Lover Death Poems | Examples
These Lover Death poems are examples of Death poems about Lover. These are the best examples of Death Lover poems written by international poets.
In shrilling silence, my moans of defiance subside;
Falling tears no one hears, drop and drop, midst my drear.
In all these years, I've never cried the way I've cried;
Each drop shatters the silence in echoes of past years.
No sun shines today; even the heavens mock my pain,
A bitter cold that scolds the lover, borne you away
And stole you back from those angels in their jealous vein.
Within his sepulcher, in darkest silence, my love will reign.
I guess what I was trying to say to you,
The person I want to comfort me, is gone,
She was my favourite to come home to,
She enjoyed games in which I often won.
I just need to return to my new home,
Where I wait for the real lover I searched for,
Where there's no dogs so I can freely roam,
Where I have friends so life's not a bore.
I love you all, but I feel so lost without her,
I know she was also yours in her own roles.
But to me, she was better than my mother.
She and I somehow fit the same boot soles.
I may return to be here for my father's health,
But for now I value love and my wellbeing more
Than working to earn any amount of wealth,
More than mourning as I do her every chore.
A lover and a brother are heavy.
Recounting the contents of life is work.
A vessel holding unaccountable dust
may be volumes for a biographer’s notepad.
“I miss she real bad!”
Whittled words.
Ponderous, leaky expression
surrendered by gross vulnerability,
and maybe a short lexicon.
A lover and a brother
and their handheld tomb,
this wild man pair in tropical print-
cotton tops mirroring loopy island ladies
under pineapple/banana coronets-
standing shoeless upon burning shores,
bearing their dead love,
gone sooner than hope had promised...
fish feed in a jar.
Only One Love
Only a love
Just yours
All my life (was)
Death gets on
Loved a soul
A lover cruel
Hard love her
So hard to love her
She, she, she
For me, me, me
Dance’s love
Platonic love of mind
Dance with me
Holographic this love
Life is just in the mind’s time
Vision of a will’s desire
Come a life into a pulsar star
Falling dead asteroid in the sky
Comes to your soul’s planet
Collision with your space…
Fire, just a passing fire in my life
Just passing in your atmospherical life
Fire, fire, down, down, end, end…
It turned into an explosion in the sky
Flash ash rain…, sun gone…
My life has turned to dead ashes…
Goodbye love of life
Bye-bye life and love
No life
Only a love
Each leaf that falls is mourned by all
As trees prepare for the little death
The glory of their life in warm sunshine bright
Becomes a dream when it's time for rest
As a lover, the wind, strips them to bare skin
And they shiver as the air grows cold
Lean branches bend when snows begin
Youth blows away…and suddenly we're old
Sap inside on hold, as blood when eyes close
Then the breath of life, gasping, departs
Each tree enfolds a spark of life like gold
Till snow melts in Spring’s warm heart.
“For all things will kill you, both slowly and fastly, but it’s much better to be killed by a lover.”
~ Charles Bukowski
Darkness sucked at my soul
with jealousy and intense arousal.
You are mine.
Forever, in life or death.
You shine in lifelessness
as my blade
sinks silver into your skin,
accentuated by the red of my rage.
Together, in life and death.
I love you.
Death kissed me on the cheek
and said I could remain
I still had time to keep
but she’d be back again
For death she is a woman
A fickle fearsome foe
There amidst the shadows
Impossible to know
I said “You’re not my lover”
She sneered, “But I’m still death.
One day I’ll come to take you
when you breathe your final breath
“I am not afraid of you.
No I will not hide.
There is another life to live
on the other side.”
No harbinger of tact was he
And as a matter of fact you'll see
One spewing forth only filth and bile
A mongrel dog with a crooked smile
Nor lover of man or saintly ways
A cur so foul for all of his days
But in the end life doth defeat
Soon the harbinger of death he'll meet
Eyes staring at the fading sun
as my lover sailed away
tears became the shoreline
she hated my tortured mind
I hated the river
of depression
The river waved good bye
In the stillness of a cool, spring morning,
A cardinal’s heart is heavy – he’s heartbroken.
Softly calling for the lover he is mourning.
Thumps noisily against the clear glass pane,
Reflecting the scarlet bird, lost in his grief,
Striking the window, again and again – is he insane?
Our heart bled tears, confirming our worst fears,
that estranged from our lover, our soul died.
As the coffin dropped, we felt leers and jeers
of both friend and foe, of true love denied.
As was the custom, we bore a fake smile,
acknowledging kind words to us proffered
but all we felt was, bitter taste of bile,
finding no solace, in limp hands offered.
As a soulless ghoul, we wander the earth,
although to the bigots we seem alive
but now we’re bereft of love, light and mirth,
hoping that one day, heart’s joy may revive.
Be it rain or shine, always standing tall ~
We are expected to smile as we fall
Neglecting spouse
on tempting lover
lavished
champagne and roses
luxury car... caviars
blue pearls on satin
perfumed embracing
on burning sands
of passion
on meadows bed
asleep in arms
of vices
deadness hidden
by green
of wrapping vines
like tree
when dead twice
night of heat
turned ice
from corpse
in horror
running
weightless will
untrained to resist
sucked in by vacuum
despairing in
God's mercy
immersed in pride
to pay unpaid bill
Love required
on its descent to fire
looked up to see
resplendent more
than sun
The Spouse
springtime of ages
reflecting in her gaze
opening gate
of Paradise
her smile
divine
then shutting.
Sixth Place Winner: Brian Strand-No 1240 Unplaced-9/2/23
She felt old and tired,
Womb heavy with child.
Around, the stately cypress trees
Stood guard, protecting the dead,
And one especially
That lay peacefully in its tomb.
Wind softly soughed
And moaned like muted sirens
That she recollected seeing
In an old magical tome.
Yet no magic could bring back
The lover that had died
Just a few weeks ago.
The embryo moved slightly in its place
As if it knew who rested in the tomb,
And she wondered if the father
Had also moved in his earthly womb.
No tears fell. She left a rose,
Dark violet and perfumed
On the cold marble slab,
Turned and wended her way home
To take care of the one
That would soon be born.
when i have zero days
the last pillow of earth
and coldness fills the hearth
everything goes sideways
my breath can’t move a match
my lover listens close
heart’s beating like a rose
i can hear heaven’s latch
when i have zero hours
and tears are held at bay
as kin, in whispers pray
the silent tone devours
when i’ve zero seconds
i see the light at last
my destination cast
as the good Lord beckons
4/8/2022
Not for contest
BUTTERFLY DIVA
Diva's don't die
we multiply
we are at your side
as you laugh as you cry
we are sexy the sexy lavender lady
lover you hold tight
in the caramel city in the chocolate city
we're your mother, your sister, your wife
We are the boisterous violet voice
collectively as a fuchsia flare scream
Persevere in purple our choice
watch me do my thing
best not to blink either
even if you hot with a fever
if you blink you may miss your dream
Butterfly Divas
We DO the damn thing!