Death Sad Poems - Poems about Death Sad

Burnt Out Bulbs

You never saw past the glory days of 17. 
Because you got sad and thought it a better idea
to hang yourself from the ceiling fan
instead of replacing its burnt-out bulbs. 


Bright idea.

Dimming the light of all the candles
whose hearts and souls were trying
to add light to your dark and dismal life.

You were selfish to drop

Cemetery of Perfect Peace

Nothing is heard, but the gentle breeze
Breeze that whispers over the deceased 
Trees bow their branches with deep respect
For those that lie in cemetery beds.

The green grass is tended graciously
For mourning of friends and family 
To find healing that lessons their grief
And helps those grieving to find some peace.

Flowers adorn the beautiful place
Chosen with perfect

our heros went to war

our heroes went to war
also know what there fighting for, 
to give there life's to keep us safe
to fight along to save human race.
in our hearts we remember you
know one knows what they really went through, 
to stand and fight and brother in arms, 
to pray to god as know its bad, 
remember the day

Gone

Damn.
You're really gone.
I guess it hit me on the way 
  To your celebration of life ceremony.
It's going to feel weird when I go to the house,
 The halls won't fill with reggae music in the morning  like it used too.

  All the jokes about stupid little things will stop, 
grandma will

The Smallest Life

The Smallest Life

The smallest life
A life no less
A beating heart and will to live

The smallest voice
Can not call out
Cannot be heard above the crowd

The smallest hand
A final plea
A longing for simplicity 

The smallest pain
A pain no less
A feeling of unwelcomeness

The smallest heart
A heart stood still 
Falls silent in the evening chill 

The smallest love
A love

She Couldn't Take It Anymore

She Couldn't Take It Anymore


College was supposed to broaden her horizons
After the second year, she dropped out
Fell into the hands of a man
Who took her virtue against her will
She was a student in his class
Overnight her world was torn apart
After months of silence, she couldn't cope
She packed her bags to run away
From the hunter that

First Christmas Without You

I’m sitting here wondering
how I made it through the day.
My heart aches, my eyes are swollen.
My wish to have you back is not a reality.

The stark truth is
you are never coming back.
Last Christmas, we celebrated
the whole day with you—
knocking on your door at dawn,
sharing a breakfast feast
around your table.

So much happiness and love
surrounded us
on that

To All the Dogs in Shelters

To all the dogs in shelters,
Waiting for their deaths:

I hope tonight you dream so sweetly
Of fields so big and green; trees so high and protecting—
You don’t understand that you’ve been abandoned;
Your family is never coming back.

I hope you feel safe and comfortable
On your final night;
And when morning arrives, I hope you still feel happy
(Your face

Wake In Mourning

First thought when I wake up,
Is how much I miss you,
I think of the light in your eyes,
Your beautiful smile too,

Your infectious laughs,
The dreams I had for you,
The goals you made,
And the ones you pushed me to do,

Your pure heart,
How some days you pushed through,
Still always lifting others,
I'm so proud of you,

I miss your hugs,
Your

Whisper of a wounded city

In the shadows of the city, where the Ganges flows,
A silent cry rises, where justice seldom shows.
The night was endless, heavy with despair,
Yet the dawn holds a promise that now feels unfair.

Where are the voices that often spoke so loud?
Now drowned in silence beneath a heavy cloud
Where truth bends to wickedness, and justice is a

Fists Clenched in Slogans

    His plaintive cry pierced the air
       pleading to travel somewhere

    Sympathizers marched in a faraway square
       their fists clenched in slogans
  
    As he bled to death slowly
    

Whilst You Die

-For Hades, the crow

We put you up high so the cats can't get you,
But it is futile: you will die anyway.
I know Death must come to all
But he has been forced to your side too soon;
And I know you are an omen of Death,
But even you cannot escape it.
I hope that when he sees you—
Lying

Lost Dreams

A melancholy moon shone upon the earth.
Shadows lingered upon rows of tombstones.
I searched for solace in the vast cemetery
But alas, I found none to heal my wounds.

Days had passed with echoes of grief as I looked on.
Somewhere lay my love long buried, as birds above
Sang their melancholy melodies of death’s sorrow.

I sought amongst the ghastly

The little boy

All alone sitting in the train 
Shivering not because of the cold 
But the fear the fear for loneliness 
I can’t see my mama 
I want a hug 
I want to lean on her lap 
I’m feeling pain 
My stomach
My head 
My body 
I fall down and unconsciously sleep 
Little boy where is your mama

Destination Never Reached

Walking, walking, walking!
Impossibly long stretches of walk,
Miles and  miles of uncertain journey,
In blazing sun, in sweltering heat,
Tranquil villages with shady trees,
Home, the destination!

Thirsty, hungry, bleeding, exhausted!
With fatigued wives and starving barefoot children they trudge,
Little babies hanging like sandbags from their shoulders, they stumble, 
Tears dry on children’s cheeks!

Men and women…they walk, walk, walk until

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