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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War is Hell, Hell is War!
In the grip of winter
Impending dread
The opposing army seized their home
Family fought them hard and with honor
Critical madness
All of his family slaughtered
Disemboweled
Stillborn removed
Torched
Charred remains
He was the last survivor
Barely endured the massacre
Ridden with disease
Severed survival
Gasping for air
On life support
A vacant coffin awaits
Retribution for the dead
Impending dread
The opposing army seized their home
Family fought them hard and with honor
Critical madness
All of his family slaughtered
Disemboweled
Stillborn removed
Torched
Charred remains
He was the last survivor
Barely endured the massacre
Ridden with disease
Severed survival
Gasping for air
On life support
A vacant coffin awaits
Retribution for the dead
#dark
#violence
#war
#death
#revenge
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Lay me down;
``~~~…~~~```
Oh Lord
Lay me down
And pour across my eyes
Even in the coldest winter
Bury me deep
Where the sun does not touch down
Even in the hottest deserts
Keep my memory
scattered even upon dusty mantles
May death finally bring me certain kinds of wisdom
Even across emotional hearted minds and wild vibrations of waters
Pour me deep
Laid across emotional towers
Where cowards keep jars of all their sorrow
Good Lord, send me home
Lord;
Oh Lord
I am ready now
Lay me down
```~~~… …~~~``` ...
Oh Lord
Lay me down
And pour across my eyes
Even in the coldest winter
Bury me deep
Where the sun does not touch down
Even in the hottest deserts
Keep my memory
scattered even upon dusty mantles
May death finally bring me certain kinds of wisdom
Even across emotional hearted minds and wild vibrations of waters
Pour me deep
Laid across emotional towers
Where cowards keep jars of all their sorrow
Good Lord, send me home
Lord;
Oh Lord
I am ready now
Lay me down
```~~~… …~~~``` ...
#gothic
#death
#peace
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The Fear Stings
I passed away long years ago
and death gave me all that I posses,
a comfy berth free of rent and tax, though,
being incomeless that could induce some stress.
I have a box to keep my bones within
a roof composed of good old English turf,
and here I lie and the dead long day sing
of the second coming and my rebirth.
I have sang all the old songs, composed anew,
and still I lie and still I sing,
although the notes are now lower and few,
as my bones return to dust, the fear stings.
and death gave me all that I posses,
a comfy berth free of rent and tax, though,
being incomeless that could induce some stress.
I have a box to keep my bones within
a roof composed of good old English turf,
and here I lie and the dead long day sing
of the second coming and my rebirth.
I have sang all the old songs, composed anew,
and still I lie and still I sing,
although the notes are now lower and few,
as my bones return to dust, the fear stings.
#death
#religion
#Christian
#rebirth
#rhyming
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No Birthday
On March 22nd i
got a call from the
crematorium with
some protocols
day of cremation
of Ravi, my cat.
On March 23rd i
was called by my
mother she picked
a fight, fuck it why
begged her to stop
she didn't, i cried
no apps cards or
phonecalls for me
no birthday wishes
just a text with the
time of cremation
On March24th i
came home, box
of ashes in hands
on the bottom his
name and the day
i was born ♰ i never
...
got a call from the
crematorium with
some protocols
day of cremation
of Ravi, my cat.
On March 23rd i
was called by my
mother she picked
a fight, fuck it why
begged her to stop
she didn't, i cried
no apps cards or
phonecalls for me
no birthday wishes
just a text with the
time of cremation
On March24th i
came home, box
of ashes in hands
on the bottom his
name and the day
i was born ♰ i never
...
#death
#birthday
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Dementia Stage 4 post thoughts commentary (The grey alone)
As I step into this grey alone,
I feel as though I'm feeling.
But no,
Just the sparks that fly in my eyelids,
they too cry in agony.
I can...
I can see,
It.
Its...
No!
Please don't fade again.
We dream without minds, I know without why.
It's dark with no love.
Only spite.
Can't fill what's empty, can't heal what's lost.
Time bleeds all out in time.
I feel as though I'm feeling.
But no,
Just the sparks that fly in my eyelids,
they too cry in agony.
I can...
I can see,
It.
Its...
No!
Please don't fade again.
We dream without minds, I know without why.
It's dark with no love.
Only spite.
Can't fill what's empty, can't heal what's lost.
Time bleeds all out in time.
#death
#LifeCycle
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Vanta
Don't fear the dark,
for the dark fears all but itself.
Rather consume it,
and digest all its wealth.
The stronger you glint,
the more opaque silhouettes cast.
Burdens keep glee, pride and joy in the past.
I dont feel just anymore...
There are strangers at my door.
Faith kept winds from reaching shore.
Never felt less, I am evermore.
Please listen,
Discard the tissue on my wrists, and
feel free to glisten.
My scars are there but easily missed when
our minds succumb to eternal prison.
Have...
for the dark fears all but itself.
Rather consume it,
and digest all its wealth.
The stronger you glint,
the more opaque silhouettes cast.
Burdens keep glee, pride and joy in the past.
I dont feel just anymore...
There are strangers at my door.
Faith kept winds from reaching shore.
Never felt less, I am evermore.
Please listen,
Discard the tissue on my wrists, and
feel free to glisten.
My scars are there but easily missed when
our minds succumb to eternal prison.
Have...
#anxiety
#depression
#dark #death
#dark #death
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For now, only ghosts can see
I salvaged the happiest photo today
It lays crippled at best inside
A promising vision
If you’d like to see then…
My skull only needs to be cracked open!
How despicable it is
To frame misery
Encase these torturous moments
Detain it to eyes of the living
You don’t need a too take a picture
It’s a lot easier to attend the upcoming funeral
And take a good look at my dead body!
For now and ever fantasy
Only ghost can see
Do you dare to walk through me?
...
It lays crippled at best inside
A promising vision
If you’d like to see then…
My skull only needs to be cracked open!
How despicable it is
To frame misery
Encase these torturous moments
Detain it to eyes of the living
You don’t need a too take a picture
It’s a lot easier to attend the upcoming funeral
And take a good look at my dead body!
For now and ever fantasy
Only ghost can see
Do you dare to walk through me?
...
#dark
#death
#frustration
#apathy
#bittersweet
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Yesterdays Future, Multiverse
Pictures flash
in front of me
colour fractions
pass , so frequently
tomorrows past
we all can see
just like yesterdays future
will always be .
Existential
within this dimension
every now and then
we hit old connections
reform recollections
get born
into new shells
conform
then live through hell
then fall
to the tomb , again .
There's relativity
and times gone
that will always be
no energy spent
just forms , new shapes
to represent
the...
in front of me
colour fractions
pass , so frequently
tomorrows past
we all can see
just like yesterdays future
will always be .
Existential
within this dimension
every now and then
we hit old connections
reform recollections
get born
into new shells
conform
then live through hell
then fall
to the tomb , again .
There's relativity
and times gone
that will always be
no energy spent
just forms , new shapes
to represent
the...
#death
#universe
#rebirth
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Thaw
Ice in my veins.
I'm waiting to escape
this pit
To put it nicely it's
too dark to try to find
a way out of it yet
Humor me with guidance
eyelids closed from growing dread.
Lose myself to madness
in a boat that just won't mend.
Let the sea
just
swallow it.
Oh I know that it ain't over yet
Row down the river
just to drink it all back in.
Underwater conscious
chasing back the thoughts with lead
The water grows so cold its frozen
up and
thats
as...
I'm waiting to escape
this pit
To put it nicely it's
too dark to try to find
a way out of it yet
Humor me with guidance
eyelids closed from growing dread.
Lose myself to madness
in a boat that just won't mend.
Let the sea
just
swallow it.
Oh I know that it ain't over yet
Row down the river
just to drink it all back in.
Underwater conscious
chasing back the thoughts with lead
The water grows so cold its frozen
up and
thats
as...
#death
#winter
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Orgy of Death
For those I hate
Fucking hell
Beneath the skin
An open wound
Thirsty for blood, hunger for flesh
Scattered carnage
Wriggling torsos
Pungent, infested disease
Brain candy for dessert
Vomiting repugnance
To die again
Fucking hell
Beneath the skin
An open wound
Thirsty for blood, hunger for flesh
Scattered carnage
Wriggling torsos
Pungent, infested disease
Brain candy for dessert
Vomiting repugnance
To die again
#violence
#death
#evil
#fiction
#horror
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Callie's Journals and Her Husband's Trust
March 21, 2024
This morning I’m holding Callie's journal, given to me by her grieving husband. I feel the weight of her absence as I begin to read her words. Memories of her vibrant life flood my mind. Callie lived fiercely (some would say wildly) embracing love in its many forms. Yet, in her faithful union with her husband of six years, she found solace and completeness.
As I sift through the pages, I'm struck by the intimacy and honesty of her thoughts. It’s a testament to her trust in me that he's passed this treasure into my hands. All her life passions, most...
This morning I’m holding Callie's journal, given to me by her grieving husband. I feel the weight of her absence as I begin to read her words. Memories of her vibrant life flood my mind. Callie lived fiercely (some would say wildly) embracing love in its many forms. Yet, in her faithful union with her husband of six years, she found solace and completeness.
As I sift through the pages, I'm struck by the intimacy and honesty of her thoughts. It’s a testament to her trust in me that he's passed this treasure into my hands. All her life passions, most...
#death
#LifeAsAWriter
#memories
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I Will Always Love You
The advent of night
Under the weeping moon
The twilight is her robe
Silent waters trickle down
Through the forest in autumn
Silhouette in the mist
A cold hand reaches out
Darkness encloses
Requiem
I bid you farewell, my love
Under the weeping moon
The twilight is her robe
Silent waters trickle down
Through the forest in autumn
Silhouette in the mist
A cold hand reaches out
Darkness encloses
Requiem
I bid you farewell, my love
#love
#death
#night #nature
#night #nature
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