Death Poems - Poems about Death

There was a chill in the air that night, as the taste of spun cotton candy and stale popcorn floated through the breeze. Lifeless clouds hung in the sky, moving swiftly past an ever-broken moon. Remnants of rain clung to weeping blades of grass, as a shattered heart cracked under a ribcage in disbelief. The...

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Force that turns glass shards to mists and causes girders to bend and twist flesh and bone cannot resist nor mortal word can console this pushed to the brink with blotted ink the buttons pressed have secret links to battles pitched it might seem rich for ribbon bars as spirits lift the bodies stiff a cheek to kiss for some they dare not lift the lid an endless list of...

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At The Dawn of My Time The Light shone so brightly it blinded my sight But with its warmth and promise of opportunity I reveled in the notion of optimism and its delight He lurked behind my back Staying out of my site, I hardly knew He was there Silently watching, waiting, looking over my shoulder But in my youth, I barely...

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It doesn't like to be given a name or a shape to fit within its walls. It prefers to hide beneath the camouflage of noise and sits unmoved by pity, stands to lift a downward pointing thumb then slinks back into the anonymity of itself leaving the dead to dissolve into their own. ...

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Night, Ageless and porous, Sang screeches of fireflies of Crescendo-diminuendo sparks. What hour? In the midst of the hustles, I lost my hoursight Different, tonight, is my eyesight, seeing even Through the darkest foliage of gentle, but sinister Caress sway. On the broken, cracked slabs, squatting, dark torsos! Pensive, broken, sad, old and so good the Work of Italian sculptors. Further deep in searching glare, the hardened Mats...

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All around the world that big demonstrations, songs, poems, and insults Against the Zionists are nails hammering into Israel's coffin....

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Drenched in tears, I wrench in response to the pain I sense. Caused by wrong desirers, walls, guards, and the electric fence. Put here to stop free choice by man, To keep him from becoming all that he can. To hold imprisoned, crushing hopes and dreams. To in flick hurt and pain, I can hear the screams. Today, though they’ve been...

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A fallow season, a time of trivial hungers. Scissoring illuminations sheared his eyes. Petulant lips pursed. He laid himself down, yet again covered himself over with a bone deep hurt. Light cut and snipped at the tangled hairs of a grey despair, it swung him open until a self-interned corpse flickered awake in the pale eyes of cave bats No longer were stone angel's graveyard...

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With those who want to test the waters, and yet have no wish to get their feet wet, but wait to have their cake (and eat it too) handed to them on a plate, I will neither split hairs and pick nits nor reason or debate (or tear their thoughts to bits) so, if they're going to 'fly', (jump to a conclusion) either do it or don't, as Yoda said,...

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The world, my son is one big market people buying, people selling some winning, some just walking through. I was once a loud voice in it Trading dreams, chasing deals but today, I feel quiet like the shop is closing. Lying here, I hear something a whisper, maybe a name and I think it’s time to pack my things. Son, listen to me life is trade and timing. When...

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In many parks along peaceful walking trails wind phones can now be found across the world. With the help of an old rotary dial telephone, mourners can speak freely to lost loved ones. These phones are the direct line to the other side for those who sadly never got to say goodbye. Mourners can speak their heart into the wind to help...

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My English translation of "Hai Ma" by W. S. Rendra, a son to his mother and soulmate. HAI MA ("HI MOM") by W. S. Rendra translation by Michael R. Burch for Zeelhan Zahraa Mom, It's not death that disheartens my heart but a lifeless life, a life unlived because life loses its power and nature. There are nights when I walk these corridors with nowhere...

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The mountains wept. The skies moaned. The soil trembled. The trees whispered their last green prayers— "Man has destroyed us... alone." He who adds no value takes all, then leaves nothing— just wastelands where rivers once sang. The year was 2100. Half of Britain—gone beneath the Atlantic. Japan—smaller than a dot on a map. American states—flooded into memory. Europe—erased. Russia’s frost—melted into pestilence. Africa— Famine became the air. Children born on...

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I once contemplated suicide, But only if I couldn’t have you by my side, Reading my eulogy, shedding a few tears is nothing compared to the endless ocean before my eyes, we are given this one life, Lord will you accept my apology before I do the deed? Will you embrace me the way I’ve left...

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dog stricken with cancer; euthanized. out of her m i s e r y; dog owner hollowed out by deep grief; best friend, gone! ...

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