Woman Death Poems | Examples
These Woman Death poems are examples of Death poems about Woman. These are the best examples of Death Woman poems written by international poets.
Every human thinks they are immortal,
It is the wretched curse of all mortals,
It’s a constant game of Russian roulette.
Now if I was a smart betting woman,
I would wager all on meeting death,
But I am not a smart betting woman.
I am a child in love with playing god,
I live in the life unending facade.
I fear no evil not even death herself,
Hubris calls my name and spits on my grave,
vanity a siren distorts myself
the touch of danger is what I crave
I am the cursed mortal the gods fear,
I see the warnings yet do not adhere.
Jesusita
God only had a daughter,
Jesuitta, whom he gave to teach us love.
She was a good little girl with blond, curly hair, and often helped her mother
with the washing up and other household chores.
As she grew up and became a shapely young woman,
she coveted by men, who could not grasp her preaching
of unconditional love was not about sex;
They began talking behind her back.
Rumors had it she had twelve lovers
there was talk of orgies with wine, fried fish, and fresh bread.
She went to the church, demanded to be heard, and asked why there were no women priests and why they let sleazy merchants sell overpriced artifacts.
The clerics, who had had enough of this noisy woman, told Pilatus to do something.
He first raped her and, to his shock, realized that Jesuitta was a virgin;
This knowledge haunted him for the rest of his life.
Nevertheless, he threw her to his Roman Legionnaires as a usual tart. And the men taunted her:
“Is this what you meant by calling love absolute,
they bawled.
Their women said nothing.
They put her on the cross as the semen of a thousand soldiers
ran down her legs, she died with forgiveness in her heart.
The day started, but little did I know it would be an end to my dreams,
That what was about to happen would end up with a long gut-wrenching scream,
The weather was grey, the dark sky was threatening rain,
I was nearing a world of excruciating pain.
When we met it was with a smile, a hug and a looking forward stare,
Neither of us knowing what was to come so we continued without any care.
We sat side by side holding hands and waiting,
We talked, planning our future both happily innovating,
Then the call came, we were next into the room,
The room was dark, it felt as if it was full of gloom.
We sat together, still holding each other’s hand,
The man behind the desk looked sad, his skin was milky, sort of bland.
He looked up and said he had bad news,
He just said we have run out of options, there’s nothing more to choose,
He said the woman I loved was going to die,
I just went blank, I couldn’t even cry.
He said she had days, days not even a week,
We knew we had lost everything we had wanted to seek.
But this day was done, it certainly was not I had dreamed,
It was the day to abandon everything inside I just screamed.
the bones are the first to know,
they hum a low dirge,
like a bass line in a dying bar,
deep under the skin’s slow retreat.
blood stumbles in the corridors,
loses its way in the veins,
tries to remember where it used to go.
the heart?
it forgets the beat,
like a drunk forgetting the name
of the woman he once begged for.
lungs collapse like cheap umbrellas,
breath rattles in
like pennies in a tin cup—
a wheeze, a whisper,
then nothing but
a waiting room silence.
and the soul,
if there is one,
it slips out the back
like it owes them all back rent.
Have I turned to see your beautiful
metal stiff body, that shines through
the rivers of thoughts, I've seen you before.
Entered and broken picture with no frame
multidimensional portrait of my future lady
thousand years and soulless time machine.
Bring me back to you am I just a fool,
for loving you, the flower has died,
frozen ground and tough love, your garden,
enter the mirror, leave your figure, timeless death.
Although I cannot hear your sound,
I feel you must be hanging 'round
as I grow old.
I can't fool myself or pretend.
You don't compromise or bend
when it's time for me to end.
Why are you so cold?
You're like a woman in a fantasy
I think about but never see.
Through hardship and strife,
at times you offered me relief,
escape from pain and grief,
and though you're a heartless thief,
you wouldn't take my life.
The time, now near, I have no choice,
I listen, but I don't hear your voice,
lying quiet and still.
Will you inundate me with fear
or comfort me like a teddy bear?
I only feel, as I disappear,
a momentary chill.
someone called 911
a neighbor or someone just walking by
they told the operator
the person who lived there
had not been seen in days
someone else called
telling the operator
a foul scent was emitting
from the house across the street
when an officer got there
from what he smelled
the situation looked bleak
when he tried to get in
the front door wouldn't open
looking in dark windows
he knew in there were no tokens
he had to call for back-up
the situation looked and smelled
of horror
homicide was called
and told don't wait until tomorrow
an officer
with a gas mask
got inside the home
there lay a dead woman
and her dog
surrounded by
boxes and boxes of
snippets of paper
upon which
she had written poems
then several months later
upon bookstore shelves
were her poems
in a neat book
carrying the title
i wrote these by myself
Selena was a singer and she has been dead for three decades.
She was very talented and was murdered after being betrayed.
A former friend gunned Selena down.
She died and is buried in the ground.
The killer worked for Selena and she decided to steal.
After that lady was fired for theft, she decided to kill.
That terrible woman deserved to lose her job.
Selena didn't deserve to die or to be robbed.
It's sad to know that Selena is gone forever.
If you're wondering when she'll be forgotten, the answer is never.
[Dedicated to Selena Quintanilla-Perez (1971-1995) who was killed 30 years ago today on March 31, 1995]
On a fateful night of darkness and gloom,
I lay flat upon my bed.
She took me by the hand, led me to the sky,
and this is what she said.
Good to see you. We've been waiting for you.
May I have this dance?
But she didn't give me time to answer.
She didn't give me a chance.
In the clouds, I saw my dear departed -
mother, father, teachers, friends,
and their parents and grandparents,
all, who had met their ends.
They got down to the twist and charleston.
A headless woman swirled a minuet.
They stepped to square dances and waltzes.
...wait, was that Marie Antoinette?
I was welcomed cheerfully by all,
but I said, "for Heaven's sake",
and then a man with a notebook said,
"There must be some mistake".
Everyone was gracious as they said "goodbye -
we'll see you when it's time",
and I woke up to the glorious sound of
a church bell's pealing chimes.
I don't know whether I should call it
a dream or a nightmare.
It seems like a nice destination,
but I ain't yet ready to go there.
He stands behind her
His hand reaching out
To move her hair to the side
And place his hand on
Her shoulder
Yet she moves a few step forward
Before he’s able to do so
The woman glances behind her
And feels a cold sensation
When he touches her
Yet all she can see is
Air
She kneels down at the tombstone
And gently places the bouquet
Of roses on the grass
Then sits on a nearby stump
And begins to talk to the gravestone
The husband listens to every
Word
And though he wishes
He could speak
And comfort her
He does not
He’s just a ghost after all
The figure of her vanishes
And the husband is thrust back
By invisible forces
He closes his eyes as
His body relaxes
And lands on soft clouds
He looks ahead at
The staircase leading to heaven
The golden doors ready
To welcome him in
Somewhere down below
His wife is at peace too
The wispy withered woman at her wake
Was a bent blanched bloom, yet without mistake
Her lyric words march to our drumming hearts,
To each body, mind and soul love impart.
Her memory shines in the jeweled eyes
Of grandkids making music and mud pies.
What creature is this that cometh near
His luggage filled to the brim with fear
Crushing our lives, crushing our beliefs
O whence for me shall bring only griefs
What of the men whom now weep?
What of the woman buried alive in their sleep?
What of the children who once stood brave?
Their minds controlled their souls enslaved
The baneful trumpets sound one by one
Can you hear them or are you numb?
Will you fear the creature of doom?
Come undone?
Or shall you overcome?
Overcome, overcome
Filled to the gunwale are the guns
The creature of the swamp now runs
He runs all things and everyone
The children now walk the plank
All hope sank, hopes sank
The baneful trumpets sound one by one
Can you hear them or are you numb?
Will you fear the creature of doom?
Come undone?
Shall you overcome?
Overcome, overcome
Will you fear the creature of doom?
Will you come undone?
Shall you overcome?
Overcome, shall overcome
she told me she wanted her flowers
while she was still alive and well
her children collected bouquets, offerings
meant for her finicky nose to smell
she told me love was the reason
for this life she lived before saying farewell
her heart was filled with such kindness
a love that no one could buy or sell
she told me to bring her my flowers
because only time could tell…
when her time on this earth had passed by
her spirit would leave her body, only a shell
I miss this woman I called granny
I miss how her light would swell
glistening like the stars in heaven
now, she’s the hope I’ll always tell
friends, family, those I love - because
she’s still enjoying God’s carousel
I grew from a thought
and yet remain unbound
I’m a bomb to man
from the day he was born,
never was his friend
so, I rob him of his youth
health and hope.
Yet, he says
I heal all wounds
and all wounds are decaying.
I torment him,
take away his family
then fade them away.
Feeling generous, by leaving
him memories of what was.
I govern him by controlling
his every decision,
regrets and losses.
I corrode, decay
and yet I don’t exist,
existing in the minds of man.
Man trade me for currency
and never promising
freedom, only a trip
to the grave.
He always gamble
with his life as
I loop him in karmic cycles,
blindfolding him and
throwing him in a maze,
a maze, he
just completed
now of which
he doesn’t know
and yet I don’t exist,
existing in the minds of man.
Again the glass has turned.
Sands of fate carry her feet.
The silent woman,
maiden flower.
Stream of despair.
- tried in vain.
Tearful marbles.
Drifting fog,
bottomless abyss,
... no pardon.
- she never looked back.