Death. Poems - Poems about Death.

when people die they become forever that age forever six forever twelve forever twenty-four forever nineteen forever three what if we don’t die? What if we live to be three or four hundred? What happens then?...

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It's possible to know from whence I came There is no need to even have a name I am a part of eternal creation Reunification is my destination Born of the same energy of all creation I seek form to experience the relation Between the parts that make up the whole Unveiling the purpose of my soul Life in any form any time...

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He was a terrific and skilled Italian chef. Forty years ago, he took his final breath. On June the 21st of 1985, Ettore Boiardi passed away. He was born in Borgonovo Val Tidone, Italy and moved to the USA. At the age of 16, he arrived at Ellis Island on a French ship. Now millions are eating his food because...

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I stand here gazing at stars in the sky, Wondering what happens when I die? It’s harder to see with my own eye, The purpose of life as it passes by. First, I’ll consider the where, when, and why? Who or what it was, that caused my goodbye? What was important, whether girl or guy? A purposeful life, or is that a...

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The land is soaked in blood and tears the hate is very old Like all the ancient stories in the Holy Bible told Each vows to kill the other asks their God to make it so Their vengeance masked as prayers consume the Holy Land of woe No leaders can convince them their hate like a disease There is no cure for this old...

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Every human thinks they are immortal, It is the wretched curse of all mortals, It’s a constant game of Russian roulette. Now if I was a smart betting woman, I would wager all on meeting death, But I am not a smart betting woman. I am a child in love with playing god, I live in the life unending facade. I fear no...

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Christmas in July in Israel is nigh My list of wishes in the Gaza Strip is For every hostage priceless, Too many now lifeless Grieve for Israel’s fallen married ...

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She always hated the sight of blood But now it had become her greatest comfort She felt her blood was the only one who understood What it was like to be judged Both hated on for their colour Both wanting to be hidden Both wanting to be invisible Each cut sent waves of euphoria throughout her body She wasn't a masochist...

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I’ve heard others talking as if He were dead, But He rose to give life to others instead. I’m only one, small it may seem, But He died and He rose my life to redeem. And likewise, for you He was crucified, Don’t make it for naught that He died. Accept His offer, redemption of sin, And the Spirit He left us...

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No More War Marching boots echo no birds sing in the shattered valleys. Children’s toys buried beneath the smoking ruins where are they ? Flags wave in triumph, but mothers get folded notes instead of sons. Steel birds above us drop fire with no memory earth weeps sorrowfully A soldier's last breath drifts with dust into the wind nameless in the dark. . No victor remains when the fields are...

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If I ever find my mind in a sermon from heaven Or ever blind as a frog in a broken earthen oven I’d hop my hump back down to earth And yawp my stump for a crown of worth Real heaven can exist in the commotion of a threshold Reckon, if you can, and resist the...

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A dress, tangerine fading into sunflower. We stand together, rooftop of a white concrete building. Higher than clouds, further than moon— she looks down, my eyes follow. Our gazes collide when they fall onto the mist pooling into swirls. I couldn't help but stare, on her porcelain cheeks, something sparkles—tears, but I cannot tell if they're from joy or devastation. I want to hold her— In...

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I think about my life Trying to understand it’s means When I fall asleep, will it untangle in my dreams? I look out of the window And it’s all a bit surreal, I’m not sure what I’m looking for or how it is I feel If I hadn’t lived my life this way, What would I have become? If it hadn’t blocked out...

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A Night of '89 Footsteps at midnight the knock no one dared answer. Dogs howled in silence. Charred Bodies on the road, eyes still open to the sky. The crows never ask. Posters on the wall by morning, the faces fade. Smoke curls from tire pyres . Mother lights a lamp. Her son's shoes still by the door. She dares not whisper. Gunfire in the dusk, then a scream...

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Not its your turn my pretty to prick your finger on the blade taste the repercussions of what you have set to cause on my fate now it will reflect back to you in the form of time On every watch, every ticking clock In every failed friendship, in every loss. You shall forever remember my name you shall forever remember this...

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