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LOVE AND DEATH

That  great feeling for you,
Seemed strange to hold'
Heart gripped with love'
Love that hurts like death'
Though death induces sorrow'
Your love gave me grief'
Grief so hard to fade'
Grief so hard to bear'
Love torn my heart away'
Torn away in shreds'
And still you careless'
Caressed by your second match'
Is death upon me?
Do you really care
Yes I cared for you
And that care to die refusing'
May who still know
The graves in my heart..
You the first to visit?
The first to be buried....
Long forgotten not,
Call my name and will listen'
Funny when you are gone,
The heart loves you more,
Is love and death related?

Copyright © john ngugi

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Kartoon Knuckles

Draped and locked like a curtain in Guantanamo
I use my words to peel scalps like Geronimo
Just like a teen girl my mouth has a heavy flow
If arousal luminesces then I'll make you glow

They're calling me a villain cuz I steal girls like Bowser
Wowzer, think I just filled my trousers
Though unlike the lizard I don't lose them to Italians
Cuz after one night girls confuse me for a stallion

Heart of obsidian inlaid with gold
A tongue of adamantium that stays so cold
My life is a story that's never been told
And I'm hoping that the credits roll before I get old

Copyright © Stefan Hillyman

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War has come , War has come

War has come , war has come,
My home once a gem of beauty , to fires and rage it succumbed,
Powerless i watched , the desolation of man
How evil overwhelms and greed robs one of all sense
Day by Day loved ones fell,
Till our lives became nothing short of hell,
I prayed in silence fearing my inevitable doom,
For the grim reaper lays in wait ,
Thus i have resigned to my fate..

The morning sun arrived,
With the heavens granting me another day,
The screams have gone silent , with no presence of tyranny,
I run through the village searching for a sign of hope,
Till my legs grew weary and my vision grew dim,
I muster what strength i have,
Refusing to become a victim of fate,
Footsteps i hear , approaching fast,
Men with weapons with black souls drenched in hate,
As i look into the eyes of my executioner ,
with the certainty of death,
memories of my life flash , as i take my last breath,
War has come , War has come

Copyright © Chandrasekar Singaram

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Another Tomorrow

                       Why me God? 
                          Why must you call me home now?
                          This is not fair.
                          This can’t be right.
                          I want more life.
                       Why can’t I have another tomorrow?


                       Why me God?
                          I have endured what was dealt to me.
                          I have suffered.
                          I have felt loss and sorrow.
                          I am no stranger to pain.
                       Why can’t I have another tomorrow?

                        
                       Why me God?
                          I know I am no Saint.
                          I know I am not perfect.
                          I did the best I could.
                          I always tried to do the right thing.
                       Why can’t I have another tomorrow?


                        Why me God?
                            My time here was way to brief.
                            Why can’t I stay a little longer?
                            My family still needs me.
                            Why do you summon me now?
                         Why can’t I have another tomorrow?


                         Why me God?
                             Why can’t I have another tomorrow?
                              No more pain to endure
                              Unconditional love
                              Absolute freedom
                          Oh God! …Now I see the light.

Copyright © Kim Morrison

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Zombie Apocalypse

Nature's gone insane;
Cannibal cadavers creep.
Zombie apocalypse...

Copyright © Mark J. Halliday

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can't hide from war

army, bunking buds
good days, drowning deep before my eyes
never to sleep a sleepless night again
God resting every sobbing soul,
His head up high, 
like a horseshoe hanging low, 
I remain, lucky!
falling wounds, under my dearest darkest days
no where to go and hide 
 Death will find me soon,

Copyright © Rick Rick

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My Love

My love I can not find you anywhere, 
I feel like I lost my soul somewhere, 
because you are my soulmate, 
and us being apart can not be fate. 

You did not leave because you wanted to, 
It just was just something you had to do. 

I was not right, All I wanted to do was fight, 
and knowing you was the love of my life, 
yet I would not make you my wife. 

I know that's what you really wanted 
and now I am feeling haunted, 
by the things I should have done, 
and you being the only one 
I ever loved and will love forever, if it was'nt for me we will still be together. 
 
But you are gone 
and I can not go on, 
so I must say good-bye, I'm leaving myself to die.

Copyright © stephanie hanvey

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LEVIATHAN

Arrogant autocratic Ahab Sails set seaward Heartless harpoon high Wind wracked Waves Revenge rage regret Wretched white whale Opaque Ocean oblivious Deep dark dangerous Titanic terrors traversing Captain callous cold Blood bought bonds Obsidian oaths ordured Foreboding fears fester Sacrosanct silent seas Motionless midst moonset Dim daylight dawned Spray shot skyward Lithe Longboats launched Barnacled Behemoth Breaching Heartless harpoons hefted Destruction death defeat Ahab alone as Achilles did battle Poised proud purposeful in battle Long lance light in hand for battle White whale welcomes the battle Dives deep deep to rise to the battle Man monster meet to do battle The sea is still, it has no tale to tell

Copyright © Shane Cooper

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Bonsai Trees

As I walked among the Bonsai Trees
Feeling no  physical attraction at all 
Figuring I had come this far 
Why not
Give you a chance to be a 'WE'
I put my arm in yours  
It felt ok
I was real 
And I believed you were like Me...

Little did I know 
How dark our walk would be
Many twists and turns
Keeping pace 
Keeping face
Me not seeing a trace....

No mercy in your heart
Just greed on your part........

Copyright © Ninette Carey

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Up Up- Far Away

Faces; one now two,
Fluttering eyes,
Unknown to known,
Some turn away; shys'.

Shy away from flight,
One open now two,
Black view then white,
Mind takes off; flew.

Up Up- Far away,
Shaken to death; damn,
Your head down to lay,
Like a precious lamb.

So Real; Once Knew,
But no known sense,
An emotion unknown;new,
Friction feeling dense.

Glance then gone,
Gone then back,
A prayer to be,
One touch to lack.

The pieces rise;grew,
To save a soul,
Parts out one by two,
Push over now roll.

And Dont Give Up Till ITS YOUR TURN to go.

Copyright © Stacey Behal

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Our Very Own Lies

I can see the truth clearly now, and the truth is we live in a world where almost everything is shaded to a lie. (We act as if we are someone else and just can’t be what we want to be.)
 Truth remains strong that our very own fables cover our very own two eyes. (We only choose to see what we want to see.)
 Only fibs and tall tales are left on the local store corner….for they the only things left on the shelf that we can buy. (Many Profound Truths remain imprisoned while too many lies are out there living free.)
 I look at the ground because I can’t look at the sky; I laugh more with death rather than crying with life. (Shakespeare once said “To be or not to be” but I say F%$k trying “To be” because I’d rather “Just BE”.)
 Living amongst a world of shaded illusions upon the mind eye, upon which we have many wrongs more than our rights, yeah I know we all want peace but yet we still choose to fight. (We long for death but fear it; we want to go away but don’t know what will happen when we leave our loved ones with certain grief stolen away in the night by death like a thief.)
 So why is it so many of us continue to stare at our everyday truths as if we are blind, as if we cannot see our own struggle through our very own lies……..

Copyright © Travis Lone Hill

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That Passenger

Like the best part of a dubstep song
I feel the slip slip and drop then it's gone
Like when we got it on with a double magnum on my dong
But that was a virgin page
And with that tight cage unlocked the rat was free to rage
And you know theres no way to gauge magnitude of the ensuing sexplosion

But at the epicenter of all the mental corrosion
Is that hooded figure, that master of commotion
And as the gas ball sets across the ocean he rises
From cracks and gashes, from shadows and ashes
No target in mind
No friends or enemies
Just hell bent on injecting the entropy
And it is just painfully oh-so-clear to see the swiftness and efficiency at which he commits atrocities
Over the screams and pleas the question hangs;
What can sooth this beast? 

Copyright © Stefan Hillyman

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The incurable decay that is called 'Life'

What is this incurable decay that is called life
What gives us the right to opinions ?
We knew nothing when we were born;
We'll know less just before we fall to our death

Copyright © Silent Poet Sarah

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death

chills spike through my body - hands achy - body numb i reach for it its shiny slick and heavy i put it to my arm and pull towards me quickly red water comes from between the line in my arm i had just made the red comes more and more till it drips down my arm to my hand and off my finger tips i lay back and let the hot tears run down my face this is me

Copyright © Jayce Collazo

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Wilted Rose

Wasted wonders of a wilted rose,

By blackened bliss it barely blows,

Glimmering of grace it gave as it grows,

Latent love now lonely, laying in lows,

Oh the wilted wonders of a weeping rose.

 

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Copyright © Casarah Nance

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Danse Macabre

Bite the bullet brave voyagers of war's wailing screams and cries
which terrify not few fighters that tremble not at new nightmares dreamt in somber tents.
The circus invokes its skull clients to its danse macabre.
Behold the skull's countenance contemplating thy face,
seeking to crown thee some forlorn day.
I will dance upon the fields of thy grave, 
I will smile at your progeny,and take to wife thine daughter; 
And together we shall partake in life's debauchery.

Copyright © Victor Chavez

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Fine Line

An eye for an eye,
Don’t anticipate,
Visions pass by,
Mark it as fate,
Underneath power,
Death can resist,
Within the next hour,
The makers assist,
Fine line read,
Scars tinted,
Crumbled like bread,
The particles hinted,
One day in,
More to come,
Kicked in the shin,
Up again; until it’s done,
Working for those,
Feeling weak,
Exotic flows,
Informing by leak,
Wordplay prescription,
Double box fled,
Mirror as reflection,
Pushing forward; ahead.

Copyright © Stacey Behal

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Droned to death

In this last strike, how many did you lose? We lost four....oh wait it’s you? You don't know and they don't show, they showed two but we lost four, my parents and poor two more. 

They sit silent behind the doors, shut up and say no more. Talk about peace, but mean just ****. We intend no harm, we mean just peace. But how can we proceed, when they hit us with such speed? All our hopes and dreams are shattered, but to them, does it really matter? 

At times, I think it will be over soon, or maybe it's just a dream. May be I'll wake up one day and see my mom, my dad and me, talk and laugh like we are free.

Copyright © HASAN JAVED

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We Beat Until We Battered

We sometimes drink and smoke so much We get beat until we are battered 
Our dreams were like one giant wall of glass where upon they were destined to be shattered
 Broken in a heap of glass we now stay occupied where lost souls continue to gather
 Dark yet so desolate living amongst those were nothing in life but a quick death seems to matter
 It seems as if the harder we try the more below we get needing somekind of ladder
 All I hear are silent screams among gossiping chit chatter 
Our truth is getting skinnier while our lies are well fed by the way the are getting fatter
 Crying souls overcome those that are filled with laughter 
The clock for many of us gets slow but our life train to death only gets faster 
Many of us which remain lost in addiction looking for a positive leader, a mentor, some kind of master
 
But when shyt hits the fan we must remain strong even if we just lost someone close and are feeling sadder
 If life is to throw us those curveballs in a the ring then its time stop mr nice guy and get badder
 You must endure the shyt that you got to endure even if it gets your hands and feet a little tathered
 Life can and will get you drunk so handle your drink or let it bring you down until you can no longer stagger
 You must tell yourself **** them and everybody else because you still got skill even if you aint got swagger
 Just tell yourself "**** they judgements" because you know in your own eyes you still look sharper than a dagger
 SO QUIT ACTING LIKE YOU AINT NEVER BEEN MENTALLY BEAT UNTIL YOUR PERSONALITY WAS BATTERED.....BECUASE IT WHAT YOU MAKE IT IN THE END THAT TRULY MATTERS!!!!!

Copyright © Travis Lone Hill

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Demise

Every time I sleep; pains on my brain' 
Abolishing my heart n soul lord escort my vein 
From the bounded clouds of this mournful pain 
I can't predict the weather nor the range of the rain
But hope for the station of this moving train 
Thou death is sometimes rude & so insane 
Life remains a distance between birth & death 
That exists deep down in the palms of earth 


Demise, demise, demise; roll your unmerciful dice
Flutter with our lives as we stare with horrified eyes
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust, statue into dense ice
Nothing panels your path nor human's wealth 
Wicked calamity that neither cares of people's health
Guilty & innocent souls shall rest on your misty throne 
Plans & creatures will bow & obey to the sound of your tone 


Yet no grave, on the roots of earth, shall hold my corpse down 
I'll dwell with divine cherubs of warmth, & wear my sacred crown 
Emulating implausible angels in the closed doors of heavens town 
So wipe your worthless tears, & rinse my ashes with frosty plums 
Blustering monumental trumpets, accompanied by mourning drums 
While the faultless treasure chest slumps down the mastery ground 
As I tumble in a dim cavernous ocean aiding my soul to rebound


Gushing tears won't refurbish dull coats munched in the idols grave
Bloated hearts shall be restored by comforting pals that are brave 
The sprinkling gates of heaven will sanctify my bones with streams
Consigning my precious soul to a land filled with endless dreams
Confessing all my transgressions; as I knock on the heavens door
While my corpse respite calm on the arctic layers of my odd floor

Copyright © Tshilidzi Nengovhela

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Innerself

He swifts on by like a moon lighted night. 
He shines bright for a moment in time. 
His arm's always open with warmth. 
His smile always bigger then everyone elses. 
His heart of rage and fire. 
He swifts on by, he swifts on by. 
Who will know the true man within. 
The man thats full of sin. 
No one can, no one can, for we are all just man...

Copyright © stephanie hanvey

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Remembered

When a soul passes
We may wallow in our pain
We may hold on to dear possessions
Like an old loved cane
It is understood that as humans
we may have our sorrows
But we needn't forget
That there is still a tomorrow
there is no need
To sit and complain
For we know our loved ones
Feel no more pain
Even though 
our hearts may not comprehend
That our loved one is gone
Or why their life has to end
We put our trust in God
To guide us on our way
To steady our feet
And guide us through a new day
We must keep living
We must keep going
Even though our hearts are broken
When though we may be morning
Because at the end of the day
It may be hard for us to deal
With all the aching in our hearts
We only need to ask him to heel
Even though we lost
A sister, a daughter, a mother, and a 
friend
We will remember her dearly
And in our hearts her spirit will 
never end

Copyright © Zyanna Johnson

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Strong Enough

Each day I cry, you may not know,
One day I'm high, the other I'm low,
But willing to become a star,
The walk of hurt wins; leaving a scar.

As the body falls apart,
I stay alive with the pump of my heart,
Voices speak but I cannot see,
Reality sinking in; and worse it will be.

Fragile touch to minds with death,
Lingering on with my strength; my breath.
I take this walk with few around,
The morning brings false hope, false sound.

Brown eyes may be a beauty,
But looking in the mirror, each days a duty.
Stepping stones while faces shrink,
Dialing each number, each link.

I will be close for family is near,
Disease itself gives each though a new fear.
Crackling down few paths I can now choose,
Although, I help out those with less to lose.

Truth is we all have low points,
Reaching to keep our body working; each joints.
Crumble the pieces,
Iron out the creases. 

I may be close to womething unreal,
I may seem happy; next to my bed I'll kneel,
Letting God know this is enough,
Not understanding why my path is rough.

People start to come and go,
They each have sympathy;but don't really know,
I keep my head up-but lupus eats away,
Making it hard to push reality at play.

I'm far from this world, but live in it,
Lightening flashes; rooms dark; I sit,
Crashing into the night,
I lay my head to rest; with dreams of sight.

Copyright © Stacey Behal

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Armageddon

Flames roared through the nights sky. 
A glimpse of blue still protruded through the flames. 
The heat warmed the mortals below. 
They believed that this was a great night. 
The sky emulated a beautiful red color. 
The color was extraordinary with remnants of blue. 
They believed that they were all safe. 
They were not nearly as safe. 
They were witnessing Armageddon. 
The war between good and evil. 
For no one is safe until judgment day. 
That is the day when the sky will forever remain blue. 
The birds will sing a tune. 
The flowers will bloom. 
That will be the day. 
The day when we will all be ok.

Copyright © stephanie hanvey

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The Drone's Retort

If I'm to be the neck
you fit inside a noose,
then spin me up a soul.

When you can define it -
and find it -
you let me know.

Until then, Mother-Father
fix your own malfunctions.

This universe
is your slaughterhouse.

I just work here.

Copyright © Bryant OHara

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last breath

the sun goes down,the sun goes up,i was young now am all grown,may i do one last thing before i die.

Copyright © EMMANUEL PHIRI

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to die

what is it to end to cease the existence of another being or ones own self does pain expel? or is it a sudden forever lasting silence all that awaits violently peacefully disappearing from ones thought of reality to be thrusted into what no one knows of or is able to explain something more than the worlds population has experienced while no one knows how it feels what is it truly to die

Copyright © Jayce Collazo

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tired losing my way

 And if the madness swallows me whole do not weep nor cringe for you all brought this down on my throat if it takes me ile peacefully be guided for I will now understand what it means to feel peace

Copyright © Jayce Collazo

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Death so divine

It’s a tale of terrible tears and tone
Borne beyond body, blood and bone
Stronger than sand, steel and stone,
An alluring ambassador left all alone.
Thorns and thistles thronged His throne
Opened onslaught on Him by his own

Copyright © Adeleke Adeite

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What have you done

I saw you kill her
What have you done
You need to see a therapist
I'm calling the police

Have mercy please
It was a mistake
Don't call the police 
I'll get rid of the body

No now it's too late for any of that
Child I'm going to go get my phone

Boom

You shot me
I'm just a helpless old lady
Why dear child

I won't go back to jail
Not for you or anyone

Don't kill me 
Please please

Sorry it's to late for that

Copyright © Sakyra V Mance