Best Deathdeath Poems
Oh, death malevolent!
The taker of us all before our time,
you grimly reap a myriad of souls,
cruelly stealing many in their prime,
and countless young and innocent
have you whisked ruthlessly away!
Oh, death Malevolent!
Why this utter heartlessness that you display?
Oh, horrifying death!
When young, I read of you in Revelations.
Your nature so atrocious
filled my tender heart with trepidation -
thinking of humanity's travails
the many painful ways to die.
Oh, horrifying death!
What good is it to even ask you why?
Oh, death omnipotent.
to the yang of life, you are the yin.
Your power cannot be withstood.
Everyone you call upon must let you in.
A higher and mysterious law you answer to
and fighting against you, we all are powerless.
Oh, death omnipotent!
when did I begin to fear you less?
Oh, unbiased death!
Whether you be torturous or kind;
whether you be swift or slow;
no man or woman will be left behind.
You serve a God of justice and of truth,
and, I'm told, a God of mercy too.
Oh, unbiased death!
Can I grow in faith, knowing you're the path to something new?
Oh, welcomed death!
When our friends and family have passed on;
when grief engulfs the soul;
when youth's abilities are all but gone;
when life seems somehow more than we can bear;
you come along to bring us sweet release.
Oh, welcomed death!
Are you thanked enough for bringing us to peace?
A Child’s View of Death
People say now that Grandpa was thin
But he had plump cheeks; cancer had set in
Each Sunday penny candy in my hand he’d place
And with rugged hands he’d embrace my face
To an impetuous toddler, his cigars smelled foul
But I don’t remember him ever sporting a scowl
On the way to mass my hand he’d squeeze
And no one ever mentioned his disease
But I’ll not forget the way mama cried
When she hugged me and said Grandpa had died
Though yellow tulips bloomed outside
I entered that parlor where emotions ran high
Grandpa looked peaceful, like he was asleep
I walked softly toward him, not making a peep
Where was that smile I’d come to expect
Not one movement could I detect
It can cause harm taking preschoolers to funerals
Death viewings can be the most frightening rituals
Fear lingered for months as I dreamt of him
Lying in a coffin, his skin cold and face grim
Children should remember those who have passed
Alive and happy, the way they’d seen them last
A fear of death plagued me for many years
I couldn’t accept that good people disappear
From our lives, to be buried in the ground
In thoughts of this loss, my spirits drowned
It wasn’t till later I realized the eternal life of souls
And that in both forms of life, we each have our roles
Be sure to tell little ones of God’s special home
And how our deceased loved ones sit by His throne
In coming to terms with this revelation
I learned to see death as a new life’s creation
*For Lay's "Darkest Childhood Memory" Challenge
Death by morning death by night
All I know is I die tonight
death is here death is there
Death follows me everywhere
Death is here death is now
I already know that someone will drown
I know that it might sound bad
I know how I die and I'm kinda glad
I know its comming I know its soon
I know that it might be you
Knowing the truth and what I see
weather its you or weather its me
I guess we'll just have to see
In the morning if I awake
Than I know it was a mistake
I know it is bad but I'm glad
It was you and not me
The rest is fate can't you see
You might know in your heart
Of your death how it starts
But when it happens its not up to me
Its all fate can't you see
knowing this and knowing that
I am just stating fact.
Watching you hurt, watching you fade
hurts me too as I wince with pain.
Everything hurts.
I can't explain
except to say:
everything hurts.
You, my source of comfort, the Mother of my life, the very reason I breathe.
I owe you my life, but you're being taken away from me.
You're gonna take my breath with you aren't you?
You're gonna take my breath with you.
Its ok if you do.
There's no reason to breathe without you.
After all, all my breath is owed to you.
Thank you...
Thank you...
for giving me life,
for letting me fly,
for teaching me to love life.
You can't hold onto your own, but your fingers close around mine.
And you say 'continue, you'll be ok.
I promise I'll see you someday
when death is a good thing.'
I know exactly what you mean...
Cuz I can't wait to watch the very last breath
of your suffering to be erased from my head.
I can't wait til tears run out of supply,
I can't wait til sadness dies.
When the thought of you doesn't sting
and death is a good thing...
When your hurt
and my empathy pains
and our tears
die, die, die.
When people ask
if we're ok
we won't have to
lie, lie, lie.
I want to hurt what's hurting you.
I've watched...you slowly go
but who's gonna watch me go?
I've wiped your tears as you pretended not to cry
but who's gonna look after mine?
If you die...
If you die...
If you die...
I die
Upon the ground there were a rose
Lying upon her breasts
She clutched it, thorns dug in her skin
As she gave her last breath
A bloody kiss upon her lips
Treading down her skin
To rest upon her neck and colarbone then
Beauty in the death that fell
Upon this lovey rose
For in her hair there were flowers
And in her hand a note
"Come to find me love" it said
In elegant old world script
She bathed and dressed and left
To go on this romantic trip
Taken by her warmth he was
As his lips eagerly searched hers
Until he lost controle
Of the blood hunger urge
He held her in his arms tight
His mouth crushing sgainst her lips
She swooned and smiled
As if they were in their own world
She never noticed how deep he bit
He placed upon her rosy skin
The gift of the dark lord
The kiss stole her breath
That stole her life from her
He shooke as he bade so hard
That he still loved that human girl
He cradeled her body, still within his arms
And gave her another kiss, before he slit his arm
Upon her lips he placed his blood
To bring her to his world
A midnight death of romance
Between the vampire boy and what use to be
A human girl
BY: The Lost Poet
(c) 2009
Form:
Dying-Noah Holden
Everybody is going to die somehow, some way,
You could die right now, tomorrow or today,
You could be murdered, or just drop dead,
You can die any second even when your sleeping in your bed,
One day you could be shopping at the store,
The next day you could be resting behind a closed coffin door,
The Death Angel will take you no matter where you are or what your doing,
Your family, your friends and your loved ones will be at your bodies viewing,
You will be stored in a morgue in a freezer as cold as ice,
Make your life right and repent because you don’t get to live twice,
Everyone dies and when it’s your time to go your going,
Your heart will quit and your blood will stop flowing,
You will be put in a coffin and thrown into a hole,
When you reach your time to die, the Death Angel will reap your soul.
Form:
The Death Angel-Noah Holden
Death is so lonely, unexpecting, depressing and grim,
The Death Angel is among us everyday even though we can’t see him,
Taking any living things life is the Death Angel’s role,
When your time on this earth is up the Death Angel will reap your soul,
The Death Angel’s robes are as dark as the pits of hell,
He is a soul deliverer, standing tall his skin so very pale,
He walks among us with his robes, sickle and hood,
He will take you out and touch you with death and your heart will stop for good,
The Death Angel will take you to your eternal resting place,
He will take you no matter your age, religion, height or race,
The Death Angel works everyday without a single break,
When he comes to see you, your soul is all he’ll take,
One day you’ll appear on the Death Angel’s list,
Your life as you know it will be dismissed.
Form:
Death-Noah Holden
Death to most people brings nothing, but fear,
Nobody knows when death is near,
Death is lonely as well as cold,
Nobody, but God knows what this life will hold,
Life blooms and slowly dies like the pedals of a flower,
Nobody knows when they’ll die, not the day, second, or hour,
Laying on an embalming table with no life or thoughts within your brains,
Your blood is drained and cold embalming fluid runs through your veins,
Nobody wants to be in the place I like to call the garden of the dead,
We will decay into the dust from which we are created that’s what God said,
Buried in the ground, your grave surrounded by flowers and crows,
Buried in your velvet interior coffin dressed in your dress clothes,
Remember death will take you no matter what, death doesn’t discriminate,
Everybody is going to die and everybody has a death date.
Form:
I say oh death where is you sting? Oh grave your victory
The silent tomb that lay's await,that men think they shall see.
But can’t you feel the stirrings that beats within your heart?
That infiltrates your very being and becomes in you a part.
The very depths with in your soul so deep within does lie
Comes out within your spirit“ You shall live not die”
You will declare the glorious word that changes truth from sin.
And in abundance it shall come so men can live again.
Fear not the fire that will burn away infirmities
Bear with the very suffering that will set man free.
Take upon your being a selfless way to live.
So to each and every man my blessing you may give.
For life gives up the mortal to immortality
As you put off your life, you then will take on me
I shall be your mainstay. Your life be hid in me
My glory will shine forth in you so everyone can see
No more shall man be shattered by the traditions of a man
The very word you speak will cause, man to live again
For types and shadows of things past before you now I bring.
So you can speak unto the grave,“Oh death where is your sting!”
Speeding down the highway
I lament my life so far
and meanwhile Death is gleeful,
riding shotgun in my car.
So I crank up the volume,
speakers thrumming bass guitar,
but Death just seems to dig it,
riding shotgun in my car.
One child is an addict
and the other lives too far,
as Death adjusts the seat-back,
riding shotgun in my car.
My husband's soul is breaking
while his son's a big rock star,
and now Death is laughing,
riding shotgun in my car.
As I mourn my unborn grand-kids
his smile becomes bizarre,
for this is Death beside me,
riding shotgun in my car.
Crashing at 190 sure would
leave a massive scar,
and meanwhile death is grinning,
riding shotgun in my car.
©Danielle White
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.
Where does it all begin?
How will it all end?
Do we burn in hell from our eternal sin?
Or do we rise up on heaven's wind?
Perhaps we simply die,
with no room for faith.
since we cant all rely,
on what some consider safe...
Some say we are reborn,
into a world of spirit
With no room for scorn
and no way to fear it.
So then what is this soul?
that prevents death in vain.
Sure it gives us these feelings,
But does not a dog too feel pain?
No i think it to be obvious now,
i have began to apprehend.
For as life be it the beginning,
Let then death be the end.
And as for now, what is next?
Man meets a wall he cannot cross.
A question unanswered,
An endless coin toss...
So let it be known
to the one that has thrown
this life's unknown
that your beauty has been shown.
Such a paradox in my mind
that has fooled all mankind
with it a humor i do find,
for with all comes death,
and with death all may know
but know not will the living.
An endless coin toss...
Form:
I dance in death to overtures of Bach
In the background violins softly play,
Body and mind start slowly to decay
Hear the tick, tick, ticking of midnights clock.
In death, in death; 'tis such a sweet scene,
Bach fades into the midnight hour.
The ending of song in all its power,
The beauty of death; ‘tis but a dream.
How could I dream that death is so sweet,
Oh, life why don't I cry out for thee?
I never knew death had honor and pride
'Tis a new beginning for a life complete.
The closing of mine eyes has made me see
Play on dear Bach, let me dance by your side.
Thousands upon thousands strong
covered in full battle armament
the riders most definately frightening
the stench of evil and death abounds
for these riders are of another world
not the living, but yet the the dead
for they dwell in the realm of the in-between.
The mounts upon which they ride
creatures too most evil and foul
throw fear into all they encounter
eerie red glows where eyes should be
a foul steam emits from nostril and mouth
in addition, thunder follows in their advance
with lightening around them ever present.
With every passing battle they lay claim
to more riders with which to further build their army
pour souls whose only wish is to pass
into the light, a most peaceful death indeed
with every ounce of courage they can muster
they strive to avoid these riders and their evil
with voices rasied unto the heavens, they pray
for good to prevail over this un-wordly evil.
Once you have entered the gate there is no
turning back. Inside the gate lies mountains
crusted with black dust. Birds with bulging
eyes and unknown sounds that makes your
heart swell with fear.
Crackling of the ground below you with
lava pockets swelling from the ground.
Inside the gate is a garden of death just
waiting for it's oponet. Death awaits
and will challenge you into a death fight.
It will destroy you and bury you in the '
black dust of the mountains. You will
melt and be tortured by the bulging
eyes of the birds.
Your eyes will be plucked like a feather.
And your remains will be a prisoner
inside the gate until you turn to sand
and the gate of death will continue
to feed off your bones.