Elegy Death Poems | Examples
These Elegy Death poems are examples of Death poems about Elegy. These are the best examples of Death Elegy poems written by international poets.
A force of nature, with a heart so grand,
She walked this earth, a light in the land.
Our Auntie Dana, fierce and free,
Like the hammerhead shark she loved to see.
She navigated life's deepest, darkest seas,
Finding solace and strength on her bended knees.
In the Bible, her compass, she found her way,
Guiding her through each and everyday.
For her three boys, her love knew no bound,
In their triumphs, her greatest joy was found.
Then came the grandkids, a new chapter to start,
Each one a treasure held close to her heart.
Aunt to so many and mother to all,
With laughter and cheer,
she banished our sorrows, our every fear.
Her witty humor, her infectious grin,
A beacon of warmth, from deep within.
Though she faced tempests and trials unkind.
A beautiful spirit, she left behind.
So let her memory live, a whisper on the breeze,
Among the vibrant, sunlit, whispering trees.
A testament to a beautiful, brave, and loving heart,
From which we never, ever, have to part.
Love you Aunt Dana, We will miss you!
Categories:
beautiful, cry, death, faith,
ALEXANDRIA
I came late to Jesus,
Got cancer before my time,
Watched my husband die,
Found my baby drowned.
What did I do wrong?
Followed His church’s way,
Never missed a Sunday mass,
Confessed my sins religiously.
Refused to hear the call
For contraception—
That was not God’s way.
I made Him a dozen babies.
Why’d he punish me?
My faith wasn’t always strong.
Still, I never strayed,
Took communion regularly.
I prepare myself to meet my Maker.
Doctor says I only have a day or two.
Jesus, come to me—
Save me from eternal void.
Categories:
christian, death, eulogy, family,
RELEASE
For loving memory
She must depart
Forever lovely
Forever apart
My lilac of beauty
White satin dream
In solitude and raindrops
Forever it seems
Categories:
death, loss,
my elegy-
my muse covered in death
my wistful cry for help
innocence in her eyes
her last words and hug with a embracing smile
promises made and promises fade
8th of november, when moon turned red
the curse would lift but my roses turned black
the great eclipse returned and claimed another laugh
death of me inside
my lover absquatulated me by that time
lost two souls
on and by-
november 8 and another goodbye
two different years but same eclipse
cursed my sky, stole its shine
Categories:
death, friendship, miss you,
Lamentations alone cannot stop
the bleeding of the land at the ankles,
nor stop the tears of Deluge
Grief matters little in a prophesied
pogrom, for a general death is
not reckoned with evil —
And prophecies shall remain with rain
forty days and forty nights;
And the empty trenches of Desert
shall be filled, her sands mired
upon the gluey spittle of the rains;
Even oases shall puke their water
upon broken rocks —Desert treasures.
When the sun lies in witness to this
history, with ancestral brown drums
saluting yonder,
lamentations shall be futile.
Categories:
death, society, war,
"The essence in us is the same as the essence of the sun”
Dweller of our heart
A sun went out, a silent, sudden night,
and left a shadow where once there was light,
For in our chests, a solar flame still burns,
A borrowed heat that twists and gently turns.
The essence in us is the same as the essence of the sun,
And so your light, though gone from sight and sound,
Is now a warmth within this hallowed ground.
You live in me, a dweller in the core,
A part of fire I am now and evermore.
Though earth received what was your final form,
You shine within, and keep my spirit warm.
Categories:
death, death of a
When i die,
Lay me by
Where the wildflowers grow
Then as I lay,
You can pray
For my presence to ‘round you flow
And as winter calls,
And the ice falls
And makes my grassy mound rise with snow
Let spring bloom,
Flowers on my tomb
Grow in the sun’s heat and the wind’s gentle blow
As summer rises,
Bringing heat to new sizes
And away my spirit to where few do know
Finally when fall sighs
Watch as the leaf flies
As a reminder of the deadly reaping of what I did sow
Categories:
death, nature, peace, remember,
Near the end of my journey,
the sky rains rusty gold, grains from
heaven cleanse my earthy pores
—Bites of crimson filth spread
a plague of exhausted stars
I let them devour in glee—
I am no longer attached to my
physical form; In the eyes there were
too many deaths—
azaleas, sandcastles, and rosy dreams
The air scrapes off
sin, along with skin and the mess underneath
I can barely see myself—the porcelain blue
peeks through the silhouette of my toes
I feel feathery—
At the end of my journey blossoms
a field gently sprinkling pink
Categories:
death,
Our hands are tied, Death
Since you dawned on us this New Year . . .
Shapely bottles of champagnes have shone
And have broken to fragments with the ululation
Of firecrackers that warmed cold and dark wintry skies.
Now, aphonia sets in from unending lamentations.
Headlines, buried by the chilly bones of winter,
Are barren of good tidings.
A chionophile besieges the rim of a sedulous Yuletide
Grieving by oneiric alleys . . .
I speak of the Friedhof of haunting grimness behind
The curtains of howling winds;
Chants that frequent the disease of frightened melodies, stained
With the aged banality of youthful death;
And the purlieu of cremated souls and consolidated ashes.
Daggers are drawn to paint skulls on canvas slit by the
Whispering tongues of fire
Candles burn their tallow gently on the skin of cancer,
A stinkaroo that stinks with rage.
We do not know how else to turn the calendar.
The edges brim with hostile, burning blood,
Frozen with bits of hate and servile penetralia.
New Year hangs the singed sigil of death
On the bosom of fattened scrolls.
Categories:
death, sorrow,
I know a funeral when I walk into one
I can tell between a funeral and a burial
They are two entirely different artworks
One is done on grand canvas, with drunken strokes
Of sashaying brush and bleeding paints;
The other is done on mere sand, with foot and hand,
Forming sandcastles built by toddlers.
I know too well because I have my senses
Intact after the last funeral I attended on a gambolling coast.
I should know because I participated in the burial of a
Village lout, a wretched lord, so grand with contumely.
Funeral lasts for days and contains the sounds of cannons
And other elements of ceremonies, so loud, so eloquent,
So ceremonious —full of man and illiterate beasts.
A burial, on the other penurious hand,
Reeks of haste, attended by a teething crowd —
And at times comes with thunder that speaks in jest
And a lightning whose light flickers on all things subpar.
Categories:
community, death, farewell, funeral,
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 of us have ever said she’s dead
We will never say that she is dead.
Categories:
death, funeral, goodbye, grandparents,
The cold, so cold ground
Binding and pulling
And holding me down
Embraced by the crypt
Confined and restrained
And life’s breath stripped
Stygian inked
Such stifling dark
And soul’s light extinct
I find myself here
Trussed by death’s grave
Without hope, just fear
In the cold, cold ground
Decayed and corrupt
Neath my burial mound
Categories:
dark, death, gothic, grave,
Here one day gone the next
I did not know you very well
You were always nice to me
Commonalities in passing
Sudden sadness in the clouds
The old heads respected you
Sadness in everyone’s heart
Grief in everyone’s eyes
Stillness in your energy gone
The type of sudden sadness
Which leaves you in shock
The type of sudden sadness
Which brings abrupt silence
The type of sudden sadness
Which hollows you out inside
The type of sudden sadness
When kindness of 37 years young dies
Categories:
death,
They called it a seat,
but it was a cradle of fire—
metal-wrapped, bolted shut,
no window,
just the hum of wires
and the memory of old Moscow snow
still clinging to your pads.
They fed you well
and fastened you in
with practiced hands
that trembled only later.
You blinked once—
trusting, calm—
a good girl ascending
where no stray should go.
The capsule ticked
like a settling house—
soft clicks and mechanical sighs,
a shifting weight.
You floated slightly,
snout twitching for air,
wrapped in the smell
of aluminum and heat,
no wind, no scent of rain,
no footsteps coming—
only the pulse of Earth receding.
Your breath grew fast,
then faster still—
in a cage of heat.
The tether drew tight,
your heart raced wild—
then slowed,
then stopped.
The straps dissolved
as your soul slipped free—
a wisp of fur,
a flicker of light
curling through circuits
into the stars—
and no one called your name.
They never brought you home,
but I see you sometimes—
a pale arc before dawn,
falling neither fast nor slow,
the ghost of a girl
who once chased shadows
beneath the rusted cars
of Moscow.
Categories:
animal, betrayal, death, dog,
I was your mom before i was anything else,
My name, before my plans,
Before the life i thought i’d have—
I was yours.
Now the world keeps turning,
But i don’t know where i fit,
Who am i supposed to be
If I'm no longer your mom?
People say, you’ll always be Cody’s mother,
But they don’t understand,
Being a mother is doing, it’s loving,
It’s calling just to hear your voice,
Worrying if you’ve eaten,
Holding you, even though it’s just through words.
Now my time is empty,
My purpose unspoken,
I don’t know how to exist
Without you to care for.
The world calls me by my name,
But it feels so wrong,
Because before i was anything else,
I was Cody’s mom,
And i don’t know who i am,
Without you.
Categories:
change, child, death, grief,