Death Bible Poems | Examples
These Death Bible poems are examples of Bible poems about Death. These are the best examples of Bible Death poems written by international poets.
There are things I've done in my life
I don't believe can be washed away
No matter how much I repent
I will burn come my Judgment Day
I'm at the point of giving up on God
I feel he has given up on me
I used to pray to him every day
All unanswered as far as I can see
I know all that is in the Bible
And what each book has to say
Psalms 23 says Lord is my shepherd
Well I'm the lamb that went astray
I never felt at home in his flock
I guess my wool was too black
I left the path of righteousness
With no plans of ever going back
Maybe you can pray for me
My prayers got nothing in return
St Peter at those Pearly Gates
Can send me to Hell to burn
The fire descends, a whispered dread,
Above the city of the dead.
And from the gate, a frantic flight,
Toward the mountains, toward the light.
The angel's law, a word of steel:
"Run, and let no backward feel.
No glance of sorrow, no fond gaze,
Lest ye be caught in judgment's maze."
A Draconian State, of salt and flame,
Where mercy holds a different name.
For to a glance, a heart's small ache,
A life is forfeit, for its sake.
So turns the head, against the will,
To see the city standing still.
One tear, one memory, one breath,
And then the cold, consuming death.
A pillar stands, of white and fine,
A woman's form, a grave divine.
A silent tomb, to mark the cost,
Of all that one brief look has lost.
An atheist living soul was floating above on deathbed,
because if he touched it, he would leave this world.
He let the pain out and screamed through his dying soul.
A guy who was once drenched in every bit of gold
comes to him and says:
“I want to make a compromise with your soul and body—
I will save you, but for the rest of your life,
you have to serve me.”
But then suddenly the man who created every bit of the universe
comes to him and says:
“I will save you, but for the rest of your life,
you have to believe I am real.”
Then the living soul thought:
It’s no different. Both are slavery,
but in different ways.
But he thought,
since he questioned God in the life he lived before,
he would face judgment for that.
Either way, he was going to hell.
He was thinking of every possible possibility
that would grant him some life.
But he died in his imagination while sleeping.
– THEBLOODYPEN
Is There Light?
Is there light in the darkness?
Is there hope in the grief?
Is there health in the sickness?
Is there peace in the strife?
Oh! The questions keep coming
With their doubts and their fears.
Can there be a way different
A way that’s way out
An escape from normality
That can banish all doubt?
Try reading the Bible
About Jesus our Lord.
Through his life and his death
He suffered for sinners
Bore what we deserved.
And so, yes, and so,
By his resurrection power
Light, hope, health, and peace
Can be ours through his word!
The olive garden to prepare.
With Zebedee’s sons and Peter
He prayed for the cup to pass,
Your will be done
Not mine.
Take this cup from me?
Yet not my will, but yours be done.
Point of death, the hour is here.
Fast asleep under the trees.
Vision of Isaac being prepared,
On his knees to be spared.
Sorrow in his soul was deep,
While his followers did sleep.
Hallowed be your name,
Your will be done
Not mine.
Without sin to confess.
Spirit is willing, but the flesh…
Visitation from angels,
Strengthening his agony.
Came to a place of trust.
Fully willing, he must.
Great drops of blood fallen.
Sleep on now unto rest.
Betrayed into hands of sinners,
Chief priests of the rest.
Shall kiss, that same is he.
My friend.
(a poem inspired by Jesus in the garden in The Chosen S5E8 and scriptures)
Sorry is for people who have a conscience, who know that sometimes things happen that need a sorry.
Sorry is a type of feeling of regret, that make us think about our actions or inactions.
Like a moment when something is said that later we regret, we can learn and make changes at any time.
Saying sorry, is about having feelings, and caring about how someone feels.
Sometimes, it is hard for someone to say these words, words are like swords, they can cut through feelings.
Feelings of love and joy and excitement, all can lead us to a better tomorrow, just by saying sorry and making a new tomorrow.
God tells us to make anew and follow the path of love, and to love each other and to follow the commandments, thus leading us out of death of the soul.
Jesus tells us to go and sin no more, making us see that being sorry can lead us to a better tomorrow.
Sorry has an impact, making us learn of the power of feelings and words, makes it clear that we care.
Lifting prayers to God, love and prayers for a better today and tomorrow.
David was advised by his kin
the sling's the thing
if you want to win
tho' small as he was
without fear
he did let fly
and rocked Goliath's world
right between the eyes
before he had time
to come near
or even throw his spear
alone from afar David did fling
and with a single stone's throw
he let go one shot to the head
and brought the giant down
yea verily knocked him stone-cold dead
Story of pat,
Can you hear the sirens?
The old mans values engulfed with burning lust of minors,
Patrick’s family left in suspense & deprived,
Waiting to hear news, if their son is alive.
Peter 5:8 of the bible reads the devil walks among us,
I have met him in a house on fifth street living just behind us,
Across the road from a park there is a house of sin,
This is where a dark story in my life will begin.
Twenty- two years have gone by,
For Pat, his life stolen at the age of 9,
PAEDOPHILE, PAEDOPHILE, PAEDOPHILE! You took more than a life,
But if we tell anybody that you touched us, we will get in strife, right?
Twenty-two years later a neurological hijacking of a memory I must revise,
Tearful compassion as I feel the pain for Pats horrific demise,
I am sorry to the family if they find this written poorly,
“This is Emergency can I ask who is calling”....
Can you hear the sirens?
Troy.B.
I see many seeking.' Life eternal, love everlasting' reading
Watching.' Desiring divine..Finding lifes ending observing it.
Yet start new.' in many different life forms; that hold no former awarness peculier to who.? So I leave my ponder.'
And realise to await in faith..' For true capture of life is
Beyond here.. Its in Gods dimension ( and comes neither early; or late. )
The lines of life become etched on each face, if age advances..Until we depart this place.' There are struggles
And some joy.' Some ask for more' Some are happy with
Less.' Then there are the evil (lovers of hate and war ) all
In one place, the world we know.. I have witnessed enough
Lord I know the way this goes.' And I see a hell is needed
A reward for those..Evil beyond all chance of redeeming I must suppose.? Saved for destruction..Validated by deep
Vice mockers now of Jesus and so to be confounded twice.'
My home is not of brick and stone
Nor has it laid foundations on
The filthy soil of earth, no mine
Is somewhere far beyond the sky.
It sits upon the clouds of white
And floats amidst the open skies.
Its walls of gem and gates of gold
Do hide a throne, I will behold!
Its shores are feared by death and sin
And rarely few do e’er get in
But still amidst those few ones rare,
I long to enter, be the heir
To peace and love, instead of fame,
Or coins of gold to be my aim.
I’d rather have my King alone
Than have a love, sham, of my own.
Oh yes, my home is feared by sin,
And feared by death, and all within
Shall reign with Him forevermore,
I hope to meet you at that shore!
Junipers symbolized rest and refuge in ancient times.
Elijah, Job, and Jeremiah were drawn to these special trees.
During their worst times, resting beneath them, they pondered life and death.
"...Or ever the silver cord be loosed, or the golden bowl be broken, or the pitcher be broken at the fountain, or the wheel broken at the cistern. [7] Then shall the dust return to the earth as it was: and the spirit shall return unto God who gave it." ~Ecclesiastes 12:6-7 KJV Bible
he isn't there...
i remind myself again
must keep from digging and digging...
and climbing in with him
"absent from the body...
present with the Lord"
i repeat this Biblical mantra...
my mental shield and sword
it hurts me so to see his grave...
so lonely in our cemetery
a gentle meadow close to home...
the peaceful plot where he's buried
when it is our time, my husband and i...
we wish to be cremated
our remains mixed with soil and seed...
and thus to grow and life created
two stately trees, that reach up high...
our limbs~ his head stone shade
and pointing to our heavenly home...
and to our baby boy... not in his grave.
O' crescent glow
of perpetual allure,
candescent vigil, spirit light.
Vouchsafe a crystal dream
so I may brave
the solemn eerie night.
But if by chance,
at dawn, this ka,
in slumber's freeze awaits.
With plumage beings
I beseech ascend
to greet God's sentence fate.
She said I can't trust you.
You are to cleaver for me.
so why do I stay?
it sounds foreign
to be close to you my dear.
My morning star right there.
Can you help?
Can you heal?
instead, you are poison for me.
Now you have my soul, but you can't own me.
so please move, step back, don't move.
don't f$%ken touch me.
I'm mangled up inside.
I'm so gothic by design.
Black eyeliner on my eyes.
and now I must oblige.
Can you see the dead?
Then what's dead inside of me?
Help and heal
Instead, your poison for me.
So, move, step back.
Don't move don't f#$ken touch me
I'm mangled up inside.
I'm so gothic by design.
With black eyeliner on my eyes
now I must oblige.