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Dear Lucifer

I cannot compete with something as painstakingly glorious as you
Envy is but a humbling tumble down a steep, rocky hill
I am crushed in your fits of glory—your screaming for passion
My approaches are absolutely wrong
Therefore my communication is a weak, ransomed victim
Your poison arrow frog skin rubs against my exposed body
I happily accept my fate
For your beauty surpasses the ephemeral pain of the infectious reign
My erroneous, inevitable downfall
I hold you up—I feel the need to keep you tall!
Michael the Archangel did not insult you once, Lucifer
How then will I? 
How can I possibly be higher than you?-
Why would I want to?
I admire your freedom
I simply disregard your macrodomes of ever-worshiped flaw 
If I could allow myself, I would share in your glory
Only to add to it further
But as I am poisoned with the truth
I can only be your grounded pedestal
And though you flee from humility in its wake upon my brow
I realize everyday you are living for the grounded now
And I merely look to the unknown future
A place I dread where you unwillingly hold me up
Bonded in the ground with Death and Hades
You become my pedestal, and the worms my vineyard
My parasitic feet seer your glory
I am ever so sorry
I never wanted this renown

There was a time I do recall
When you overtook me in my sleep
I cried aloud in helpless acceptance
But soon I was forced in a croak of laughter
I felt your bitter poison
I felt pride at last
I thank you for it
I thank you for showing me

What I will never be

Dear Lucifer,
Provoke me no longer to praise your eternal existence
Generations of Evening take a hold of me now
And the fruit must be shared


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Nyx

Nyx - Ode -

Strophe:

The shadows know the
scent of clove
as Nyx devolves her
orphic code;
her odes address the
stars above,
inviting so, the
Morpheus' bode.

Her darkness strings
the scenic
stillness,
her laughter waves
inside the ether,
small hours submit
erotic bleakness,
advancing 'mid the
sage and heather.

The creatures glance
- with eyes of amber
beneath the blinking
starry flare,
while Nyx, the
infinite advancer,
inflicts her
thralldom and
affair.

Antistrophe:

The blanching moon,
in ventured glory,
embraced by Erebus
at night,
unfolds her mane of
black graphite,
distributing her
daunting dowry.

She meekly bids to
worlds of blooms,
the mortals on the
breezes' breath,
bestowing grand the
kiss of death,
with fates to weave
the orchard looms.

Epode:

Suggesting darkened
deeds and dismal,
with sovereignty she
guides - abysmal,
the chanted souls to
follow thence,
her clouded callings
consequence.

© G. Venetopoulos,
26-03-2014 - (date
the poem was
revised)
© G. Venetopoulos,
10-03-2012 
(Iambic Ode)
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Nyx = Night

Paintings of Nyx:
http://tinyurl.com/67gs9u

http://tinyurl.com/ndvfvbw

The story on
Wikipedia:
{
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nyx
Nyx ("Night" in
Greek) – Roman (in
Latin): Nox – is the
Greek goddess (or
personification) of
the night. A shadowy
figure, Nyx stood at
or near the
beginning of
creation, and was
the mother of other
personified deities
such as Hypnos
(Sleep) and Thanatos
(Death). Her
appearances are
sparse in surviving
mythology, but
reveal her as a
figure of
exceptional power
and beauty. She is
found in the shadows
of the world and
only ever seen in
glimpses. }


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Ode for John

How could you leave your loving bride?
Cut down in youth, still in your prime
Your rare blood disease appeared suddenly
Just four years of bliss till you were taken from me

When first I saw your face, those blue eyes stunned
So many adored you, but your kind heart I won
Just by showing you love and sharing our joy
Even my mama worshiped my special, sweet boy

Death seems to take the finest too soon
Their faces smile in stars embracing the moon
One day we shall be reunited, my love
Until then, I search for comfort in night sky above

Comfort comes quickly when his spirit visits
I see his eyes twinkling, how could I miss it
Whenever I pull a fresh fish from the sea
A worthy fisherman, John would be pleased

When I'm feeling down I need only resurrect
Precious memories of John I cherish and protect


*John was my beloved husband.  Elegy in honor of Dr. Ram's contest.


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Renaissance Reed

     Lou Reed , Mistral of his time
     so you walked this road on the wild side
     unique in music , never selling out 
     believing in Art instead of commercialize
     
     Lou Reed the musician never compromised ~
     Sweet Jane not enough for our crowd of eccentric rockers 
     still will live forever with the many that left before you
     one can imagine from John Lennon to Johnny Ramone 

     a party in Heaven of the finest rock bestowed 
     no text , no MTV when they pursued a dream 
     New York, hotel Chelsea an age of Renaissance
     ragged jeans and leather jackets ,Art on stage  

     No, your Rock not ever fade away , it will stay sweet Jane forever ~

      For the fine Man with words , ode to Lou Reed .

     

     
     



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The Unknown Poet n' the Lover with an Immortal Heart (Part 5 Final)

This new born day I celebrate your souls release from guilt n’ captivity since that day you 
felt a carnal touch of sin within as your hands played poetically upon the curves of your dead 
lover’s silken skin…
I know now  you made your way to the top of the rocks to plant a tree to guard this sacred 
place where I fell from thee n’ you repeated the poetic chant of love’s abandoning to follow 
me into our karmic destiny…

On that fateful day your soul bled away at the top of this crest by a solitary juvenile tree, 
your body of words fell to the rocks at the base of this cliff, embroidered into the blood of 
me…
The one who would hold a feather to her face on this crest by the sea n’ remember finally 
the days gone by of you n’ me, our deaths from love’s abandoning when you my love were 
lost to this world n’ me for ten centuries…

I now await destiny as we will love forever more with immortal hearts…


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Lament to Lone Coyote

This pain in my heart is out of control,
for life without you has deeply wounded my soul.

Bitter-sweet memories flood my weary brain,
as this heartache and grief drive me insane.

Your part in my life, a blessing I treasure;
and love for my Coyote is far beyond measure.

You are at peace and suffer no pain.
This, alone, be my comfort to keep me half sane.


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In Memoriam (Che Guevara)

                            I
I woke up this morning with tears in my eyes,
your face was in the morning paper;
they shot you dead like a dog,
hunted you out all day and night.

                            II
They said you'd always been a bad seed
and youths were dying because of you;
they said you're a criminal on the run
with a dirty face and shaggy head.

                    (Refrain)
But I know you better than they do,
you preached love to all the people;
you fought for them, young and old,
you lit up their nights with your heart.

                            III
And now as I see you lying dead,
it seems my dreams have vanished as well;
they can call you names, any names they want,
but I know there's only one like you, 
there's only one like you, 
there's only one Che Guevara.
              (Repeat Refrain)
                
You lit up their nights with your heart,
you lit up their nights with your heart,
you lit up their nights with your heart.



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Cry of the Soul

Once, when my soul cried out in mournful pain;
I believed the Spirit, with me, wept.
When I felt that life was all in vain,
He lifted me from the drowning depth.

Now when flowing tears upon me fall,
and all seems hopeless in this life;
Does He hear my constant wailing call,
when I feel grief’s merciless cutting knife?

Where is my God when I need Him so,
when my soul is wounded and torn apart?
The One Who promised to never forsake nor leave,
does He see me here with bleeding heart?

Like the lonesome howling coyote, my soul does cry
in vain, it seems for peaceful relief.
And as the unfolding years go by,
will I forever be haunted with relentless grief?

Will there be answers which I will someday find?
Will my feet ever be back on the ground?
Unanswered questions riddle my weary mind,
as I feel and see the misery all around.

I was one of faith and considered strong,
but now am weak and a pitiful creature.
What I have become, I have pondered long;
and realize my need of the One True Teacher.

Once again, my howling, mournful wail cries out;
“Oh, God, my Master, hear my plea.
We need Your help, without one single doubt.
We beg for strength to set all pain free...”


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Ode to Liam

Oh how my heart yearns for you
That once was my dearest friend
We traveled many miles with each other
shared our thoughts and passions

We put the world to rights time and again
You were my sanctuary from life's woes
Never asking or expecting anything from me
freely giving me everything you could

It was only when you were taken from me
That I realised what a gift I had lost
The gap left in my heart so big,
A chasm I was unable to fill

Why oh why you i cried out in sorrow
It should have been me for you were no age
The angels took a piece of my heart
On the day they took you

One day soon I will again travel with you
For such is the fate of mankind

.written 04/02/2013

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The Storm

The storm comes less often now,
Come it does.
Cyclical… Circular… predictable in its pattern.
It’s been a while dear friend.
 
            The sun so bright-
                        Harder to find you these days
 
Memories slow my step suddenly.
Seizing my mind as our past flashes upon a wall.
Compelled… Consumed… by these morsels of time.
Times when immortality we feigned.
     
               This is the calm –
                        The beginning of the storm
 
Clouds gather upon the horizon.
The earthy smell of its coming is heavy… heavy upon a familiar breeze.
Ah yes… the breeze that seems cooler than it should.
I draw deeply on this… this sweeping scent of eternity’s veil.
 
            The clouds grow –
                        Shadows and sunlight struggle before me
 
All warmth escapes my aura.
I am immersed.
Frantically… Languidly… into the coming of the storm.
Welcome is this diversion… shade from the invading sun.
 
            My mind surrenders –
                       Souls grasping across time for the other
 
Peculiar is the searing peace which accompanies the pall.
Only here in the shadows do I… Can I…
Betray… Embrace… the extent of my pain.
Mundane detail is lost in the altered light.
 
            The storm is upon me –
                        Within me
 
It arrives with intensity. The winds rage…
Between us.
Deafening… Silent… reprieve from the tainted melody.
The almost honest lyrics of my daily stage.
           
                Thunder claps –
                        This encore overdue
 In the windows of my soul. The salty rain…
Begins to fall.
Welling… Streaming… down the valleys of my contorted mask
I welcome the pain… for in it is your smile.
 
            It lasts until –
                     Its over
 
It is in the storm that I find you. Little brother…
Leading me forward.
Laughing… Reaching… You bring forever to my eye.
I gleefully let you go again. One eye upon the horizon of always.
           
            I see you little brother –
                     Receding within me
 
 The shadows persist. The winds no longer rage…
Warm is the breeze.
Comforting… Teasing… as the soul-glow rushes not to leave.
The violent outpour but a misty drizzle.
 
The storm comes –
            Less often now
 
 I miss you most as you leave. Pain becomes peace…
In the wake.
Squinting… Basking… I welcome the glare of the sun.
It seems brighter each time… your shadow grows longer.
 
            Until the next storm –
                        We live


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ODE TO FRAN

ODE TO FRAN
I had to wait
Until I could write
Without shedding a tear
But, alas, that time will never come.

I hear a noise
I look around, she won’t be there
She won’t return
I have to accept 
The finality of her death.

She was everyone’s friend
She loved people and 
People loved her in return 
Strangers would talk to her
No matter where
As if they knew her for eternity.

Her family always came first
No matter the pain she felt 
She had a need 
To keep pain to herself
She did not want to worry us.

She made my life whole
She gave me two wonderful children
And she always gave of herself
She was a bright, caring, compassionate soul.

We loved each other
Without ever a doubt
And,
 We made each other happy
We were a good, complete couple.
 
Now my loving partner is gone
She will not return
And,
I have to accept 
The finality of her death.



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Give A Little Obama Love




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Note: Giving good orderly direction.... " Give A little Obama Love "



To-day is a New Day
Time  for people to Pray
If their were No Unity
Where would we be to-day?
      ------
Why is it..
That all of 'GOD' People
       Are so...!
War Torn Today..
With nothing going on
With nothing to speak of..
So little to say!
      ------
So, looking back on Reflection
In a more Democratic Way
Let's give the Future back
     To the Children
             - And - 
Let Jesus lead the way
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So, Why not give them Love
Show them another way
Remember that Obama Care
Is a Health Care which is
           Oh! so very rare..
          --------
It could really save the Day?
Do you know a better way?
        --------
It is meant for people with
         No Insurance... 
Not for those...
Who just don't care!
          ------
For it is just an annoyance
Who really need Insurance?
          ------
So, if you have Insurance
And that is all that really
       Matter to you...
Remember that their are
Men, Women and Children
Who needs' a plan too...?
For the Obama Plan is high
           In Demand
And Gods' People are too...


                    GF

Note: Remember that if you need a Health Plan
          then we need one too... 























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Memorial Tribute

Mother you,
Mother you so beautiful your are.
Mother you,
Sweet mother you are to me precious.
Mother you, Mother you are,
Mother you are the world to me.
Mother your gracious, Mother you are.
Mother you have always been my super star.
Mother you, Mother you are.
Mother you are now resting in the arms of Jesus.
Mother you I miss you so very much.
Mother you are my mommy, Oh how I love you so very much.
Mother how much in sorrow I am left in this world without you.
Mother you, mother you are to me.
Mommie you are, my mother you are. 
Mother I will always love you.
My Mother,
Peggy Ann Chandler.
You are you.

God Bless You
I will always miss
and love you.



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Diana

                           In a small village there grew       
                           a beauty pure, and true
                           a flower beyond pristine  
                           a shy rose not yet seen

Blessed are those who can hear the screams of flowers picked to soon.


                            A woman grounded in earthly hue
                            came to light in Royal blue.
                            A lady of depth and substance
                            towered above pomp and circumstance.

Blessed are those who can cradle a wilted body without pause, or fear.


                             With our heads bent in silent contemplation,
                             we bid farewell to the conscience of a nation.
                             To “England’s Rose” we say good-bye.
                             Good-bye to our lovely Princess Di’

Blessed  are the wingless angels that walk in the valley among us.			


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Ode to Death

Like a lion, moving stealthily,
you take your victims unawares.
Like a thief, you move secretly,
for when you strike, no one hears.

Like the iroko, you stand tall
deligently, going about your mission.
You do not answer to all
'cos none has the power of decision.

Oh! Death!
You who unmoved, and to remorse slow,
who gave thee birth? 
Your mother, i imploe thee, show.

You, who have the power to unleash pain,
see, as it follows in your wake.
You shower it like rain,
on those you did not take.

Like the grandfather's clock,
every second you strike.
Unrelenting as a rock
and each day, goin on hike.

Oh! Death!
You who unmoved, and to remorse slow,
who gave thee birth?
Your mother, i implore thee, show.

Those you call you watch, near
as they go away.
Those you leave today, you sneer,
for them, you'll come for someday.


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Ode to Humphrey

The"tail" I have to tell, starts off really sad.
My sweet doggie Murphy died and my heart, it hurt so bad.
Until one day in early spring, I got a call that made my heart sing!
There were some puppies born in Waco, the daddy -Jasper, and mommy- Juneau.
Four little boys, three little girls. But the picture of one boy, made my heart twirl!
So I waited for a week or two, to meet my little puppy-oh so new!
I named him Humphrey, such a handsome boy! He has brought  laughter back and oh what a joy! He's super cute, and very smart. Many would say, he's a work of art!
He's learning new tricks, and how to potty outside. So many rules to learn and abide!
Humphrey is growing so quickly, the puppy breath will soon disappear. He will be an adult in less than a year! Every stage of his life is a blessing from above. I guess that's the true meaning of what we call "puppy love".



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ODE TO LITERATURE

There is a fact known,
A fact not meant to be so.
A fact we know,
Though here we fight for it being better.
For literature, I am seeing her  in a coma,
And writing in a mortuary
While I did see Drama insane,
I see prose, bedridden,
Then for poetry, I weep,
For she is at her grave side.
Someone should help her, I pray,
Maybe us, I think.
My best I attempt,
But would it be enough?
I ask.
For all it need is a miracle.
A miracle strong and powerful.

KANU EKPEZU


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The Other Side of Paradise

I am sure we will meet again,
on the other side of Paradise.
Your face is as calm as ever,
like a serene place where the waves meet the ocean.

Somewhere between now and eternity,
I am sure we will meet again.
Your smile is as sweet as I can remember,
and your tears form dewdrops on my soul.

Yes, I miss you with all of my heart,
and when you went away I felt robbed.
Yet, I am certain we will meet again,
on the other side of Paradise.

A Collage Held Dear contest, sponsored by Craig Cornish; 10/25/13  


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Your gone, I greive

Together since forever, as frineds
Nothing  could ever seperate us in life
We  went thru some rough times
We enjoyed the good times, laughing
You stood beside me, protected me
We picked each other up, dusted off the dirt
When the other had fallen in bad times
No subject we could not talk about
Even our love lifes were open to the other
We endured in friendship when others didn't
We  were best friends when others said impossiable
You left me behind when you died
Greiving for such a loss of friendship
I know I will never find one as great
I cling to your memory to help me go on
I honor you my friend, my staunchest supporter
You will live forever in my heart.


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Memories of Pat

This is the time of year I dread the most
when memories come flooding back to haunt
It was now you were taken far too young
sixteen mainly wonderful years together

Yes we had many many ups and a few downs
life always seemed so sweet and fun
I sit here remembering so many moments
that are now frozen in time but special

There are some tears both in my eyes, on my cheeks
yet in the hush of night I still feel you close
know you are waiting on the other side of the curtain
soon when my time comes we will be reunited forever

Until that time I will soldier on with life
take what comfort I can from family and friends
try to live a full life as best as I can
I know you would wish me to move on, start again

Yes I have tried, but no-one is you, not even close
I can't settle for less not when I once had the best 
my one true soul mate, my forever and eternal only love
So I cherish the precious memories as I wait to reunite


bless you darling, my heart my love
I lost Pat in September 2006


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ODE OF OLD

Salute to the ode of old
Be wary of the ghosts it leaves
The remnant and seeds of its wake


Salute to the whore of kings
Its corpse and stench reeks still
The wise and deep court still


Salute to the living dead
Frail but rears its head
With words than never bend

Salute, I say, Ode
For yonder when I die
In spite of the odium I hold
You’d still be lying there


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Soul Death

                                      

From hell shrivelled hands and voices in the chilly night make appearance
Hand and voices of evil ugly gory demons
Evil that torments the soul day and night
This is the story of Arusha
Arusha the woman possessed by legion
Legion of demons
Demons of promiscuity and self destruct
Powerful destruct that engages the soul
Her soul is in the grip of the power of darkness
Darkness a sanctum of hell
Oh Arusha how hell has swallowed your soul
Arusha’s soul has become a battle ground
I feel pity for Arusha as she often lets out demonic shrills
Shrills that sends chills down my spine
Remember the evil hands and voices of torment
Its torment called insanity
Insanity without cure
Arusha now is now a companion of cocaine
Cocaine I am sure you know it 
Its Satan’s concoction of dementia
Concoction that destroys the soul men
Men become slaves to the voices and hands of hell
As they seek the thrill of gothic
A potently evil thrill that kills the soul 
Sending the soul to eternal damnation
The story of Arusha ended in suicide
Suicide is a deceptive medicine for tormented souls
I wept for Arusha
Senseless weeping: it was too late
I was mortified when I discovered her lifeless body
A body once full of life
A soul so beautiful
Her soul is now eternally damned
                                             In peace may you rest Arusha


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Ode to Danny ,you are finally sober as a judge

You lived a hard life with tortured soul
Wanted more struggled to be whole
Addiction became your whole being
Your life has to have a meaning

I watched your tortured soul for years
Carrying bags with drink and beer
Hiding it more from yourself than me
The drunk is what you came to be

But there was much more to the man
Whose name was known to all as Dan 
He had a heart that was bigger than most
Under the tough exterior he'd boast

He lived the life he wanted to live
If you were friend his shirt he'd give
His death to some came as a surprise
For some we watched his years of demise

So now I toast you here today
That is what you'd want I'd say. 


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Call To Worship




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To pick-up and to receive
In the Anointment
A moment of the
        Mind's Eye
By His goodness
And by His grace
      ------
A second with
             > GOD <
      ------
Ties' a wonder thing
For which we long await...
A dream' come true..
For Me and You
      ------
A blessing from the Lord
A gift from all time'
To dwell with-in His favor
Beyond the Most Holy
           And truly..
The most Divine
      ------
To fellowship with GOD
The recoveries' of the BLESSINGS'
      That He should bring
      ------
The mere Act of His touch
That is not a breech of Reality
But, a COVENANT that which
          We need so much
To be in touch with Jesus
And to Thee, to be, Amen
          Amen


                Poet Author
                Gary Fie


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Ode of Lily Black

To lil 'ol Lily, 
Who lived on Wolfbane Lane, 
Your dresses quite frilly, and you quite silly, 
You make the town wonder if you're sane, 
Dear, Lily Black,
He sealed your fate, 
While the town mourned, 
if only, Dear Lily, we could turn time back,
Your fate was sealed by a lover scorned.