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Death Sonnet Poems | Death Poems About Sonnet

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Details | Crown of Sonnets |

Crown Of Sonnet Marionette To Misery Part Two


Sonnet Nine

But death can take the grave mistakes I make,
I take the devil, hold him while he falls.
I shake; he dies because of blood I take.
The grieve of eve, I break, release recalls.

A social scandal, feed on news like sharks,
The steel around my wrists, a shade of gray.
I pound against the metal bars in darks,
Reporters pry the lies and come my way.

I’m front and center page in black and white,
A swollen lip deforms my taste and face.
My hands describe the bribe of demon sight,
I must be freed to run, I’m out of place.

It was my turn believe my turn to win
And time can heal the wounds with scars on skin.

Sonnet Ten 

And time can heal the wounds with scars on skin,
I look at tired days and rub my bump.
Destiny, life awaits to breathe, begin
Again but when, I’m just a useless lump.

Silence no longer cares, I mourn my deed
In wait of flowers draping Master’s grave.
His root is still on Earth, his carried seed.
I know I will be bound and still a slave.

I search for moving feet, I feel no turn.
Instinct ignored, I must believe to breathe.
No help, it comes not when I beg to learn,
And finally allowed to flee, I leave.

I hold no heart inside, my heart I ache,
I live for longing, still I long to break.

Sonnet Eleven

I live for longing, still I long to break,
I found the help succeeded, baby thrives,
I fought for her beyond the normal stakes
A labor painful, child arrives alive.

I held her hands so small, perfect in grace,
Her cheeky rose of blush so innocent.
Auburn the hair cascades around her face.
Moments I held her should be heaven sent.

My baby Beauty, still I felt no joy.
Her eyes remind me, blood on hands I’ve held.
My harsh regret, she wasn’t born a boy,
Unending cries, I bust disgust repelled.

A haze, I wait for days to smile again,
I lose control to which I cannot win.

Sonnet Twelve

I lose control to which I cannot win.
I watch the wall and soak inside my high.
I’m strung unstrong on drinks of coke and gin,
I didn’t even kiss my daughter goodbye.

Her crib was filled with teddy bears, so sweet,
Ignored angel, she still was fine, just fine,
She tossed, she turned but tight I wrapped her feet,
Say sudden infant death, the fault not mine.

I watched her body grow cold of night,
The purple tint of skin, I wasted days.
No one to come, no one to damn my sight.
I wrapped her with her teddy bear bouquets.

The baby Beauty tears, it stopped tonight,
Silence the soul, it bleeds to out of sight.

Sonnet Thirteen 

Silence the soul, it bleeds out of sight,
The dark infects me, once before it shown,
It makes me hurt the ones I love, I write
I’ve frayed the threads and better off alone.

My accidents are doors unlocked to dead,
The Grim of reaper waits for hands to turn,
The guilt, it’s heavy words instead I’m fed,
In shame I sweat the flame, inferno burn.

I wonder why me, girl once innocent,
I would go pray, I once believed in God
And then the devil came, my soul he bent,
Me never doubting, thinking things be odd.

I’m lost, my life’s a mess, I’m not alright,
In blood the ending writes, it comes tonight.

Sonnet Fourteen

In blood the ending writes, it comes tonight.
I won’t be pawn to games Reaper can play.
Prepared me with the razor blades I fight
My story sells; I’m ending this my way.

I look at stars, I fall against the black.
Why does the glass insist on shatters shard.
Repent against the steel serpent attack,
Why does this have to feel so God damn hard?

I saturate in tears, no fault of rain,
Conquest against the breast of broken hearts.
Insane, a grain against the grain of pain
The blood, it doesn’t stop once it starts.

I drown in seas of death decay I think,
Is this a story worth the black of ink? 

Sonnet Fifteen

Is this a story worth the black of ink?
I wonder where I would be, damn the dark.
I fall against the grain, the thoughts I think,
Tonight, I crave the light, I search for spark.

Sober sunshine, it comes to wake the dead.
A toast to trying, with all else, I fail.
The pounding rages deep inside my head.
I live by threads and live to tell the tale.

But death can take the grave mistakes I make.
And time can heal the wounds with scars on skin.
I live for longing, still I long to break.
I lose control to which I cannot win.

Silence the soul; it bleeds out of sight,
In blood, the ending writes, it comes tonight.

Copyright © Casarah Nance | Year Posted 2016

Details | Sonnet |

Sonnet: Elegy in Blank Verse


I wish I could find death before I grow
so I could miss life's pain and agony. 
A child can only feel and hear and see 
the universe with love and happiness.

A child does not fathom those cancered ills
that fog a twisted mass of foundered souls
nor understand the horrid self one needs
to govern and succeed in society.

Nor does it care; it only wants and needs
an unencumbered path to happiness,   
a guiltless trail to heavenly frolic;
a road that's lost when grown ones rule the world.

I wish I could find death before I grow
so I could miss life's pain and agony. 

Copyright © Fritz Crytzer | Year Posted 2016

Details | Sonnet |

The Philosopher's Sonnet

Others are born, the lost are burried
Life is a journey not to be hurried
But whats wit if the wise are mute
And who is beauty if she is not yet born

Mom said to not sugar
But if she is to be believed
Then pigs do fly, and wings lie
The plains, they speak of a time long gone

Dad said to not blow my horn.
But tomorrow took my horn, so why say he
The preacher said death is an illusion 
Then where is grandpa?

The night is so dark and cold.
But i shall wait for another sunrise.


Copyright © Maurice Lamony | Year Posted 2017

Details | Sonnet |

Juliet's Last Sonnet

Awaken from her maker's poison
Reality's her nightmare's reason
To run away from tombs that cover
The lifeless body of her  lover

Barefooted... So free to love again
Waiting for him with red cheeks of rain
"The Globe" is empty, Romeo's gone
In Stratford -on - Avon she's alone

A tourist's place - the guide is pointing
A holographic disappointing
Fragmented Fate of a lonely swan
A deja vue ... I might be the one...

The stage lights died, applause in echoes
The curtain falls on ghosts of heroes...

for John's contest " Shakespearean Sonnet"

Copyright © iolanda Scripca | Year Posted 2010

Details | Sonnet |

Deathbed Sonnet

And even after all that time had passed;
            my moon had set above another sun,
it seems my heart was still at odds with past;
            my tongue at war with words I left unsung.

This bed of ardor caught between my teeth,
            will thus remain, and even grow post haste,
where all the while, there's nothing I'll bequeath 
            excepting flowers scent, above my waste.

And so it goes with every vacant beast,
            as twenty-twenty sees - I should have done!
I should have said; I should have been, at least
            a man awake to seed his endless sun.

And as the night descends upon my thought,
            remember son these words that, I lived not.

© Kristin Reynolds 3 11 09

Copyright © Kristin Reynolds | Year Posted 2009

Details | Sonnet |

Catch Me If You Can French Sonnet

<               enticing to eyes watching mama's pink roses bloom
                 fourty years later someone else now cares for them
                 fresh cut daily and seen in her arms their long stems
                 tears streaming down face I sit under swollen moon
                 waiting watching for sun to come up again soon
                 to catch one more glimsp of mama's planted old gems
                 unfurling petals before been chopped or condemned
                 think I'll ask if can take one for my dining room

                 aroma bursting amidst thy supper's table
                 bowed heads we come and thank our Heavenly father
                 somebody still cared though sick and times unable
                 and answers it's door for which one has come bothered
                 to let bask in roses empowering fable
                 and not to be called as it's one's roses robber

French Sonnet is a poem with rhyme scheme
Syllable count is 12 syllable per line.

Copyright © Katherine Stella | Year Posted 2011

Details | Sonnet |

The Black Hound of Destiny (English sonnet in tetrameter)

As darkness takes our souls to hell
what has become of pleasant dreams
when death has tolled its final bell
no one remains to hear the screams.

Gwyllgi calls, the end is near
as demons dance across the land
their laughter chills a heart with fear
for fate has shown her evil hand.

Awash with blood to purify
the world of Man's eternal rage
no longer can our words deny
Gwyllgi's here to close our page.

And no demons shall rape and kill
for evil comes from Man's own will.

Copyright © Jemmy Farmer | Year Posted 2010

Details | Free verse |

Last Sonnet

Hither I stand, at crossroads,
And then I gaze, at the yonder end-
The vague horizon from where I began;
And all that I may ever deem
Is that- my days
Have been a waken dream.

Hither I stand, at the edge of my dream;
Then I wonder, at the depth of my trance-
An adventurous journey through the wondrous woods;
An idyllic stroll through the vicissitudinous meadow;
And from the final station as I depart,
All that I can ever say, is that
Perpetuation has been a rouge
Of fleeting phases of my life.

Suyash Saxena 
St. Stephen’s College.

Copyright © Suyash Saxena | Year Posted 2013

Details | Sonnet |


Our qualms doth not live aloft our dreams to confer 
Upon heavenly horizons where every soul shall dwell

Twas meant to turneth thy sight away from a lovers stare
Should sunshine always show, should seas forever break swell

Thou and thou maketh one long vow bound before holy eyes
As fate end lives to lure in new casts God maketh so endears

Why hath ye been sojourned in secrecy of where thine truest treasure lies
When in that divine next place, you will sigh at thine sight of no fears

Mustn't time only tell tales lived on by unvanquished surrenderers
Sailing cordially lost with us, addled no more but paddled on pent in pain 

Or herein reap rewards wrought upon death’s frozen oar bearers
Shores to shores, we promised ourselves cradles to returneth once again

Thus as adventure unfolds amongst ocean graves hushed we see
Where perpetual peace reigneth forever we are at last in love at sea

Copyright © R.G. Inigo | Year Posted 2007

Details | Sonnet |


An omnipotent'd been ideated by militant clan,
Aeons tell how it put them through a social pace.
To set up abode or to relate races with astute plan,
God had its genesis;women-men needed it to seek solace.

As fact a woman conceives, is manifest
Man couldn't conceive of anything but God for law and lex.
Dyed-in-the-wool,they kept bending head for mending mind lest
They vex orders of war, worship and women for sex.

But missile killed gravid woman with faded hue,
Her baby survived in placenta of its mom of Gaza:
A whole race, policies, religion; yet nothing to rue,
As if all were busy computing to bring future bonanza.

No more sacred are our Temple and Church or Mosque and tomb.
Truth says:fetus Jesus'd been bestowed on Mary's womb!

Copyright © PRITHWISH MUKHERJEE | Year Posted 2014

Details | Sonnet |

The Sonnet of Valeria Botello

Deep voices from the earth call out her name
Growling and rumbling, corpses from graves
Summoned by the devil, she cannot tame
The monster within, locked away in caves

Her name is a folk tale, forbidden lore
Her lips are untouched, as evil deprives
Her voice is an omen, harbinger roar
Her touch, a death sentence, no one survives

Demons from the depths of hell, here to take
Wicked deals made long ago, ink still wet
Always on the run, death left in the wake
No one understands, the curse that’s been set

Beauty on the surface, pain underneath
The girl who runs from monsters with big teeth

Visit my blog to read the rest of my Free Supernatural Poem Novel: https://freesupernaturalpoeticnovel.wordpress.com/

Copyright © AC Dominguez | Year Posted 2015

Details | Sonnet |

Sonnet 29

Why should I have to walk the aisles of dark,
Amongst the lifeless path of breathless air?
While horns of hell and harps of heaven hark,
My footsteps which has found no gate for prayer.

Must mornings be midnights malevolent mask,
Dire and dim and dry of desert days?
Breathless without a ray of light to bask,
Upon my restless soul and morbid maze...

I wander without wonder, weak with woe,
Watching the world with eyes blind men have worn,
Reaching for gifts God's glare granted to grow,
Inside of Death, whose flowers loom and mourn.

Longing to live... lifeless and lost I lie,
Descending into darkness dreams that die

Copyright © Johnny Sumler | Year Posted 2012

Details | Sonnet |

sonnet i

Therein amongst the subtle fall of rain
That drips rhythmically upon leafy green
I hath now a dead love, woefully lain
Like deadened steps on the grave stones serene.

Though mold casts shadows, haunting and subdued— 
As rain's sleek menace cracked youth's lofty tomb—
Black boughs laden with black apathy, nude,
Line this grave yard as would a mother's womb.

These roses are not perfumed in anguish,
Yet, in hesitation, with them I lie
A solitude prepared for relinquish
That with salted derision, hopes to die.

And the meek mourn with ugly, failing grace
As the rain gradually quickens its pace. 

Copyright © Marc-Enzo Alexander | Year Posted 2013

Details | Sonnet |

Sonnet to Suicide

Go this way to dusty death, And to this way the ground. Abandon all your final breaths, And learn not to make a sound. Bury yourself up to the neck, And tie the noose's knot. Keep your feelings in the wreck, And allow them all to rot. Take yourself up to the cliff, And look over to the sea. Outstretch your arms; give them lift, And embrace the death to be. Darkness rules your once clear mind When you lend unto it all your time.

Copyright © Danny Stinson | Year Posted 2011

Details | Sonnet |

Sonnet 40

Half-gun will travel on the western front,
Beyond brothels...gunpowder of debri.
Myself the man that blissful bulletts hunt,
As he that shoots has lost his wife to me.

From dusk 'till dawn my death deceives the day,
By sun and shadows guns illuminate.
So swift did summer sin a song to pray,
Upon that grave my spurs would gravitate.

Herdsmen and hoarses hearken to the hyme,
Of fire flushed from weaponry with flames.
And as I bled my heart did hold the crime,
Of loving her that shared her heart with games.

Wounded by way of weak and stubborn will,
Dying at dawn, death on this western wheel.

Copyright © Johnny Sumler | Year Posted 2012

Details | Sonnet |

When Death My Way Comes, Translation of Carlos Bousono's sonnet: Cuando yo vaya a morir

When Death my Way Comes, Translation of Carlos Bousono’s sonnet : Cuando yo vaya a morir

( I prefer the reversal in my rendering of the title for it highlights the inevitability of the moment. I have also not vainly tried to stick to the end-rhyme scheme : abba/abba/aca/cac/ since in Spanish - likewise in Malay – the terminations of substantives and conjugations of verbs proliferate in « a », that is, vowels. The English language doesn’t quite offer the poet such facility in rhyming. T. Wignesan)

This skin, this flower, this sapphire
these eyes, what’ll they end up as afterwards.
I would have loved you to be a moon which rides
in the calm of an eternally-swishing whirl.

I would have wished to eternalise you when I espied
slight furrows your sweet face drown :
To breathe life into you, that in your entirety you’ll live on
Even when you hear Death calling in my sigh.

I would therefore that you keep close,
so that I might touch you for a fleeting moment :
and know that you are safe, erect, whole. 

As with the oak tree to bend the wind wouldn’t dare.
As with the spring – the pennant.
As with the evening in its frivolous wear.

© T. Wignesan – Paris,  2013

Copyright © T Wignesan | Year Posted 2013

Details | Sonnet |

Sonnet 21

Methinks my scale should not outweigh with spite
As balance should befriend the years I've prayed
To death;hello...and to my life, goodnight
Goodmorning Judge, how hath thy heart been weighed?

'Twas many a year ago my mind was bent
On burning bridges that belonged to peace
Thus my malevolent mind would earn its rent
By adding fuel to fire for flames to lease

But with good measure did I turn the cheek
And powder light upon faces unloved
For many and many years my tongue did speak
Wise words which walked on ears of all beloved

My Lord, may I enter thine gate with wings?
Les I'm condemned, and await hell that rings

Copyright © Johnny Sumler | Year Posted 2011

Details | Sonnet |

Bequeath No Inlaid Jewel Brocade (sonnet)

Bequeath to me no inlaid jewel brocade 
If you are called before God calls to me. 
Your saphire blues and ruby reds will fade 
But give me fire that fueled your heart so free.

Your glowing flame a gift from God to thee 
As comfort balm to calm and warm the years. 
If death should call please gift your fire to me 
To stroke my soul and dry my bitter tears. 

If I am called I'll face death without fear 
For then your greatest friend in life is free. 
But hear these words I whisper while still near: 
As friends we've been but lovers now should be. 

Your essence does excite and light my life; 
So faithful friend become my faithful wife. 

Copyright © tom mcmurray | Year Posted 2010

Details | Sonnet |

Seaside Sonnet

An October day – we could see our breath.
You and I had the beach all to ourselves.
Artwork in the sand – talkin’ about death.
You wanted to talk about somethin’ else.

You were watchin’ the clouds, and me, the waves.
You stayed close enough to borrow my warmth.
You talked origin; I talked about age –
prayed to witness when the tropics move north.

We outran the tide five feet to a time
till the fairy tale was an aftermath.
You said that love travels in a straight line
with language intercepting its path…

that words shouldn’t change the trajectory of souls;
that death’s a grip on a loss of control. 

Copyright © victor dixon | Year Posted 2011

Details | Sonnet |

No Evil Bows (Heroic Sonnet)

I am the gray, damp, muted mist which slides 
Between the large, carved, marble marker stones; 
Alone they sit like weighted, gargoyle brides 
Above the dried-white, brittle, lambent bones, 

Now dead and silenced for iniquities. 
I glide inside the dance of death each night 
As wasted graves belch loud obscenities 
To rage against the blaze of righteous light. 

I am but smoke within a wicked wind 
But stand as witness to this brutal truth: 
The black of death ends not the pain of sin 
For evil preys on pulsing blood of youth 

And once possessed these young ones will be made 
A matrix of malevolence 'till death; 
Though even then no evil bows to fade 
Benignly, with death's rattled rales of breath. 

Do not take lightly words that I now speak; 
Great evil thrives when human will is weak. 


Copyright © tom mcmurray | Year Posted 2010

Details | Sonnet |

Sarah's Sonnet

Sarah sat shoulders slumped as the kitchen rocker
Squeaked against the wooden floor 
Smells paraded in front of her
Onions sizzled in the heavy black skillet 
Complimented by the seasoned liver as it 
Quickly bloodied the flour while the gravy formed 
Would the memories devour her?
Lawrence leaped before her like a hologram
His Buddha face slightly smiling
“I’m going for hamburger and French fries”
His voice was playful even in demands
He dribbled the ball, spun, snatched the keys from the hook,
Opened and slammed the door and bounded down the stairs
And she turned to the stove never to see him alive again.

Copyright © Rhea Daniel Dear | Year Posted 2008

Details | Sonnet |

Salem's Sonnet

A runner sent down from the distant hill
To let them know the evil has now flashed
So they now may pray together and mill
The lazy brown lake their witches are dashed 

Fine straw and dried wood piled and set ablaze
The screaming bonnets and flaming red curl
Ashes melt to a fine smoldering haze
Flames a breeze as hanging dresses unfurl

Children and dogs wander the village mead
Women return to stove’s simmering pot
Idol standing mules await men to lead
Diggers shovel in a grass vacant lot 

Christian justice has once again been found
As young innocent girls lye burned and bound 

© Copyrights G. Jones 2007

Copyright © Gary Jones | Year Posted 2007

Details | Sonnet |

SONNET II: A Celebration of Life

At your arrival, Your Royal Majesties,
Screaming siren in the procession of Cars and Guards
The Passersby is amused: is this a Burial or an Inauguration?

At your arrival oh Gs of this world,
You got the ovation of Everyone but the Dead
You’ve come Celebrating the Loss of a Soul
Your Brightest Clothes, the Most Pimped Rides.

Alas, at His arrival, The King of the Universe
The Celebrities gone, the Dead Buried to Rot.
The Peaceful Presence is here, behold the Silent Procession.
The Ever Present Presence is proclaimed
The Still Small Voice is sent out
Behold; the Bereaved Soul is Consoled.
@APRIL 2012/ M.H.O.G Unveiled

Copyright © Aina Oluwafisayomi | Year Posted 2016

Details | Sonnet |

Sonnet 6

Now ... tell me the truth at 80 spaces .
Oh yes monthly at no extracted cost ,
trumpet swans announcing "All-New" "Chases"
... Gameshow w-/ only purpose " Just stay lost".
scratch that ... start at the count ... three Faces.
flicker on screen , once more , spider webbed frost.
Pulse of cheekbone ; paper Artic traces ...
Hailing to the Fanatic's RoseArm crossed.

	... Why just imagine , All times // All places ...
Daydream reality clearly embossed 
by Our pristine chords reading "All's Debased" ...
Job to do ... hands join ... Avert as off tossed 
I may stain ... lip gloss ... gulp of life wasted.

All Presents, Our Situation Hostage .

Copyright © George Stal | Year Posted 2011

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A Sonnet for a Friend

Tears trickle down my face down to my lips
Salty and cold drops from my eyes I taste 
With hands trembling and bluish fingertips
With sweat and blood moving in such a haste.
Smell of burned candles in the air diffuse,
And chrysanthemums around you scatter
Thick curtains and carpets with gloomy hues
“Farewell my friend,” was all I could utter.
Casket of white and gold where you sleep in,
Shines like rich pearl in the dark and cold hole.
Beautiful! Looking like you’ve always been
Waiting for angels to carry your soul
And from where you lie still I see you smile
As if you’re leaving me for just a while.

Copyright © Joseph Sabido | Year Posted 2011

Details | Sonnet |

Today's Special So Have A Ball {Kyrielle Sonnet}

Happy Mother's Day to all moms
Spilled milk and yet you stayed so calm
Painting coloring on your walls
Today's special so have a ball

Heart shape cookies I made for you
Ruffled laced stapled and then glued
Words inscript made you feel not small
Today's special so have a ball

Lessons taught Oh so very well
Back in mind words begin to swell
So sorry mom I missed your call
Today's special so have a ball

Happy Mother's Day to all moms
Today's special so have a ball

In Loving Memory 
Mom   {1934 -2005}

Happy Mother's Day 
To All Moms And Stepmoms

Thanks Again Joe

Comments:   The Kyrielle Sonnet has 14 lines (three rhyming quatrain stanzas 
and a non-rhyming couplet). It has a repeating line or phrase as a refrain in the 
last line of each stanza.  Each line within the sonnet has eight syllables. The 
French use the first and last line of the first quatrain as the ending couplet. This 
reinforces the refrain within the poem. The rhyming scheme for a Kyrielle Sonnet 
normally is: AabB, ccbB, ddbB, AB -or- AbaB, cbcB, dbdB, AB.

Copyright © Katherine Stella | Year Posted 2008

Details | Sonnet |

sonnet of salem

the dark woods 'round
fed by hallowed hell fires,
blasphemous bells toll
echoes of satan's ire.
lifeless loves, livestock & lifestyle lulled
dolefully to sleep,
dust to dust
as we all must.
will i, peaceful & saved
in God's earthen hands be laid?
surely, lest to some devil is given the spade.
for evil hearts i yet weep,
as pure souls can savage demons surround.
did christ forsee a cauldron from the calvary mound?

Copyright © david glines | Year Posted 2005

Details | Sonnet |

Sonnet XII

With skin so pale you resembled a ghost,
And lips as red as the cherries you ate,
You were, by far, more beautiful than most.
With a mind so smart, and a heart so great,
If only, if only, you loved me, too.
To me, you were all that mattered in life.
And I knew that my love for you was true,
But without your love, I was filled with strife.
Lying side by side one cold, wintry night,
Our bodies' heat fogging up the windows,
I declared my love for you with delight.
But you did not answer and quickly rose.
I loved you as much as my heart allowed,
But then, you left to join Him in the clouds.

Copyright © dfsdfS Wfsdfsdf | Year Posted 2011

Details | Sonnet |

Sonnet 5

If fear itself is fear, fear not the dead
With birthdays and departures on their stone
We hold the fear of death inside our head
Until the day our coffin keeps the bone

Perjure thy fear of life under the mound
For fear fondles a lie with every breath
It will not be thyself inside the ground
Only the copy of thou fear of death

The price to pay for living is to die
Emerging from the shackles of the flesh
Why not enjoy a slice of life with pie
Before thy life and unknown journey mesh

Nature of life and death change on the lever
And life is death, as death is life forever

Copyright © Johnny Sumler | Year Posted 2007

Details | Sonnet |



Don't grieve for me when I am dead
For I’m still here I’m by your side.
I am so close that every tear you shed
Touches and torments me though you think me gone.

Give word that I am the star, shining so positive,
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
Don't grieve for me, from discomfort I'm free.
My caring arms will hold you, when we meet again.

Don’t stand at my grave and cry,
Perhaps my time seems all to brief;
For this voyage we all must take, and each must go single-handed.

Let your affection even with my being decay.
Don't lengthen your pain with undue grief.
I've now found peace at the end of period.

By Seth Yuhi Musinga

Copyright © Seth Yuhi Musinga | Year Posted 2016