Death Best Friend Poems | Examples
These Death Best Friend poems are examples of Best Friend poems about Death. These are the best examples of Best Friend Death poems written by international poets.
(“Something From Nothing”, 2024, original encaustic)
He’s always smiling, the damn fool
Sometimes veiled as a new moon
Sometimes bright as the midday sun,
And always right there with me
Right in front or riding my left shoulder
Good old Death, so patient and kind
Giving me another day
Waiting for that one last dance
As I work the steps, again and again
Wanting to get it right
This one last time.
What do I see in that face anyway?
All that I have been
And all that I may yet become.
(9/11/26)
I love you is not a statement
It is a fact
I love you is not mere words
It is the truth
My love for you equates my
desire for you.
Not suffering nor death can quench
my love for you.
I am sold out for you,
There is no room in my heart for
any other but you
I love you is not a statement
It is my reality
I love you till eternity comes and
parts us
Not wealth nor poverty nor disease
will diminish us
My love for you is beyond the fleshy feelings
It is deeply rooted in my soul and spirit.
Baby I love you dearly.
When shadows lengthen and the day grows still,
I lean into the quiet, soft and deep,
Just pulling up the blankets for a sleep.
It feels like resting after years of work,
Like sitting down when all the chores are done,
No heavy doubts or fears that try to lurk,
Just watching out the window, the fading sun.
My breathing slows, a simple, steady rhythm,
And all the noise inside begins to clear,
I leave the weight of everyday right with them,
And find a strange, gentle stillness here.
No dramatic exit, no pain to fight or mend,
Just letting go, and letting darkness blend.
If my despair can sink ships like a storm,
and my shores are consumed by tidal gloom,
like apples spoiled by a devouring worm,
where rot and mind's decay lead to my doom,
then its poison prevents me from relief
and cure—and the escape from manic death!
This weight of sorrow crushes out my life,
and drains from my lungs God's life-giving breath.
But thou, sweet Rose, restore my soul and joy.
(Grant me your healing grace, your balm, your light.)
If fate grants me one more thing to enjoy,
it is your hand that holds me through the night.
Though life's despair may never quite depart,
I live because you hold me in your heart.
I love how they love Wendy.
So there's
Shes never been loved before and
She's never been loved
The way he
Loves her
Before and
It's delightful.
She
Loves how he loves her.
It surprises her,
And shocks her,
And distresses her,
And confounds and confuses her
All
In the best possible taste.
She
Loves the taste of him,
The taste of his love.
She's lucky, finally Wendy ,
Elizabeth, Liz, Abigail
That fate
Has brought him, Brookes,
To her.
She
Loves how he loves her.
I
Love how you love me.
Still.
man's trust in his dog runs deep
I rest easy in your keep
my good boy, you've kept me safe
now it's time for you to sleep
tears fall like blue rain
chin down brown frown paints pale face
pet dog died today
I've carried time like a coffin — an eternity.
Feels heavier than dark gravity
Devotion that cruel peculiarity;
in me, it shattered — clarity
now it's just deathly polarity.
Structured, then... infirmity
Silence bloated with verbosity!
Thank you expendability
to reach low generality;
close my chest cavity
With immensurability,
blessed by fate's absurd
decree I kiss the
edge of certainty.
My unthinkability —
death offers no pity,
It's just a bullet
labeled tragedy.
To me...
Finally
Companionship or romance, what's the difference?
Is it through death that we depart?
But even friends share that remark.
Is it dinner with a view?
But with friends I'd still pursue.
Is it the coffee shop or show?
But with friends I often go.
Is it through language that we flow?
But my partners have no difference.
What's the difference?
Could it only be emotion?
That alone is not enough.
Then maybe too, devotion?
Could it really be this tough?
With friends there is adherence.
Then maybe it's appearance?
But that's not an interference.
Then maybe there's no difference,
What's the difference?
morning meets a nurse of caring
for many years,
an aide who's burying
some unknown fears,
a neighbor's kitten
Nova left strewn
said--bury in--garden
where Pansy's grew-in.
life's roads all lives got
when life forgot and ought not
life's care for lives share
I was physically born, July 1937
My meaningful life started June 1959, when I took Patricia Ann as my dearest wife.
My meaningful life ended 1:25 a.m., October 10, 2023, with her passing.
Patricia, is at another place, our spiritual place, where we will soon be together again. May the journey be swift as my time here isn’t enough, without her.
Memories can’t satisfy my grief as her touch isn’t there for me.
Together… Forever.
I love You, O Most Lovable,
always-- before and after death
if I lose all my faculties
my heart shall say it with each breath
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Inspired by:
"I love You, O m y God, and my only desire is to love You until the last breath of my life. I love You, O my infinitely lovable God, and I would rather die loving You, than live without loving You. I love You, Lord, and the only grace I ask is to love You eternally... My God, if my tongue cannot say in every moment that I love You, I want my heart to repeat it to You as often as I draw breath."
~St. John Vianney (the Curé of Ars)
Every hum
How sweet
Rhythm the sound
Franklyn Greene the man
Had his own demand
Lived to proof
Enthused
True Sportsmen
Solid foundation
Hourglass timed out
Whispers from the distance
Distances far and close
Yesterday’s past
Tomorrow’s everlasting
The one day came
Followed by soar
Beyond the eyes of the world
Descended and transitioned
I will always remember
Encouragement gained
Honor in the Blakie call
Embrace from Brotherly to Brotherly
Heart driven with every beat
Every talk was a treat
Every joke had a laugh
Peace, Comfort and Tranquility
Thank you for your friendship
This is not goodbye, but until we meet again
Blakie waves
I promise I will behave
Blakie out
When you slip away
as you must
To be with the others
waiting for you
My tears will be drop falling
raining hard
from the missing of you,
Soaking through from the deep
within the all of my within.
Then I’ll remember,
once you said
You would save me a seat
at your table
with a view.
So I await a time to come
when we shall sit
at your table
with a view
and toast our new home
with a glass of angel wine.
Comment On Decency And Morality
This ole earth sets its unholy record
as sin is so often celebrated
The bad walk with chins and chest puffed out
streets danger from the inebriated.
Robert J. Lindley, Feb 2nd 1971
Quatrain
Note; My friend Jimmy, died this last weekend due to his driving drunk.
A completely needless act.