Sympathy Death Poems | Examples
These Sympathy Death poems are examples of Death poems about Sympathy. These are the best examples of Death Sympathy poems written by international poets.
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
We watch while we cry
as children of Gaza die…
deny genocide
child of Gaza
thy innocence in ruins…
buried in despair
Gaza’s children
our hearts a hole carved
as babes of the Gaza strip starve
only tiny amounts of aid
are piling out of reach
concrete border
empty flatbed trucks
crossings bare from south to north
unjust fatality—insufferable!
genocide of Palestinian now recognized
they starve the children
bomb their land on which they stand
an ancient war
little child only understands what he sees,
famine he understands well
while we surf the channels
some shall shrug and look away…
this is not my child is what they say
Forget about it
Don’t think about it
It’s not important
Put it out of your mind
Things I have been told
Advice for the lovelorn
The bereaved
The broken hearted
The lonely
Your love has gone away forever
They have left you behind
They have stopped you in your tracks
Well meaning friends
Want you to forget them
Get on with your life
But the hole in your heart
Is too big to fill
With sympathies
No words will make it better
I stare at the empty store-bought sympathy card
What to write to my cousin who has just lost her mother?
Years later she told me it was the best card she received.
“Do you remember what you wrote it in?”
I did not
“Death is ty.”
It was perfect, she said.
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
~ in the presence of no one
For a blessed hour to sleep and awaken in
your presence,
as the dusty antique grandfather clock chimes in
solemnity's hour of bereavement,
to whom I am enslaved, always.
My cherish of you in unquenchable fires, scorching,
undying,
as the netherworld's watchmen appear in the
eve shadows-
remnants of the years past joys and sorrows.
All of life's anguish of regrets,
of sweeter remembrances,
of seeking solace from the sympathy
of the saints,
as summertide's augustness begins
to weep farewell, fading.
I still hear your jeweled singing,
of dream travels through the expanse
of misted drapes of stars of a sapphire
and golden heaven-gate,
to have communion with you. ~
While Weeping Willy weakly wept,
Miss Simple Sally softly slept.
For promises he left unkept,
Which left him feeling quite inept.
He promised that one day he'd find,
A way to leave his tears behind.
Though Sally said she didn't mind,
Was thankful Willy was so kind.
Her sympathy just made him sadder,
One day became a different matter.
His mind betrayed him like "The Hatter"
And on the wall his brains would splatter.
Returning from her daily chore,
Miss Sally frozen to the core.
Found Willy lying on the floor,
Now Weeping Willy weeps no more.
A dying humanity,
Broken minds and souls.
Steeped with profanity,
And ill-gotten goals.
Some stuck on stupid,
From tales of the past.
No modern day Cupid,
Can make your love last.
Blood, slings, and arrows,
Are cast to and fro.
Our sympathy narrows,
While hostilities grow.
A barrage sown with hate,
No one can defend.
We soon tempt our fate,
With an uncertain end.
Lest hope springs eternal,
We're destined to fall.
Just another sad journal,
And the death of us all.
You do not own a gun...
that gun owns you;
always aware of its
whereabouts, and what that
gun can do. To be effective, its
use must be reflexive, no sympathy
for the receiving end.... It is a
necessary evil, weighing heavily
on the hearts, of law upholders
yet god
fearing men.
old photographs
lifetime
thrift store
sympathy for an American
fighting for freedom
now buried in the Ukraine.
he loved the orphans-
hopefully they’ll gather
at the Hungarian or polish borders
ready for pickup
of loving arms and hearts.
so many stories -
we can personalize a few.
a loving cup-
the hands of God
with the world painted
in all colors
the mountains and valleys
the sea and plains.
all the troubles nailed into the Lord’s palms.
so many stories to tell.
we can personalize a few.
2/28/2022
Oh, less when a loved one died
Death of a loved one
And tears fall from your sorrow eyes
Amidst the pain
The douched out flame
You wander as you're wondering sympathy
No one can disguise
Embracing your inner cries
You miss the one who's left you
They've died
Still you cry
A law physically you're at naught
Least the mourning of your lost love
Still you cry :(
6/20/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2021
A song was heard
The tune was great.
He spoke to her,
"Come home, it's late".
So
She has taken a Journey
That could not wait.
Your Mom is standing
At Heavens Gate.
Be glad that she's there,
She suffers no more.
Her pain has all left her
She has knocked at Gods door.
His voice gently beckoned
It guided her above
And as she looks back
She left you her love.
I heard His very special song
I was drawn to His tune.
Then He softly spoke these words,
"I'll come get you very soon".
With one last whisper I bid you my love,
He gently beckoned and guided me above.
So I've taken a journey I could not wait,
And now I am standing
At Heaven's pearly Gate.
Be glad that I made it
I suffer no more.
My pain has left me
As I knock at God's door.
There's no more pain,
No more sorrow
There is only light
In all my tomorrows.
There’s a killer out there, on them there streets. A killer who’ll try to kill stone dead anyone it meets. A killer who’ll have no sympathy for your tears or cries. A killer who can’t distinguish between your truths or lies. A killer you can’t see even though it’s there, you see to Covid you just don’t matter, it just doesn’t care.