Grief Death Poems | Examples
These Grief Death poems are examples of Death poems about Grief. These are the best examples of Death Grief poems written by international poets.
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Written: September 07, 2026
dry clouds float
sun blocked off and on....
weep day away
Life said to death,
I make people live and thrive.
Death said to life,
I make them barely survive and die.
On and on they went;
Back and forth they said:
I fill people with joy and gladness.
I fill them with pain and suffering.
I give them hope for tomorrow.
I give them grief and sorrow.
I fill them with songs of melody.
I give them songs of misery.
I teach people that there's life after you.
I tell them that there nothing after me.
When time shall be no more,
I offer people eternity.
When time shall cease to be,
That will be the end of me.
I miss you so much
but you are not in
the fore front of my
mind like you were
when you first
said goodbye, why?
I had to learn to go
on without you!
I had to learn to live in
world that we no longer
occupied together.
Although I don’t cry
every day like I did
when you first left,
I’ll hear a song or recall
a memory and the
tears begin to fall.
I could never forget you!
You’re part of me,
imprinted on my
heart and soul.
Although grief wears
a different face as time
goes by , just know
I live for us both!
I'm sorry for all the hell you put up with,
as I was being dragged for "witch craft"
by those in-articulate one track puppets
doing their best to bury war-weary me.
We'll watch horror films on Shudder,
a distraction from the stomach cancer,
window closed & the shutters,
as I buried myself in your lap as I lapsed.
I wish you could see six day sober me,
still lingering on to your jumper's scent.
I sleep with it tucked to my chest
Your struggles I wish were mine all the least.
Your father doesn't mind, when I open
up your broken child-hood window,
cradle in your bed from the 90s
to finally fall to you this time...
HEART
of cold
solid stone
is now standing guard
silent and unmoving
its tears discarded by time
“time will not remember your name”
You had to say goodbye.
Gently kissed the tears from my eyes.
Soon we will meet again.
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: Honorable Mention 2026
A single white rose,
stark against the scar,
left on a plinth—
pale,
pierced,
and pared.
Air drips with heavy dew—
a heady sip,
thick nectar stung by wind,
a bitter elixir on the tongue.
The faint decay of autumn bloom rises.
Petals—
crushed,
capsized on iron.
Ensnared.
Entombed.
Rusting deep in the split stone—
iron teeth gripping the grim root.
Under the rust,
a secret scarlet pulse.
White thorns wake,
weaving through the wreckage.
Wild shoots shatter the cage,
rising—
raw,
radiant,
and reborn.
For deep under the bitter stone,
beneath the winter's heavy blow,
lies the silent, secret seed.
It waits for the solstice's soft sovereign warmth,
to wake,
to break,
and build the bloom anew.
Buddy Whiskers
“Here Kitty, kitty, kitty, kitty
Here, Buck, Buck, Buck!
Here, Buddy Whiskers!”
I was so sad when you disappeared
and even more when I heard a shot-
afraid my best friend might've been murdered0 though
I didn't want to believe the possibility, at first.
Then the day gradually came, that we had to move
I was sad I would never get to call to you from our window
and truly felt guilty leaving you in that depressing city
uncertain to this day if my fear was truly what happened to you!
Many years later, I still wonder
and continue to think of you
I know that kitties all eventually pass away
but you were so dear and important to me
if I could still watch your TV show, I would
Although it would be hard without you, my unique kitty!
it rained
and I stayed
not to pause in remembrance
but to wash away
what grief couldn’t
it didn’t matter
that my heart was breaking
what else could it do?
you lie beneath ten feet of dirt
after the slow battle
cancer claimed
and I disappear a little more
each day
healing is a dream
it lives in the stars
or in a glass jar on the mantle
healing
that’s for time to deal with
if I can’t hold your hand one last time
or tell you everything I forgot to say
then time is pointless
right now
rain drowns my sorrow
it stings my skin
and gets in my eyes
no need for tears
but tomorrow
shall start the pain
all over again
and this rain
will be waiting for me
In Germany beneath a foreign sky
I took sweet Sherri’s hand as mine
We built our days upon young hopes
And we consumed love like sacred wine
Then one day the world stood still
A voice like thunder split the air
I ran by will through dread and fear
To find death waiting there
They said my sweet Sherri had gone away
And with her passed a child (inside)
“What, a daughter I’ll never see?!”
Then felt my own heart landslide
Once we talked that if it should ever be
That God would bless our love the same
A little girl with Sherri’s eyes
We both would give her Emma’s name
Then dawn broke cold upon my face
No blood, no ward, no final scream
Yet grief still echoed through my mind
For all of it had been a dream
Written: July 11, 2026, for a contest sponsored by Line Gauthier
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Grief stays—slow snowfall seals the silent night,
Time weeps—deep sleep dims every fading light.
Lost love - heart's throb echoes that I can't flee,
Sad years—bleak hymns sink in, griefs I foresee.
Through fading rain, your voice—a soft refrain,
Grief's thief brings back your sweet ache again.
I put my arms around you, your heart melts into mine;
the borders of your anguish I can easily define.
There is no need for language explaining agony,
I perceive a griever’s heartache in black telepathy.
Your landscape is familiar, I know one similar
in the trackless barren places, in the lonely city spaces
where people neither know nor care.
I gleaned shriveled fruit from withered vines,
crushed, distilled, and drank the acrid wine.
I climbed the treeless summit, trekked the tundra of despair,
heard the mountain winds dark harmony
to a mourning mother’s keening prayer.
I know because my heart has heard
within its depths your soundless words.
Copyright, July 11, 2026
¦¦¦¦¦ the Road of Life's so ¦¦¦¦
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦
¦¦¦ frail ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ driving home
¦¦¦ its latest Stage, the Tomb.
¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦ in Harness strong,
Marches ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ along:
¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ to smooth the Pace,
Fills the next adjoining Trace:
Independance leads the Way,
Whom ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦
Truth an equal Part sustains,
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦
In the Box fits vig'rous Health,
Shunning miry Paths of Wealth:
¦¦¦¦¦¦ with ¦¦¦¦ Smiles,
Ev'ry ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ Step beguiles;
¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ Nature, or ¦¦¦ Fate
Only This I wou'd intreat:
The Equipage might not decay,
Till the worn ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ drops away.
(Blackout of The Equipage by Anne Kingsmill Finch)
Some days I think I miss you.
Other times I'm mad.
Sometimes I'm glad your gone but at the same time I am sad.
I often stop and remember one of the memories you have shared.
When you told me that your mom never really cared.
You said you dream about her but she never ever talks.
But I would say you're just like her a two face back stabbing mom.
I love you but I hate you it messes with my grief because I'm not sure how I feel now that you're deceased