Poems About Death | Poems on the Loss of loved Ones

A billion dollars can buy a bushel of silence and two for death hectares of prime farmland or champagned private jets It can buy a turd in stilettos and a pyrite hearted mistress. A billion bucks can buy you a secondhand spaceship or an endless good run of wall street luck it can buy a bloated lip- plastic...

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A blackbird flies before the moon, A life shall pass away; A death, a bird, Together stirred, Fused in a lunar ray; The wings of a fate falling soon. ...

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I took a long drive down to Harbinger Row Where the grass is all dead and the flowers won't grow Where the people and their pets are now long gone And an icy cold wind whispers till the dawn On certain nights you can hear the spirits cry Under a pale-blue moon or a blood-red sky They suffer and anguish...

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Diving deep in the pond of the sub-consciousness I die every night, you die every night too This is our way of rejuvenating the body This may sound crazy, eerily or even spooky, However, this is absolutely or definitely true Our body makes a special trip to correct the mess Which takes place from a certain time to the other We die...

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The women fell upon the bodies of the dead, clearing blindfolds for one last look upon their face. Shot, against a carmine wall, no matter how they pled. So now they mourn them through a veil of blackened lace. A mother presses lips upon a virgin son; a bride, in bloodstained white, whispers; she is to be; a sister screams, at...

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I don’t have to remind you. Yesterday is behind you. Temporary is the time these bodies will hold the spirit inside you. Whether you are a millionaire or broke and in debt. Life has a beginning middle and end. It’s those three points that we try to make our friend. Since our timer starts when...

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In the beginning two lovers were born In the campus parking lot behind the student union They clung together for 60 years Until one day my wounded bird knew Her broken hip would not allow her to fly again I was too old and weak to pick her up off the floor When she fell...she said she wanted to go to...

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It might be a city of paradise in Bosnia, Its memories are as fragile as a vase The horrors and tears stained on the canvas of time And it's something that no one forgets. With a child snatched from his mother, Begging her to pray for his soul As fear ascends like a dark cloud Standing in line and awaitng the...

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Uninvited death slowly entered during her illness Engulfing her old, frail body Slowly and higher came the stillness Which at any time can affect anybody Night's embrace grows colder with each breath, While the clouds drift on a somber quest, Even time pauses at the doorstep of death, Holding her moments in an eternal rest. I knew I had died when the...

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When I lose someone I love…someone who was close to me I try my best to follow the Native Nations’ wisdom and philosophy… To stay with them a while in those sweet places I call memories To visit their smile often To let their light warm and fill my heart And always remember Their love lives on through me ...

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I’ve known my mother since before I had a shape, when my soul — a seed of silent stars, was still searching for its furrow. I was an imperceptible vibration, a faint flicker in the chasm between being and not-being, and she — the only soil where I could take root. She never promised time would be gentle, but she gave me her...

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All the birds in the skies stopped singing All the clocks on the walls stopped ticking All the bells in the halls started ringing Once the gun in his hand started clicking...

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skull in the forest her body yet to be found accident or what no one comes forward lone skull left all by itself detectives come out dna testing jane doe remains a jane doe body still hidden...

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Hell’s fire does not now exist for those who die apart from Christ. The wicked dead are food for worms As are the bodies of dead saints. But death for all is not the end. The God who made heaven and earth is God of life and not of death, and it’s his will that men should live. When sin brought death, He...

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We die a little bit Each day and each night As we live every minute Gleeful or glum under the light. We die in our sleep And rise again if we’re lucky And blessed. This is deep Few people are truly canny or savvy. Believe not in all the glitters When it’s time to go or to depart Gravity behaves like deadly creatures. We die every...

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