Best Death Song Poems
As I leave you today Im broken hearted
My body dies and I become one of the departed
The taste of death sickens me in every way
All the colors I know now are black and gray
With no worries as I know you will be shortly along
I wait for the end and sing my death song
Painting my lifes canvas with a final stokes breath
Knowing my critic is th reper of death
Staring at loving pictures that hang on my wall
Knowing the angels are waiting paiently to call
With no worries as I know you will be shortly along
I wait for the end and sing my death song
Im one heartbeat away from rotting to the core
You can hear the sound of me knocking on deaths door
What direction will I take heaven or hell
Im not impatient and only time wil tell
With no worries as I know you will be shortly along
I wait for the end and sing my death song
Going softly as day turns to eternal night
My fear is upon me and then all at once out of sight
I drown in sorrow into the sea of blue
My last thoughts are of course you and only you
With no worries as I know you will be shortly along
I wait for the end and sing my death song
Tomorrow is our last,
To be free;
So let us make it last,
You and me
Yesterday’s deeds are done
Let us go
We gave our bravest son
Let him go
I wish upon this star
Every night
To meet my avatar
Golden light
She lifts my gaze skyward
Bound to rest;
Bitter tears fell downward
She carress’d
Lest you hear not, my dear
(Hold your breath)
Chance’s song plays on fear
(Long live death)
Years end is clearly near
-yours to bless
Only the young die here
-what a mess
So this is how it ends?
Just tonight!
Without love’s amends?
Don’t take flight!
Pardon that I bother
(But you think
Talking of your father
There’s the link)
When all said and done
(Here he goes)
We do not have to run
(He who knows)
Apples fall near their tree;
Hold me tight!
Tender love makes me free
Get it right!
Shake it off, life makes dust
Say again?
That’s right mister it must
Play again
Is that how living works?
You might say
Behind dream’s nothing lurks?
You can pray
Listen close little man:
Here is how
Life’s history began
Tell me now
East of eden were wo-
Men calling
To lead away the wo-
Men’s falling
With serpent’s tooth at bay
Arms akimbo
The poison had no sway
God’s limbo
There are no bones to pick
Understand?
Nor wounds or sores to lick
Take my hand
Look, it’s a bit like this:
End the strife
Give each your warmest kiss
Long live life
Death song cry of a cougar
I have seen death as a strange friend
Death has shown me that life does not end
But what I see is meant for me to prepare myself when I leave this life eternally
I have once laughed at death
And cried tears of blood
Yet i am still called to battle
Wallowing in its self destruction while it sticks to me like mud
I have heard deaths rattle
I have yet to run-stand shell shocked like a glorified dud
I now know not to laugh at death
but laugh if and when I catch up to my own breath
I have been lost stumbling in an unknown dark
I crawled out of the dark grown guided by a mere spark
I caught a glimpse of a peaceful world that lies far beyond our mark
I cried humble tears of joy and laughed with the innocence of a child
I met a sweet angel who answered all my questions with only a mysterious sweet small smile
I will sing my death song with sweet tears of joy in my eyes
I will laugh fruitfully because it grows inside me despite any demise
I am at peace with my death so whats left?
Oh yeah I almost forgot I got to live first before I take my last breath
Hahahaha -Laughing Cougar
our sadness
not to know the power of now
beyond toys and stars
we cling to our last breath song
held so silently in the now
The helmsman sings a merry song:
Haec est vera fraternas,
and downs a cup of something strong,
Hick, vera, hick, hick, fraternas.
The sailors dance a lusty jig,
forsaking sails, crow's nest and rig.
Young princes and their ladies fair
join in the drunken helmsman's air:
Haec est vera fraternas.
Commoners with nobles prance.
Friars and laymen, how they dance!
The jester sports a broken lance,
a trophy from the fields of France.
"To Henry!" sounds the raucous toast.
Hear the young knights, how they boast
of conquests on and off the field,
when foemen or coy maidens yield.
While Fitzroy strokes a wench's leg,
the boatswain opes yet one more keg.
See their chains of gleaming gold,
but feel the wind grown strangely cold.
William the atheling alone,
to the marrow of each bone
feels what sorrows must atone
for the sins of court and throne.
Woe to the ship, woe to the realm,
where none is mindful of the helm.
Woe to the king who ne'er shall smile,
woe to those bereft of child.
Gone is that day and gone that night,
gone that ship so ghostly white,
gone the prince who bravely sought
to save his sister, deed ill bought!
If, one night by Barfleur's shore,
you may hear that song once more:
Haec est vera fraternas,
et haec est aeternitas.
oh awful you are
coming like a wail wind
pretending to be helpful
come and steal my love away
midnight minutes tick away.
lay awake, sleepless dismay.
a pillow, refuge for an empty head.
time, a book that cannot be read.
simple sheets, enclose around.
I hear a very distant sound..
WAKE UP!!!
there, alone a restless mind.
sleep, a haven I cannot find.
close your eyes, play a game.
I think my head has gone insane.
snakes and spiders, completely surround.
I invision leaving this town.
try again, close your eyes.
these beings won't let you leave alive.
GET UP, RUN! you love the chase!
QUICK! head for that warm embrace!
there's nothing you can do, they're gaining fast!
how long is this dream gonna last??
wake up dead, what a finish.
hope for sleep has been diminished.
Brick by brick she
stumbled and crumbled,
one roped to my ankle,
as I drown-
She sits as I stand.
I cry and take her hand.
She makes excuses,
I enable again.
For I knew I was losing
my best friend.
Brick by brick she cracks like cement,
rubble under her toes like glass shards-
One prick from her sharp pain,
I tumble.
Gone insane.
No life remains.
She tells lies,
I believe with trust.
She thinks her masquerade,
is a longing must.
She cussed,
I fussed.
A crimson red stone,
left me alone as I
condone her behavior-
mortar began to m
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and anguish I felt,
left barren and alone...
her own life she could never savor.
I tried to do a favor,
to heaven she was blown,
like a onyx raven, she has flown.
She needed love to survive,
I tried to keep her to stay alive-
She longed for motivation,
I longed for a different situation.
Her life...
severe annihilation.
Flowers in her rank hospital room,
I knew soon she’d feed off hell’s doom-
My world ended when she turned gloom,
now I inhale the blazing fire fume.
Suicide took her from me,
brick by brick she longed to be free-
A sad story told as she crumbled and stumbled,
I prayed as her brick brought me to my knees.
My favorite song is "Brick" by Ben Folds Five
It's about a man who loves a girl who is severely depressed.
He tries to help her in every way, but in the end it just wasn't enough.
She felt taking her life was the only option.
April 25, 2017
“It's not a cry you can hear at night. It's not somebody who's seen the light. It's a cold and it's a broken Hallelujah.”
This is my favorite quote from the song Hallelujah by Rufus Wainwright because it is a sad yet uplifting song that tells about the trouble of the world in their attempt of piety and holy praise. It also speaks personally to me because of the troubles I have faced. The melody is beautiful, done on a piano, and this composition is moving. it brings me memories of my Grandma's sudden and painful death, and so I cherish it with prideful tears.
The dark hunter howls with ferocious pride.
Yet you cannot hear it at the bed side.
A happy day this day should be,
Yet it's not for you, nor for me.
For Death is cold and overbearing.
The pain of grief we end up sharing.
The song you sing should bring a smile,
This stain of death gives Holy defile.
Cold and broken is this night.
He's going down, there is no fight.
The silver tears pour down our face,
For this is no Hallelujah place.
Rufus Wainwright- "Hallelujah"
I never really thought about it until I was listening to a song
But that's why Cassie Bernall is dead today
Because she was making a stand to pledge allegiance to the lamb
And what she said woke up a lot of people of all ages!!!
She just said one word
Oh but the impact that word had on the world
Because it's a challenge to everyone as a person
To take a look inside and see if your relationship is right with God.
It sounded like she was just a normal teenager
Who most likely wouldn't of said what she did
If it hadn’t of been for Jamie inviting her to go on a youth retreat
So, Jamie, I'm sure that her parents want to say "thank you".
The song is entitled "I Pledge Allegiance To The Lamb"
When I heard that song for the first time after her death
I said, "that song was written for and in memory of Cassie"
Because she pledged allegiance to her Lamb.
A corpse isn't done when it's still
We could provide it a thrill
With will there's a way
To play one more day
Provided someone pays the bill
Can you hear the whispers
brought on by the wind storming?
Carried true by the harpers,
the tale the howls are forming?
Came a knock at the farmer's door,
a mailed fist with a fate to turn.
A sob, a wail, a call to war,
a boy, a son, home soon to yearn.
Soon a soldier strode from youth,
to the beat of the king's drum.
A shield his hide, a sword his tooth,
his pack stood the night to come.
Oh for the heroes of men,
the ones who hold the line -
oh for the kin behind,
the ones who hold to hope.
Silence broke to a thunderous horn,
the battle joined with the savage horde.
On a bloody tide he thus was borne,
death he granted and fury he roared.
Silence returned with a blade's sigh,
sanguine as it was ripped away.
A keen, a dirge, a mother's cry,
a man, a son, home soon to lay.
Oh for the heroes of men,
the ones who hold the line -
oh for the kin behind,
the ones who hold to hope.
A place to rest he was given,
a peace he has not taken.
To guard, to serve he is driven,
his will, his resolve unshaken.
So when you see a warrior's mound,
shed not a tear to hear the bugle -
hark rather the marching sound,
for he yet walks the vigil.
Anna left early from Soho
But still she got caught in the storm
Due at 5:30, it’s quarter to ten
She should never have driven alone
Maybe she’s parked at a rest stop
Or maybe some roadside motel
Or maybe we never will see her again
You know sometimes it’s too close to tell
Why the fates change the rules
In the middle of the game is a mystery
And I hate to bear all of this very bad news
It’s just one point of view but what can you do when it’s history?
Joey and Donna were married
Out of high school with nothing to show
But a rundown apartment with too many bills
And a bad case of nowhere to go
Maybe he really did love her
Maybe he took all the blame
Maybe he figured when he pulled the trigger
The two were both one and the same
Bobby had every advantage
Good childhood, and family and friends
And all the disposable income he wished
To buy every means to an end
Maybe he overextended
Maybe he took it too far
Or maybe he took it one too many times
Dying ugly in some stranger’s car
Why the good all die young
One day here then too soon been and gone is a mystery
And I hate to bear all of this very bad news
It’s just one point of view but what can you do when it’s history?
We play every game feeling lucky
Taking chances that we can’t take back
Poor decisions and accidents
These are the facts that distinguish the light from the black
One day we live to the fullest
The next day we live in the past
One day we dance at the top of the world
And one day will be suddenly last
We hang by a thread
Between living and dead, for how long is a mystery
So hard to hear all of this very bad news
Not much of a view, but what can you do?
When we live and we die in the blink of an eye
Never knowing the mystery
And I hate to bear all of this very bad news
But what can you do?
What can you do when it’s history?
Ive seen the past in the back of my eyes
Ive lived mylife reaching toward the skies
Memories flash by and make me smile
Im looking atthe end that coming in a short while
Ive suffered pain and grief enough for two life times
So I welcome the angels songs and harp chimes
Ill be traveling to heaven here I know I belong
For now Ill be brave and sing you my death song
Ive tasted the finish but now I fear not
God is on my side and I love him alot
I have laughed with the reaper as he told me his grim joke
Were not old friends but strangely now Im his kinfolk
Ive suffered pain and grief enough for two life times
So I welcome the angels songs and harp chimes
Ill be traveling to heaven here I know I belong
For now Ill be brave and sing you my death song
I know fullwell that I cannot escape my demise
Just acceptmy fate is what everyone has cometo advise
For now I exist on the tears of those who weep
They give me love and hope that I can forever in my soul keep
Ive suffered pain and grief enough for two life times
So I welcome the angels songs and harp chimes
Ill be traveling to heaven here I know I belong
For now Ill be brave and sing you my death song
This is for all the people who Ive known and who I dont know that have stared at death and been strong.
Air of twilight hour resonated in the silence of death,
I heard it compose the requiem for my final breath.
When at dawn the cadence of the symphony would stop,
you would find me in the transfixed glimmer of dewdrop.
Written : September 15, 2020
Stanza taken from poem : Requiem For The Final Breath
Contest : Rithimus Divisa 3
Sponsor : Gregory R Barden