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cascading crystals fall......... like
rhinestones from the sky
a shower of ,
your endless love
on me before I die.
Bodies molded into one, golden by the fire-light
Heat between the lovers touch could warm the coldest night
Golden locks around her shoulders; the softest hands upon her waist
Of all the sweets and wine been tasted- his lips the sweetest taste.
Her cheeks were red like roses, and his eyes were bright as day,
Imprinted on the others heart, there could be no other way
Gentle moans and gasps of love, ensconced in lovers game
Eros, Philia, and Agape, with neither lover tame.
His heart was her heart, his breath was her breath
Making love until time's end, and then his death her death.
In the cemetery I walk, so dark it is this night.
Hoping that the Ghouls won't start to bite.
I feel the tug of the dead, as each grave I pass.
Thankful this nervous tension won't last.
Armed with my Animation supplies,
I stare out at all the green glowing eyes.
A chicken for my blood sacrifice,
Raising the dead, there's always a price.
The salt keeps the dead inside.
Using the machete our magic, we'll ride.
Salt is for everybody's protection.
Cold steal seals out any deception.
To prime the earth so the dead will rise,
cast the blood and create our ties.
Focus my energy and the ground starts to shake.
Winds whip through the area and the on-lookers quake.
I command all that is at least 3 days dead.
Just enough time for the soul to move ahead.
Born with this power as a Necromancer,
When I will my power all the dead have to answer.
I look to Sandra Hudson, who hired me,
to raise the dead and hear their screams.
I call Illyanna De La Keur from her deep, dark grave.
Her words are scary so be very, very brave.
For John Loving III's "Haunted Poets Society"
he murdered me
I am 21 years old.
I lay here with my body cold
I always gave him the best of me.
Begging for his love on my knee.
I never listened to nobody's advice.
Only to my husbands lies.
He told me that he loved me.
Beating me till I could no longer see.
One day he took me by surprise.
Now everyone around me cries.
It's to late to see he was not the right guy.
It's to late to tell all my loved ones goodbye.
Now I'm in a place where he can't touch me.
In a box called a coffin, only I see..
While you stay and rot behind in jail..
God came and took me away from your hell.
"The Arabian Nights"
Underneath the oceans veil.
Mystery lies within.
Beyond Orion's belt, I shift my mind to sail.
Within me, every constellations hides secrets of sin.
Allowing me, to time frame the world of yesterday.
I found portals with no way-out.
Covering every bruise that my body had on display.
Drawing along the mist of no doubt!
I tie eternity into loopholes with no ending.
Singing a song that lacks the strength to be strong.
Trying hard to swallow words that have no mending.
Babbling at my tongue, when one's heart is wrong.
I hide in the light, away from the darken mist.
A sprint sensation lurking down-under.
Anthologies written only to exist.
A place that strikes louder than thunder.
Eyes that port and slow everything down.
Mysteries behind, a deadly desert storm.
Slaving under the 3rd crown.
Candlelight's guiding a new wedding form.
Executed in a thousand tales, of romance.
Knocking at my door ending another dream.
A sensual marriage with regrets, and loss of chance.
Dancing streams with no means.
Avalon, closing over an Arabic Night.
A story cradling me in bed.
By morning dawn I will no longer see light.
Waking up to another Arabian Night.
NOTE~ I read the book 5 years ago.
ABOUT~ "THE ARABIAN NIGHTS."
the book is Full of mischief, valor, ribaldry, and romance,
I based my poem On the Queen,
Who's Husband would kill his new wife after one night of marriage...
Most of my lines are metaphorical, about the mysteries and stories told...
enjoy~~ click about this note
Thea, grandfather Alferd's dog died, she was so old and sick
Now is Thea on the moon, says Adrian who is six
Michael Jackson died so unexpectedly and abruptly
He is on the moon and plays with Thea, says Adrian who is a big fan
Betzy, grandfather Arild's dog died, she was also old and sick
Now Betzy is also on the moon with Thea and Michael Jackson and play all day
Great Grandmother died so unexpectedly and abruptly
Adrian who is six had difficulty understanding
Adrian who is six cried many tears for Great Grandmother
but comforted himself with the fact that she is sitting on the moon and
makes waffles to Thea, Michael Jackson and Betzy.
A-L Andresen :) - A true story -
Go now, rest your weary heart.
Against the soft moonlit night.
Walk into the valley of peace and tranquility.
Loosen those chains that bind your soul.
Let them fall to the ground, never look back.
Let the veil of time lift you up.
As the last breath of life seeps from your lips.
Float out of this world and into the light.
Through the veil of time, go now, no time to wait.
For now you are free, free to be who you really are.
Imagine you flying against the golden sun.
Fly with the spirits who light the nights.
Go now to the world beyond time.
Worn out with lost dreams are you.
Go now and let them come true.
Set yourself free from these bones.
Feb. 29th 2012 leap year
Red wine and retrospect
Make my thoughts more clear
Life here is not our own
And time swirls out of our control
Seasons come and go too fast
Dancing on spring days never last
Summer heat gives way to fall
And wintery evenings take their toll
Then suddenly, comes twilight’s dread
As days draw closer to an end
Much faster than we ever dreamed
Stolen away from us, it seems
When confusion and sadness creep inside
And whisper fear into my head
When sorrow brings me to my knees
Haunting me inside my dreams
When I ponder life and death
The breathing of my dying breath
The finality… It just seems wrong
Is this to be my final song?
Or can I long for something more…
Will I enter some unknown door
when my flame is finished burning
when my body shudders cold
Can I boldly face what is to come
Trusting there is something better?
An eternal season to dance and sing…
The hope of dancing in an unending Spring
© Rebecca L ~ 2013
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I look across the bed… you’re not there… you’re dead.
I look across the bed and see…you’re no longer next to me.
I reach over and try to feel your skin,
and remember all the joy there had been…
but my hands come back empty…trying desperately to hold on,
barely clinging to life now that your gone.
And I let out a cry I’m quite sure heaven hears,
Or will it linger in limbo for all of my years.
How lonely this bed, where imprisoned I lay.
How long can I take this day after day?
They say that in spirit your right next to me.
But that is no comfort for it’s blackness I see.
They say that it’s time to move on with my life,
But they have no clue of my pain and my strife.
You were my best friend, my angel, my love,
You were hand picked for me from above.
You were the one who’s soul I adored
Whatever I did you were there to applaud.
You alone knew me inside and out,
And the love that we shared left no one to doubt.
For you were my angel sent from above,
To care for, to lean on, to cherish and love…..
So I’ll go back to bed where imprisoned I lay,
And hope for a joy that visits someday.
Don’t cry, I have not gone I’m with you all the time
When you're down, reach out your arm your hand will be in mine
Don’t think of what it might have been, when days and nights are just too much
If you feel you can’t go on, take a moment and feel my touch
Don’t cry, try and keep a smile, my love and strength is all around
I’ll be there, like a snapshot of time, while you’re listening to my favourite sound
You’ll see me everywhere you go, and maybe even hear my voice
Be strong at least you’ll always know I did not leave through choice
Don’t cry, we will not end I’ll see you every day
Sight and sound you do not need, for in your heart I’ll stay
To live in the hearts of those we love is not to die
It does not matter how long we live, but why?
Don’t cry, death cannot divide us, bright stars may dim their light
Each new dawn when the darkness has fled, the sun may not seem as bright
When every nerve is numb, and your heart has lost the will to fight
Do not despair for me, for together we drank the moonlight.