Death Poems - Poems about Death

A turning world away Daily I will pray... for strength to face, another day Tomorrow's a turning world away I can't think about it now... Your memory's forever burned in my mind... Unchanged with passing time For Line Gauthiers bite size poem contest 116 June 21,2025...

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no blink, no bluff— just rust-bitten bikes on a gravel road, grip slipping, brakes optional. it's called honing your craft, we didn’t dodge. we needed the crash— proof we meant it, authentication we weren’t just trading truths for dopamine and DMs. some friendships are built to survive impact. this wasn’t one of them....

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I am mortified by the morbid reality of death Of the fact that, on an uncertain day, In an uncertain way, We will all inevitably take our final breath....

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Loitering around at the expense of my parents back, I too wish to be at the resemblance of hardworking thumbs, those same fingers that sewed the futile grounds back home, my mother’s yuca farm, my father's dying crops, dance taking their final waltz with the tumble- weeds in direction where my ancestors sleep while their bones continue...

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Amazing Grace how sweet the sound Harmony of Heaven Spiritual tact A Soul rose and soared far beyond the eyes to see Beyond loving hearts Pearly Gates a wait Accompanied by a Driver, White Horse and Carriage Pure and Secrete Onward to everlasting life Every horse Gallup establishing every step walked on Earth The pain and anguished confronted This was Ms. Evans hour to shine among The...

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You imagine them whispering in your ears Through the screen of your computer You forced me to listen to your heart Quick and irregular I'm afraid to uncover my ears To hear the beating of your heart I hope it never stops Otherwise mine starts...

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Diagnosis:stage 4 silence Treatment:a kinder world (one where racism doesn't exist) Cure:unknown Lifespan:1-5 years, if that Symptoms: ? a silenced voice ? being black ? loss of control over body autonomy ? racism ? microaggressions ? discrimination ? stolen childhood ? stolen innocence The cancerous silence had spread through her body She had tried to tell the doctors and nurses They called her dramatic With...

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The Silence Of Your Voice No new day have I seen since you went away, like trying to empty the oceans with a spoon, tears fall in the hole left so deep in my soul. Words spoken spin like a vortex never leaving always hurting, promises of a life together...

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Story of pat, Can you hear the sirens? The old mans values engulfed with burning lust of minors, Patrick’s family left in suspense & deprived, Waiting to hear news, if their son is alive. Peter 5:8 of the bible reads the devil walks among us, I have met him in a house on fifth street living just behind us, Across the road...

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when people die they become forever that age forever six forever twelve forever twenty-four forever nineteen forever three what if we don’t die? What if we live to be three or four hundred? What happens then?...

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It's possible to know from whence I came There is no need to even have a name I am a part of eternal creation Reunification is my destination Born of the same energy of all creation I seek form to experience the relation Between the parts that make up the whole Unveiling the purpose of my soul Life in any form any time...

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He was a terrific and skilled Italian chef. Forty years ago, he took his final breath. On June the 21st of 1985, Ettore Boiardi passed away. He was born in Borgonovo Val Tidone, Italy and moved to the USA. At the age of 16, he arrived at Ellis Island on a French ship. Now millions are eating his food because...

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I stand here gazing at stars in the sky, Wondering what happens when I die? It’s harder to see with my own eye, The purpose of life as it passes by. First, I’ll consider the where, when, and why? Who or what it was, that caused my goodbye? What was important, whether girl or guy? A purposeful life, or is that a...

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The land is soaked in blood and tears the hate is very old Like all the ancient stories in the Holy Bible told Each vows to kill the other asks their God to make it so Their vengeance masked as prayers consume the Holy Land of woe No leaders can convince them their hate like a disease There is no cure for this old...

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Every human thinks they are immortal, It is the wretched curse of all mortals, It’s a constant game of Russian roulette. Now if I was a smart betting woman, I would wager all on meeting death, But I am not a smart betting woman. I am a child in love with playing god, I live in the life unending facade. I fear no...

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