These Abc Death poems are examples of Abc poems about Death. These are the best examples of Abc Death poems written by international PoetrySoup poets
There is a place you can go that is full of only love and Warmth .
you will be surrounded by a light that shines from the Heavens ,
Sprinkles of Silver and Gold.
This place is filled with brilliant colors of Purple , vibrant Gold, all colors.
not one Color is less significant then another ,
for every color is equal here .
This place is surrounded by the beauty of different Flowers.
All flowers have significance here . No one Flower is better then another .
All Flowers are equal here .
It is important you know , you can cry here , and should cry as often as needed .
For the tears will cleanse your Soul and give the Flowers water to grow.
No one Tear is insignificant here , every tear has value and not one is better then another .
money holds no value , Where you live , what you own, has no significance here .
You will be surrounded by a beautiful light that shines from the Heavens .
A shining warm light will encircle you and allow nothing to hurt you .
Hate will be shed at the door light a old jacket of no use.
There is a place of beauty and Worth.
This place will not be found on Earth .
It is a place where no one person is better then another .
Death by morning death by night
All I know is I die tonight
death is here death is there
Death follows me everywhere
Death is here death is now
I already know that someone will drown
I know that it might sound bad
I know how I die and I'm kinda glad
I know its comming I know its soon
I know that it might be you
Knowing the truth and what I see
weather its you or weather its me
I guess we'll just have to see
In the morning if I awake
Than I know it was a mistake
I know it is bad but I'm glad
It was you and not me
The rest is fate can't you see
You might know in your heart
Of your death how it starts
But when it happens its not up to me
Its all fate can't you see
knowing this and knowing that
I am just stating fact.
In my heart you will always stay.But I know your there
watching over me.I know your by my side.But I still
miss you.Just because I can't see you.I know your
there.You whisper in my ear and say your still my
little girl.But I know I will see you again.
was taking a bath on hills.
Trees were waiting
for the curtains to rise.
Scented stars would make
giant scars on the clouds,
I would make peace with the sky.
Lids of human greed were laden
with golden dust, I was hoisting the skull.
Of a virgin god who did not
want to live for the blotched up creation.
The decline was obvious. Truth
had refused to climb
on the sky-blue, salted peaks of springs.
Body had arrived,
mourners quietly wailing.
Gouged eyes could not decipher
the script on the halved pyramid.
Sun was sucking the clay.
Tell me it isn't true
That he didn't hurt you too
Tell me that your not crying
Please tell me your lying
Why I ask you
Why I say
Why should this happen today
Onlt 13 years
Now we shead 13 tears
Will my soul recover
My days and nights gets longer
Wondering if my days will get shorter
Feeling my heart getting heavy
The wish to hear his voice is driving me crazy
In loving memory Christopher Monte' Rivera
Why did she have to go away
Why did she leave all of us
I wish she was here so we can stop crying
She was the best grandma that anyone can have
when my cousins and I was young when she would bake a cake she would
always let us lick the spoon
She was so funny even when she wasent trying to be funny
Now she is looking down on all that know her and love her
When she first held her great grandson my son the look in her eyes she felt joy
and happyness and that he is still in her heart even though she is in a better
I miss her so much I still feel the pain in my heart but it will get better
I am glad she has no more pain..
She will live on in our hearts and we will never forget her
Her life did not end it is just beginning.
For MY Grandma Dorthy Purcell RIP AND I LOVE YOU
I'm gonna draw a picture
A picture with a twist
I'll draw it with a razor blade
I'll draw it on my wrist
As I draw this picture
A fountain will appear
And as that fountain flows
My troubles disappear
So tense am I
The falling sky
Holding my breath
Until the Death
It’s my life
So turn the scythe
Break the bread
And stop the Lead
Loud is it
The latest cry
But all the time
Red is the Dye
A placid face
Of Death’s clean lace
The slow coming of
A century’s Race
Imitating the waves,
I try to end the attachment
touching the shores,
then moving away.
Search for eternity erases
the designs. Birth
and death cling together.
I let go the passion,
the deviation of fear.
There cannot be two lives.
When the illusion meets
the pain, truth laughs,
I forego my future,
tear the past and burn the present.
Failed life hangs on
the silence of sorrow.
Names don’t hold any charm
they come & go. Days
drop like long coats
I search the night.
The desperate seeking
will not end the journey
It is there in the dark hole of the heart.
A pitless gloom.
I am afraid to be revealed.
Art of life is scissored,
Anniversary of flirtation
with death forgotten. We celebrate.
Armageddon approaches as
Huge horror of
Jewish and Christian
Onto an ancient
Seeking solutions are
Wailing war who wait
Zealots to enflame the world.