Long Poems About Death
#death
Long poems about death. 300 words or more, most recently published poems first.
Death of a Child
The sun had just begun its descent, casting a warm glow over the coast of the Black Sea in Ukraine. The day had been calm, the kind of deceptive tranquility that often preceded a storm. The beach, with its golden sand and gentle waves, was a stark contrast to the turmoil that had taken over the country.
The young girl appeared suddenly, a blue dress fluttering against the backdrop of the shore. She was young, her legs carrying her with the determination of one who still believed in the possibility of escape, of survival.
As she ran, her face was etched...
The young girl appeared suddenly, a blue dress fluttering against the backdrop of the shore. She was young, her legs carrying her with the determination of one who still believed in the possibility of escape, of survival.
As she ran, her face was etched...
#childhood
#death
#teens #war
#teens #war
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Existence Unremembered
I view it as a privilege to be present at someone’s passing, to play a part in changing the trajectory of one life and by extension, the lives of many others. These were my thoughts as the angry blast left the muzzle of my rifle, carrying despair in its unalterable path. The woman saw the flash of my powder and a moment of horror registered in her face. I love being present to witness that moment of realization.
At this nameless woman’s most beautiful time in life, her sharing of what was most treasured would be interrupted by a single 223 caliber bullet. The surgical entry...
At this nameless woman’s most beautiful time in life, her sharing of what was most treasured would be interrupted by a single 223 caliber bullet. The surgical entry...
#death
#sex
#violence
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The Iron Realm of Dark Souls (Ghostlords of the Witch)
May 31st 1921, was the worst devastating white violence against the black American
Fueled by, hate, jealousy, racism and white folks who gave a revengeful damn?
“Churches, schools as well as one-hundred and ninety one businesses burned to the ground
An unnecessary massacre of blacks that was amplified by a soul-piercing whistling sound,
“Throughout Tulsa, Oklahoma a asphyxiating dread begin to take hold
While dead bodies, mutilated, hanging or burning was visibly snatched of their soul,
“Race did not matter as The Iron Realm of Dark Souls...
Fueled by, hate, jealousy, racism and white folks who gave a revengeful damn?
“Churches, schools as well as one-hundred and ninety one businesses burned to the ground
An unnecessary massacre of blacks that was amplified by a soul-piercing whistling sound,
“Throughout Tulsa, Oklahoma a asphyxiating dread begin to take hold
While dead bodies, mutilated, hanging or burning was visibly snatched of their soul,
“Race did not matter as The Iron Realm of Dark Souls...
#dark
#death
#evil
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Insignia: The Light's Lament

#abuse
#death
#MeToo #revenge
#MeToo #revenge
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The Archives - One Night Stand
After that night I felt like a champ
I finally had a chance to get with this girl that I’ve been trying to get with ever since the 12th grade.
And even though my friends and family told me about her.
I just wanted to get with her since all I wanted was to take a chance…
I choose not to believe everyone’s gossip.
So, I played a game of chance.
Every time I lay down with this girl named Claire.
She made me feel good…like a real man should.
And I choose not to use protection every time we decided to do our deeds…
Dreams keep hunting me as I sleep at...
I finally had a chance to get with this girl that I’ve been trying to get with ever since the 12th grade.
And even though my friends and family told me about her.
I just wanted to get with her since all I wanted was to take a chance…
I choose not to believe everyone’s gossip.
So, I played a game of chance.
Every time I lay down with this girl named Claire.
She made me feel good…like a real man should.
And I choose not to use protection every time we decided to do our deeds…
Dreams keep hunting me as I sleep at...
#death
#sex
#temptation
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The Final Curtain (part 2)
Two weeks after my mother's funeral, my father has become much more distant
He's alienating himself from me & the rest of the family
He's becoming a drunk
I've tried to come over and talk with him
He'd tell me to go away, to leave him alone
The few words he would say weren't to pleasant
He wants to take his own life
He's described numerous ways on how he would rid of himself
I told him that if he would like to speak to a psychiatrist, I would go with him
He became agitated and smacked me in the face
He said with anger, "I DON'T NEED A...
He's alienating himself from me & the rest of the family
He's becoming a drunk
I've tried to come over and talk with him
He'd tell me to go away, to leave him alone
The few words he would say weren't to pleasant
He wants to take his own life
He's described numerous ways on how he would rid of himself
I told him that if he would like to speak to a psychiatrist, I would go with him
He became agitated and smacked me in the face
He said with anger, "I DON'T NEED A...
#alcohol
#cars
#death
#father
#fiction
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Unidentified
I am a fool.
I understand the meaning of the word and still, I walk like a man blind for a man starved.
My humanity exists beneath my skin and pushes up every so often like a man insane.”
The dim light of a lantern casts half of him in shadow as he says this, a solemn look on his face that doesn’t reach his widely smiling lips.
“Why are you telling me this?” Moans the soldier, clutching his side and slowly stroking the growing red patch on his uniform.
“I thought,” he pauses for moment, looking up at nothing, as if trying to...
I understand the meaning of the word and still, I walk like a man blind for a man starved.
My humanity exists beneath my skin and pushes up every so often like a man insane.”
The dim light of a lantern casts half of him in shadow as he says this, a solemn look on his face that doesn’t reach his widely smiling lips.
“Why are you telling me this?” Moans the soldier, clutching his side and slowly stroking the growing red patch on his uniform.
“I thought,” he pauses for moment, looking up at nothing, as if trying to...
#death
#fiction
#morality
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Revenge
10 years in jail made him a criminal
Originally went to the slammer for killing his sisters boyfriend
The boyfriend was no good
He would belittle, beat, rape & steal from his sister
He was also a small time criminal that was in & out of the slammer numerous times
He made many friends in the big house through the years
A few times the boyfriend threatened her brother
One time he pulled out a knife and stabbed him in the arm over a discussion at the dinner table on Thanksgiving
His parents and and the family witnessed it
She always made...
Originally went to the slammer for killing his sisters boyfriend
The boyfriend was no good
He would belittle, beat, rape & steal from his sister
He was also a small time criminal that was in & out of the slammer numerous times
He made many friends in the big house through the years
A few times the boyfriend threatened her brother
One time he pulled out a knife and stabbed him in the arm over a discussion at the dinner table on Thanksgiving
His parents and and the family witnessed it
She always made...
#death
#family
#prison
#revenge
#ShortStory
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My first

#death
#murder
#sex
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Antithetical Addict Understanding Love
I love you…
You mean the world to me…
I’m so lost in your spell. You’ve changed my life in more than one way. Bringing me peace of heaven and the perpetual punishment of hell.
I’ve learned how to live my life surrounded by pleasing you and trying to obtain you in the best way I can possibly achieve.
Even if you’re not the best on some days it doesn’t matter cause it’s just you what I crave.
You give me such a high and when you’re gone it’s so low. When you’re around you make everything go away. You’re so warm, loving and full of life. I’m stuck wanting to keep...
You mean the world to me…
I’m so lost in your spell. You’ve changed my life in more than one way. Bringing me peace of heaven and the perpetual punishment of hell.
I’ve learned how to live my life surrounded by pleasing you and trying to obtain you in the best way I can possibly achieve.
Even if you’re not the best on some days it doesn’t matter cause it’s just you what I crave.
You give me such a high and when you’re gone it’s so low. When you’re around you make everything go away. You’re so warm, loving and full of life. I’m stuck wanting to keep...
#death
#drugs
#love
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Click
Why you stalling on death when it's time to embrace?
Cuz every time I close my eyes I see their face
Who? The ones who'll turn their back and leave you to rot?
You tell me they're bad for me but maybe they're not
Do you feel any better now that they are around?
Do you feel less lost now that you've been found?
Has it changed anything, does your life still not suck?
You're the one suffering, do you think they give a fuck?
I don't know, maybe they actually care ...
Cuz every time I close my eyes I see their face
Who? The ones who'll turn their back and leave you to rot?
You tell me they're bad for me but maybe they're not
Do you feel any better now that they are around?
Do you feel less lost now that you've been found?
Has it changed anything, does your life still not suck?
You're the one suffering, do you think they give a fuck?
I don't know, maybe they actually care ...
#dark
#death
#despair #suicide
#despair #suicide
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EXCEPT FOR THIS SONG THE CRICKETS SING (Jamaica Beach beach house, 10-6-1991; 1st poem I wrote after moving back to TX)
well here i am
returned again
back to the state
i was born in
back home
on my very first night
here in my
tiny little
funky studio apartment
directly beneath my brother s
beach house
which will hopefully only be
my temporary
though at this point
even that remains
profoundly uncertain
to either see or say
present new island abode
after moving back here
to the far west end
of historic galveston island
texas
after living the last ten years
of my life
way out in beautiful ...
returned again
back to the state
i was born in
back home
on my very first night
here in my
tiny little
funky studio apartment
directly beneath my brother s
beach house
which will hopefully only be
my temporary
though at this point
even that remains
profoundly uncertain
to either see or say
present new island abode
after moving back here
to the far west end
of historic galveston island
texas
after living the last ten years
of my life
way out in beautiful ...
#death
#disability
#illness
#LifeCycle
#SelfReflection
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