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.
As if seeping through the paper. Words;
Just seem to disappear.
Yet absent are the memories,
From only minutes, so near..
Thinking that you thought,
as you think about the memory;
A trip to the store or
something you bought.
Quickly forgotten as you stumble mid- sentence;
A place you now reside, comes to light
In bright eyes.
A place soon forgotten, to you and you alone;
While those around you deal with each forgotten
Like another painful death has falling upon.
Yet each one now marked
Unknown....
As memories fade like the scent of cologne;
Thinking that you thought
as you think about the memories
All alone...
Categories:
death, sad, sympathy,
The greed of the white man knows no bound
It transcends life, it transcends death
Their eyes gleam with profit
Their mouths salivate at another black death
Prices heightened on a casket
Won't be too long till another black body fills it
Money earned from this purchase
Used to pay their rent
If there is anything left they'll use it to pay for their children's education
They don't see us as human
But they do see us as a money making scheme
They target us and then
Up the prices of our funerals
Their own system to monetize our deaths
Acting is their forte
When they look in our eyes and lie to our faces
Sending condolences our way
But inside brimming with happiness
Not an ounce of sympathy
Not a fibre of empathy
Just pre dug graves and unnecessary funeral bills
To them we are products ready to be exchanged
Categories:
corruption, death, discrimination, funeral,
The grief I feel is of another kind
Sweeter than holy water
A deeper breath than moorland air to find
The black of midnight, not—
Of monstrous seas, but—
Of restful night, donated cloak
From a kindly gentleman to wear
Wrapped in coolest starlight, safe
Astride a destrier — galloping to water
Molted feather — fortuitously found
New flight, gentle wind in gossamer sail.
Creeping tendrils — nettles wind around
Sentries of roses — silken petal rounds
Shower the lily casket — topped by pearly crown.
I know my grief is not the universal kind
But something softer than the norm
Welcome as a friend, I usher in my grief
And death, his brother, dressed in angel white
Scythe to call its sleepers — lowered in greeting bow.
Farewell, Annie
Newcomer to the under-realm.
With no card of sympathy
Or hearse to see you off
In lonely grief you leave your final hurt.
But, relief of death follows me, ebony puppy
Nipping at my heels, my little black dog
Helps my heart to heal.
Categories:
death of a friend,
Wilderness
Moonlight stretches into the clearing,
intangible ...but offering comfort.
She is dying now, pining to be rescued,
her breathing jagged, her endurance spent;
the bullet had lanced her stomach
therefore prolonging agony.
Behind her lies a zick-zacked trail
of red, splattered death, her own.
She had been born a lone wolf
but now seeks release in moonlight's arms.
A terminal breath, a final flick of death
while her cubs, confused cries, wing the night .
Eventually moonlight drifts;
shadows lie down beside the lone wolf
as hunters scour the ground;
they, like wolves, seek life out of wilderness.
Categories:
animal, death,
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
Categories:
death, 12th grade, bereavement, break
IT IS TO BE
To be or not to be, that is the question
That was the famous playwright, I recall
But to some, it might offer a suggestion
That we have no choice about life at all
I can tell you now that we certainly do
There’s a big debate about legal suicide
A sufferer may still try to smile at you
Who really knows what goes on inside
So does any person have the legal right
And what has the law got to do with it
Deciding it is best to switch off the light
Or asking, Is it better just to wait a bit
Is it better to sleep, perchance to dream
Looking for a nod, but show sympathy
A most difficult decision, it would seem
Well, given the Bard’s choice, it is to be
Categories:
care, death, life,
How can a day start off normal
With the mundane usual things,
Almost predictable, daily tasks and trips
Life's general happenings?
Then someone you love hugs you goodbye,
"I'll see you soon my dears..."
How much longer would we have held that embrace
If we knew it was the last for years?
The last time they told you how tired they were,
Would you have found a new way to convey
Your sympathy and care, not just rubbing their back
And saying you're sorry they felt this way?
When you're taught that we know not
What tomorrow will bring and our life is but a mist,
You don't imagine a light on a life will go out
So sudden. So quick! So greatly missed!
Naively we expect a warning or sign
That our special loved one will go.
And those left behind would prepare heart and mind
For the grief, pain and sorrow to follow.
But that day began like many before.
Yet a hard hitting truth we would learn.
One day we each will walk through a door
And sadly, we will not return.
Categories:
death, grief,
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.
Categories:
death,
Beyond this realm
of all we know
exists another
where souls can grow.
A welcome space
proved true by faith
where wings, brand new,
are greeted, embraced.
This special place
of peace and calm
is Heaven for settlers
from far and beyond.
So, when you’re heart aches
as it’s bound to do,
just make sure
you take care of you.
It’s hard to believe,
even harder to accept,
the depth of emotions
so heavy, complex.
He may have left.
He’ll never be gone.
The best parts of him
will still carry on.
In the memories we hold
and the stories we share.
In the small signs that signal
his presence is near.
Trust that he’s happy,
his turmoil set free.
Raised above time,
forever he’ll be.
Categories:
death, grief, in memoriam,
The fire burns, with embers glow
Even still, this house feels cold
The wind softly sighs it's goodbyes
I lay two plates upon the wood
Though one gets cold
I pour the tea, it spills and pools
My hands shake at the thought of you
The clock still ticks, the world still turns
But time means little to me
With every knock I pray it's thee
Your coat on the wall, with boots by the door
Your voice still lingers, but I wake to hear it no more
They sent a letter quick and cold
With words of honor and sympathy from we
But honor can not warm me.
Categories:
12th grade, death of
In the silence of a summer thought,
Blessed by the quiet
Who is cold and distraught…
Grief steals the colors of sea and hope
Revealing gray hue
Broken hearts – can we cope?....
In the silence of a wind’s soft breath,
A million tears
Caressing what’s left after her death….
Sorrow chants of a longing, a yearning
Despair in the rain,
Pouring darkness, endlessly turning….
In the silence of autumn’s trembling heat,
Melancholic, shadow’s defeat
Blowing away the hesitant heartbeat….
Like love, who knows what it is to believe
She is gone now,
Her death a hard blow, how we grieve?...
In silence, the tears so softly flow
Remembering her, her light
Gentle and warm, her heart’s glow….
Where will we go when we want see
The song of her life,
Fading into the night – but, oh she’s free…
In the silence, singing like the birds
Soundless, still…
Her story written with no words…
We will always miss the heart of gold
The love, the beautiful soul
Who blessed us so – will we ever be consoled?
Categories:
death, funeral, grief, sorrow,
Believe it or not
The Parson is right
We shall return with zeroes
Many zeroes. Let’s be Heroes
For and to the world. Let’s not be selfish
Because we shall return with zilch
With nada, mit nichts, perhaps with empty zeroes
Which mean nothing. Let’s pause
To think. Let’s be wise and humble
Love is essential. When the trees tremble
And fall; when the ground shakes and burns
When the soil slithers and slides, the world yearns
For peace, sympathy, compassion, and love. With nothing
We shall return, just like we came on earth with nothing
The sky will always stare at us, as we raise our head
Heaven will remain at the same distance
And we shall leave alone, with nothing, with no bed
No castle, no money, no power and no incense
Believe it or not
We will be blessed to be in a wee lot
After the soul departs
And the ash rots
Believe it or not
The Poet is right.
P.S. This poem is dedicated to the kings of the world.
Copyright © January 2025, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved.
Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poems.
Categories:
america, anti bullying, death,
To journey, yet alive, through Hades’ Gates,
Brings sorrow to the world, and to the Fates.
Yet Hades is the home accepting all,
And I shall catch thee, if thou choose to fall.
Then stand within my warm, eternal night,
And to all good and evil, close thy sight.
Let neither tears nor laughter touch thy heart,
And on our winding journey shall we start.
Thus sets these souls, whom I forever claim.
And yet, preserve the honor of their name.
And let them walk amidst you, through their fame.
And Chiron, in whose cause tonight I came,
Beloved of gods, he kindled reason’s flame,
With which, ferocious fortune, sought to tame.
Forever honor those who do the same!
Poor mortals, we have loved you, love us too!
Your grief shall fade, but ours, forever new.
Then let there be a sign to show it through.
And by the leave of Zeus, I now decree
That mortals evermore shall Chiron see!
And in the stars his image shall be cast!
In Sagittarius shall his wisdom last!
Categories:
death, allegory, destiny, devotion, eulogy,
Reflecting its neighbourhood,
The lake water shone yellow.
Resembling a synchronisation of saturation
With the setting sun.
Seizing green colour of the grasses
The sun painted them gold.
Engrossed gazing pines dance spectacularly,
Only awakened with sparrows' chirps,
And Robins' melodious songs.
Perched on the edge of a dead tree,
Abrupt thoughts hovered my consciousness.
Despite a gust, the dead tree stayed firm.
Nighbours swayed, relished,
Departing sun of the beautiful evening.
It rests and rests....
The landscape mirrored delight,
It grieved its own death.
Incompetent to sense, the scorching sun,
The white sheet of snow, dusk and dawn.
It rests and rests....
Observed the ambience twice .
No mournings! no sorrow!
Nothing ceased their pace.
Infact , they moved on.
It rests and rests....
Categories:
age, death, extended metaphor,
I wonder about the turn of the world
As time passes and thoughts are held
A litany of lost ones linger
Of conversations requiring sympathy quite ginger
But the thought still remains
And the years do not bring change
The ache in my heart does not end
Just five more minutes with them.
© Paul Warren Poetry
Categories:
8th grade, death, death