Get Your Premium Membership

Dead(P) Poems - Poems about Dead(P)

Premium Member In the dead of night, under celestial vaults of deep silence
In the dead of night, under celestial vaults of deep silence, The shadow of my soul intertwines with longing, In a dance of stars, spirals of time and dreaming, I hear my heart beating in rhythms of cosmic nostalgia. Through the dark forests of the mind, I wander aimlessly, On unseen paths, seeking meanings hidden beneath veils, In a world of...

Continue reading...
Categories: dead(p), fantasy,
Form: Free verse
Daring Dead
Dour-faced servants, thunderbolts, towering bad days. Will or reason? Time, truth, dolts! Dynamite dismays! Suffering, you heard the man! Damn you, let us in! Hell and Heaven, what's the plan? Span, O light of Sin! Wilting flowers on the beach? Autumn, thou art here. Must be something out of reach! Sour and severe! Cannibals, thy holocaust! Wicked is the past! Radar love...

Continue reading...
Categories: dead(p), adventure,
Form: Rhyme



THAT NIGHT
"My eyes were never shut that night, As I pulled my soul in the concept of Magnetic field, I looked through the reality of poets, It can be anyone- an engineer, an artist or a man with a broken heart, since hearts are meant to broke so a soul can join them in pieces again, Though Love and Sorrow."...

Continue reading...
Categories: dead(p), 11th grade, 12th grade,
Form: Carpe Diem
Dead Or Alive
Some are less concerned it seems to me with the killing of the living (whose taxes pay each Supreme Court employee) than that of the unborn or perhaps I should be more forgiving but when someone says, 'Guns don't kill people, people do,' (it drives me to vexation) as I've never heard someone died of a drive-by strangulation (Have you?) ...

Continue reading...
Categories: dead(p), death, how i feel,
Form: Rhyme
The Dead Pour Me Out Like Tea
I am dead to many, a few are dead to me. I am forgotten by girls in green silk sarongs yet they still pour me out like tea. The dead are drunk on themselves, as I am. I throw up a timeworn rope of thought they haul me up just enough for me to see the moon caught in a teacup, then I allow them, let them...

Continue reading...
Categories: dead(p), poetry,
Form: Free verse



Never say that she is dead
We will not say that she is dead. We have never said that she is dead. We will never say that she is dead. We’ll say she’s in heaven We will say she passed away We tell the children she went to God’s house And became an angel on the way. We say she’s gone We say she died But none...

Continue reading...
Categories: dead(p), death, funeral, goodbye, grandparents,
Form: Elegy
6 Dead, 4 Wounded, And One On The Way
Leukemia boys and Leukemia girls wave in hospital volunteers, as the angels wave them away. What is love? Beyond an overpriced ambulance ride, and an unnecessary hospital stay? The most beautiful things: summer sweat, and Rome after rain. Inside, a child draws a yellow sun with trembling fingers. The IV, taped down like it’s trying to hold him there. Forced positivity. A heart full of apathy. I see that same world you try to see with substance sober, and I’ll be the first to...

Continue reading...
Categories: dead(p), 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form: Free verse
Premium Member I'm dead
I close my eyes and I breathe no more No more standing at deaths0 door No more struggling just to survive No more machines to keep me alive No more visits from people I don't know No more pity will they have to show No more living in constant pain No more injections ever again No more crying when...

Continue reading...
Categories: dead(p), age,
Form: Rhyme
I hate my neighbour and want to murder them
I hate my neighbour and want to kill them. I imagine their car being squashed by trucks like jam sandwiches. Red crusts. I daydream that their staircase collapses like factories ready for demolition. I fantasise they swallow glass instead of coffee and bleach in place of milk. I conjure images of their flesh peeling like skin from a potato....

Continue reading...
Categories: dead(p), death,
Form: Free verse
Premium Member The Virgin Dead
The seeds of war are planted in the soil of greed within the garden of an unholy trinity. Children of the poor sent off to war to weave the satin feathers of a murder of political crows. The war machine is a stomping beast spitting out bones vomiting over the centuries. The children of the poor taking their last ride to the heart of...

Continue reading...
Categories: dead(p), war,
Form: Rhyme
i text dead people for advice
i text dead people for advice. not because they answer— they don’t— but because they never interrupt. i tell my grandfather about the boy who left mid-winter and how my ribcage still clicks shut like a locket when someone new gets close. he was buried in silk, but i like to imagine he’d wear combat boots now and tell me to run before love swallowed me whole. i ask...

Continue reading...
Categories: dead(p), 12th grade, angst, anxiety,
Form: Free verse
Premium Member Dead Ends
I pray to the god of everlasting remorse. I rip out my heart to throw on the altar of dead ends. May I be delivered from the sinful haters, To re-establish ties with my benevolent friends....

Continue reading...
Categories: dead(p), friendship,
Form: Rhyme
David And Goliath
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...

Continue reading...
Categories: dead(p), bible, death, fun, gospel,
Form: Rhyme
Premium Member Gate for the Dead
Built in the middle of Nowhere, A gate of turquoise, very rare, A sculptor carved a figurehead, The gate was built to guard the dead. It's best to come on full-moon night, for the dead don't care for sunlight. GHOSTLY music is often heard, And one unidentified word. It's said, on a September date, GROANING is heard near the big gate. GRIEF-STRICKEN singing to the...

Continue reading...
Categories: dead(p), death, fantasy, scary,
Form: Rhyme
My Murder They Call Survival
Three men. Three shadows with human faces, Hands like chains, Voices coated in liquor and cologne — That same cologne still snakes through my chest, Claws at my lungs every time I smell it. They didn’t need chains — They used hands, words, filth. And God? Stood there. Silent. Watched them rip my clothes, Rip the light from my chest, While I begged the sky for mercy That...

Continue reading...
Categories: dead(p), addiction, courage, crazy, fear,
Form: Free verse

Related Poems


Book: Radiant Verses: A Journey Through Inspiring Poetry