Dark Death Poems - Poems about Dark Death

You're gone

I wait upon the threshold, bare,
A hollow silence chills the air,
I call your name, but none reply,
Only my echoes, and they die.
Yet I linger, lost, sorrow on,
Yearning for a voice, long gone.
Hearing phantom calls everywhere,
You’re not there.

I remember when I held you near,
Your presence lingers, ghostly, clear,
I reach into the empty sphere,
As if you will

Obituary

Seeking life among the dead
living like the dead among the living
a ghost haunting city streets
chasing the void--
the dark places/
between the stars and neons

An atheist on his deathbed

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

I tried to cut my toenails, but I couldn't bend

I tried to cut my toenails, but I couldn't bend.
It gets harder and harder the nearer the end.
And there's just no hope for a remedy.
Your body's becomes the enemy ~
and death a yearned for friend.

Death

 Pyramids Poetry Contest 
Joseph May

DEATH
Flat line
Cold hearted

One chamber, one shot
Suicide triggers loss
A good wife left grief-stricken

"Why did he give her a black rose?

The day i came and went

For a while, I have been gone,
Not so much for I left my poetry in my stead,
So they read, so they remember...
Yet here I am, alive yet dead.

They look at me with eyes,
Eyes that made mine cry,
No hugs, no hellos, or a faint gladness--
For I am here, alive yet dead.

The house I lived in, now

Jailer's Time

Evil little faces
In little evil places 

come in from many cases
Behind the glass door mazes, do we really make changes?

Do they actually change us?
 I walk by the metal cages, I've come to feel the same spaces 

Humbly, I have to say this
We are all on borrowed time still

Normalcy

A return to Normalcy
As night comes, all are at ease 
We return to slumber 
In the electric comfort 
Of artificiality that is our lives 
We revel in the false sense of our own 
Modern conveniences
We forget the thin veil between 
Our electric life, truth of nature’s brutality
Of our existence, we believe we are
Immune to the

empty spaces

Ghosts that haunt empty spaces
Like objects in cabinets 
that drift on window pains 
As light out places the things 
left in the corners of 
attics and In-between 
the walls and hidden faces, 
memories like objects 
that linger as bookmarks 
to someone's history, 
yellowing pages, 
trinkets and toys, 
old books and broken vases 
sit like old

a walking void

lost to my sight 
In a world of noise, we move 
In endless plains, shadows lie
Footfall echoes n dies
Sounds travel past my night
A void endless inside
Walking trail of broken stars 
Cast in darkness deep n beyond 
Beautiful n terrifying 
A walking void of oblivion’s
Objects defining all as it was 
The light cascades, heavenly charade
A void

Milady’s Love

Milady, you were always loved
For twenty-five years, the people honoured you
They believed you were one of them
Not either royalty  or nobility
Just the same as they were
But you had someone loving you who you did not know 
No one knows anything about it
Just that it arrived on the day you were buried
Milady, it must have

Roses are Red, Violets are Blue

When roses are red and violets are blue,
each is a lovely, sentimental hue. 
But the color of blood is also red,
and now my love, as you're gone and dead, 
the color of velvet is tinged dark-blue,
and I still cry through my tears for you.

spitty splashing of pitty patter sun-washed lemons,

 spitty splashing of pitty patter sun-washed lemons,
the sun rises instead to the shade of the apple trees
Hello nuke in the sky, its an experience to say Hi,
cracking my last case of beer until ashes I'll die.......
wisdom dictates I'll be lost to the flesh as a fact,
among all the memorial moments as I pass away.
Inner

The Seed Of Fear - Cinderella

Ominous bays of hellhounds thunder in the bleak night
As a shattered glass slipper is found amongst powdered ivory snow,
The glint caught within incorporeal warping moonlight—
Leading to a blue grey corpse, mangled with frozen tears cemented in place.
Hands clenched around a copper timepiece,
The minute hand paused at one past twelve.
The putrid scent of desperation still hangs

Mandela, Forgive Us

Mandela, forgive us—
When Robben Island set you free after twenty-seven winters,
You stepped into sunlight and showed us the way.
You taught us peace when the world expected vengeance,
You offered us hope when our hearts were torn.

Your vision was a land reborn,
A South Africa dignified,
A rainbow nation rising beyond its past.
You told us to do better—
But oh,

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