable but my heart rate was too high. That was weird, because I always approach any psychedelic experience with curiosity and joy but with no expectation, picturing it as a blank paper that is about to be drawn. But this time it was different. Panic...
A tiny sachet of magic greenery was yet to be burnt in the triangle shaped pocket of a black bong.
I tried to make myself comfortable but my heart rate was too high. That was weird, because I always approach any psychedelic experience with curiosity and joy but with no expectation, picturing it as a blank paper that is about to be drawn. But this time it was different. Panic...
#identity
#death
#spiritual
#scary
#fear
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