Poems About Death by Top Critiquers
#death
Poems about death by top critiquers. Poems written by members who have given lots of feedback to other poets this month.
TAG, YOU'RE IT! (collaboration with Lilliputian)
They played a fierce game of tag all of their lives
From as far back to childhood through to their later years in life
Tag you're it
Now, tag you're it!
The game was harmless, but both were eager to tag the other throughout their lives
Even when they were married & had families, the game went on
One of them fell ill a few years back
Even so, wheelchair bound and sick, he would tag his friend gleefully, like he did for over 70 years
His friend was saddened but thought he'd bounce back
He never did
While in the hospital on his deathbed, he...
From as far back to childhood through to their later years in life
Tag you're it
Now, tag you're it!
The game was harmless, but both were eager to tag the other throughout their lives
Even when they were married & had families, the game went on
One of them fell ill a few years back
Even so, wheelchair bound and sick, he would tag his friend gleefully, like he did for over 70 years
His friend was saddened but thought he'd bounce back
He never did
While in the hospital on his deathbed, he...
#dark
#death
#friendship
#ghosts
#ShortStory
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Letting Go
You are the beauty in my soul
Something that I didn’t realize made a hole
Why did you have to go
Why did I let you go
You are the bird that sings.
That swoops around a little playful thing
Why did you have to go
Why did I let you go
You were a typhoon
In the quiet of my room
Why did you have to go
Why did I let you go
Now you are an ache
In the center, where you pushed the stake
Why did you have to go
Why did I let you go
I lay here taking...
Something that I didn’t realize made a hole
Why did you have to go
Why did I let you go
You are the bird that sings.
That swoops around a little playful thing
Why did you have to go
Why did I let you go
You were a typhoon
In the quiet of my room
Why did you have to go
Why did I let you go
Now you are an ache
In the center, where you pushed the stake
Why did you have to go
Why did I let you go
I lay here taking...
#death
#despair
#sadness
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20 Comments
This is Me
This is me, Louise
For those who knew me
Call me Missy
Remember me
In conversations and smiles
Remember me in memories
Make ‘em funny
Cat momma
Osie and Salem, my joy
After my cat babies…
Cigarettes and casinos
Classic rock and roll
Wheel of Fortune
Kohl’s, Aldi’s and The Dollar Store
Those were my jams
Lalalalalalalala
I can’t hear you
Those head phones weren’t just for my music
I didn’t need to hear your...
For those who knew me
Call me Missy
Remember me
In conversations and smiles
Remember me in memories
Make ‘em funny
Cat momma
Osie and Salem, my joy
After my cat babies…
Cigarettes and casinos
Classic rock and roll
Wheel of Fortune
Kohl’s, Aldi’s and The Dollar Store
Those were my jams
Lalalalalalalala
I can’t hear you
Those head phones weren’t just for my music
I didn’t need to hear your...
#death
#friendship
#illness
88 reads
17 Comments
a place to rest
sadness desires also a place to rest
an oasis of wildflowers and green
blue skies and gentle rain
resting in the field the sunshine
doesn't cast shadows
on the long days that drain
she cavorts where the shaded grief
remembers her name
without overwhelming
and the sunflowers can grow
waving on the winds
producing seeds with the poppies
rolling hills sigh because nature provides
relief to a weary soul
rising early in the morn to catch the mist
and converse with wisdom
the man from which all grows...
an oasis of wildflowers and green
blue skies and gentle rain
resting in the field the sunshine
doesn't cast shadows
on the long days that drain
she cavorts where the shaded grief
remembers her name
without overwhelming
and the sunflowers can grow
waving on the winds
producing seeds with the poppies
rolling hills sigh because nature provides
relief to a weary soul
rising early in the morn to catch the mist
and converse with wisdom
the man from which all grows...
#death
#love
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That's it.
We die.
We cry.
We sigh.
We cry.
We sigh.
#death
#LifeCycle
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Persephon(Eerie)
Today
your shell was planted
under topsoil
surrounded by florals
every color of spring
I thought of Persephone
descending
into a season of darkness
In that moment
I realized the metaphor
of your moniker—
the strangeness it projected
It is only in murkiness—
a lack of illumination
that seeds escape
the confines of their husks
stretching through the dark
toward a season of florescence
your shell was planted
under topsoil
surrounded by florals
every color of spring
I thought of Persephone
descending
into a season of darkness
In that moment
I realized the metaphor
of your moniker—
the strangeness it projected
It is only in murkiness—
a lack of illumination
that seeds escape
the confines of their husks
stretching through the dark
toward a season of florescence
#death
#graveyard
#metaphor #mythology
#metaphor #mythology
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LIFE IS A ROAD TRIP
No matter
when or where
we made our
advent into
the world;
we began a
journey down,
or up, the
road of life.
Along the way
"101" ups and
downs meet us
on our journey.
We have tried
to extend life
with pills and tucks,
but the journey
on life's road continues;
it gets faster the
longer we have
traveled our road.
Up ahead, either
closer than ever, or
still at a distance,
The DEAD end is
reached. Yet, death
isn't the end of us,
as long as someone
remembers...
when or where
we made our
advent into
the world;
we began a
journey down,
or up, the
road of life.
Along the way
"101" ups and
downs meet us
on our journey.
We have tried
to extend life
with pills and tucks,
but the journey
on life's road continues;
it gets faster the
longer we have
traveled our road.
Up ahead, either
closer than ever, or
still at a distance,
The DEAD end is
reached. Yet, death
isn't the end of us,
as long as someone
remembers...
#birth
#childhood
#death
#fate
#aging
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2 Comments
It's not over when you lose
From within the inner vibes of my life, 🤔 I had to come to accept what my life, has and will become for with each reason. I had to fight back with MY OWN strength and courage as my.personal devil's.😈 Be standing in the darkness, as they hide behind a mask. THAT entered into the deepness of my life, as well as my body and mind. 😞 For sure I remember that day as if it just happen yesterday, 🤔 when my whole life changed right before my own eyes 👁️ 👁️ For I remember that moment when the pain became to hard to 🐻 and sleepless...
#aging
#death
#fate
#SelfReflection
#SelfWorth
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4 Comments
Fatso...
I'm in a world without you.
It grows darker as I age.
I'm not the same without you.
These are my lonliest days.
I'm not happy thinking about you.
Your thoughts are no longer sunny rays.
I'm just sitting here without you.
Your presence slowly fades.
I don't want to live in a world without you.
I don't want to forget your simple gaze.
I don't want to think of you not being here.
My mind is useless if you don't stay.
Its not a world without you.
It will never be the same.
I hope your happier without me.
I...
It grows darker as I age.
I'm not the same without you.
These are my lonliest days.
I'm not happy thinking about you.
Your thoughts are no longer sunny rays.
I'm just sitting here without you.
Your presence slowly fades.
I don't want to live in a world without you.
I don't want to forget your simple gaze.
I don't want to think of you not being here.
My mind is useless if you don't stay.
Its not a world without you.
It will never be the same.
I hope your happier without me.
I...
#death
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5 Comments
Lady Fancy R.I.P. ( A tribute )
I knew Lori as well anyone knows someone whom they've never met but knew so well..
She was on DUP at the same time I was but we never crossed paths until we did.
Ironically we worked at the same company in the city but did not know each other then.
Had we known each other then we surely would have had drinks downstairs in the bar where everyone went on Friday nights...
That brings us to DUP.
I think she commented on one of my poems and I back and then another and that went on for awhile. Till one day I posted a painting with one of my poems and then it was...
She was on DUP at the same time I was but we never crossed paths until we did.
Ironically we worked at the same company in the city but did not know each other then.
Had we known each other then we surely would have had drinks downstairs in the bar where everyone went on Friday nights...
That brings us to DUP.
I think she commented on one of my poems and I back and then another and that went on for awhile. Till one day I posted a painting with one of my poems and then it was...
#death
#LifeCycle
#sadness
291 reads
35 Comments
Leaf Cadavers
The driving miniscule flakes of snow.
Confim the world is a shaken globe.
Dark brown leaf cadavers can still be seen.
Crumbled in death poking through the newborn powder.
The haunted silence is even louder.
Life touching death, unusually serene.
Ghosts of autumn yearn for snowy winter
For a short while, the white world is void of the sinister.
The wind inhales a frozen breath.
A frigid cold whisper upon my neck.
Exhalations of steam, blow at the iced vanilla trees.
Bird population take haven in the branches.
To behold the...
Confim the world is a shaken globe.
Dark brown leaf cadavers can still be seen.
Crumbled in death poking through the newborn powder.
The haunted silence is even louder.
Life touching death, unusually serene.
Ghosts of autumn yearn for snowy winter
For a short while, the white world is void of the sinister.
The wind inhales a frozen breath.
A frigid cold whisper upon my neck.
Exhalations of steam, blow at the iced vanilla trees.
Bird population take haven in the branches.
To behold the...
#death
#LifeCycle
#snow #winter
#snow #winter
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12 Comments
THE END OF ONAN
He spilled his seed
doing the deed,
not let if flow
where it should go -
into the wife
he took for life
and make a heir
for late brother.
He was struck dead
(while still in bed?)
condemning wife
to widowed life.
doing the deed,
not let if flow
where it should go -
into the wife
he took for life
and make a heir
for late brother.
He was struck dead
(while still in bed?)
condemning wife
to widowed life.
#death
#rhyming
#sex #religion
#sex #religion
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DU Poetry : Poems About Death by Top Critiquers