Deathtime Poems | Examples

Deathtime

The heat from the night 
breaks the sweat.

In my face and with 
distaste.

I am ice cold.

Shivers runs the spirals 
suede.

Crystallized are my 
thoughts.

Freezing my memories 
inside my head.

What to ever is left for 
my sins in the land of 
forever.

I will burden the 
carrying of my cross.

From one specific time 
to point me in the 
direction of another.

Craving the death of 
mine to be sudden.

I doubt much for a must.

Because, with whom 
the who???

Will I have to beg my 
mercy.

To score a really great 
one in a dEatHtImE 
bargain.

Fading To Darkness

A time to fly
A time to live
A time to die
As I take this blade to my wrist
I cut it with a swift flick
As my worries and fears drain away
I start to remember our memories
They flash in front of me 
Those flashes of joy
I start to slip
I feel i'm falling
It's getting dark
I feel your kiss one last time
But it's to late I'm already dying
I feel so bad for what I've done
But it's to late because now
I'm Gone.

The Reminder

The single church bells eerie boom
Serves only to enhance the gloom,
They pass the freshly open tomb
They’ve come to say goodbye.

The vicar speaks in solemn drone
Of someone he has never known, 
Someone with whom they all have grown 
For they are all his friends

Standing in silence in a pew
Recalling things they used to do,
The things as youths they thought they knew
Yet never understood.

They never knew their time was set,
They knew not then, they know not yet,
Just how much time they each will get
Today they’ve been reminded

No longer can they all pretend,
The lives they have will never end, 
They’ve said goodbye to their old friend
None are alas immortal 

Though passions rise with love or hate
For both the humble and the great
It’s time and chance that seals your fate
And everyone is counted.

There Is Call Now

there is call now
it's time to go
it's tough time to leave
when i have strong desire to live

now there is no hope
 i am stuck in a well 
that's devoid of rope

i knew it, but still
argue with god for some extra days
when there are no ways

still my works are pending 
earlier it was me,
who wasted time 
now it's time
who is playing with me

why it is running so fast
why it doesn't take rest
at least give me chance to do my best

but there is no chance 
as it is never be by chance

Scared To Shed a Tear

When mommy told me, that you were at rest
I had to think, of what to do best
Although we had, so little times shared
Deep down inside, i knew you always cared

         From the moment we are born, we start to die
         And every time I see your face, I start to cry
         I'll never forget, the emotion I felt
         The ache from my heart, as it started to melt

To be forgotten, is not an easy thing to do
And tonight, I'll be dreaming of someone special, who is you
Although we may be miles apart
You'll always be some where special, and that place is in my heart

           Of every time i shed a new tear
           I only do it, from living in fear
           to face next, of what's to come
           I'll always know, it's the death of some

Leisure For Ever

LEISURE For EVER






LEISURE FOR EVER
FOR SOME IT’S JUST A POINT INVISIBLE FEEL
LEISURE FOR EVER
AS A TASK SUSPICIOUS SYMBOL
TRY TO WRITE AND APPEASE
PERCEIVE ANCESTORS IN GOOD TIME OF SOCIETY


YOU CAN’T GIVE UP JUST BECAUSE 
IT LOOKS LIKE YOU LOOSING UP
NO  NO  NO  NO


LEISURE FOR EVER
LYING DOWN ON HIS FLANK AS QUIET AS THE ASPHALT
LEISURE FOR EVER
NONE SAW HIS EYES HAD TURNED CRYSTAL
LOOKING FOR  SAFER PLACE
IN STREET DIRT AND SICKNESS ARE AT THE RENDEZ-VOUS


LEISURE FOR EVER
FOR SOME IT’S JUST A STOP INVISIBLE RISK
LEISURE FOR EVER
BUT AS TRAPPED IN THE BURNING WRECK
TURNED ALONE WITH NO HOME
HOUSELESS ANCESTORS IN BAD TIME OF SOCIETY




Jezabel Kipp

March 10, 2011

death can come 
in the blink of an eye

you can't see it comming
when it comes from the sky

health does'nt matter
when it's your time to die

death is lurking 
allways near by

a wind, a wave, someones gun
too much of a medicine even the sun

a crash, a bite, a sexual encounter
nothing can stop it not even cowards

jealosy, hatred, and our own stupidity
an accident, a robbery and all of natures furys

so it's best to be ready
when your time comes

we all have to do it
each and every one

Another Boring Tragedy

Another boring tragedy

She comes everyday in my 
grave yard,
n being crying for me for years..
But the time was not so evil 
before,
the days were not of tears.
The time we spent, the dreams 
we dreamt,
are shattered. Oh! My dear..
Some cloud swallowed us and 
left some dust,
but now i have no fear.

The Day You Died

the day you died was just another day
i got ready for school 
did my work 
then went home
i hadn't realized 
did i realize 
i wanted to scream
i tried to forget
but every time i fell asleep
you were there 
i could not get rid of you
i thought for days 
nothing worked
i tried my best 
all my emotions were a wreck 

we left for the funeral
i couldn't stay
i looked at the coffin 
i couldn't stay
i wanted to open it 
to see you alive and well
to see you looking at me
that would never happen 

every time i said you would just walk through that door
good as new 
but you never came 
i cried 
waited 
cried 
waited 
until i was a mess
but i finally 
realized you weren't coming back



R.I.P
Uncle Dave

The End

Place the coins over my eyes,
and lay me down to sleep. 
This mortal coil has sprung its last,
its time for me to leave.

This time has been no time at all, 
its true they say it flyes, 
Id like to be a fly on the wall, 
to see the truths and lies. 

I was taught as a child that we die and move on, 
but i refuse to accept that is true. 
For as long as you live and as long as you love, 
i will live on through you.

Mum

Mum

  Mum, let her sleep mother,
  For it’s time, time to lay fatigue bone,
  Time to cover up with a quiet rest forever,
  After much ruffled in the,
  Dust wrapper and grave sheets.
  You have done, done most
  For you would no longer mourned,
  Wailed in tears for the remainder,
  Even us lambs, devotee Shepherd,
  The offspring here matured,
  And face what life is there to live,
  Expectation of saying thank you
  Is lost in warring for survival,
  No more, cared, feared, sleepless, hungered,
  Thirst and suffered through her dried,
  Patched and desert encroached jubilee,
  No more waking,
  Like cock crow at dawn,
  Up and about on her feet,
  Crouched in front of pot of daily bread,
  Blowing Aeolian into dying embers,
  A muttered to  Almighty:
  Help! I have to feed the large mouths,
  Although we were still slumbering,
  In rest keep blossoming like morning glory,
  Let dew of death brought out your freshness,
  In dream placate, dialogue, and supplicate,
  To let last through life

Tale After Death

AND ON THE 25TH OF DECEMBER,
19-, I DIED AS A STRICT SATANIC MEMBER;
CALLED HOME BY MY FATHER STILL TO BE KNOWN-
BUT HAD I ANY HOPE? I BELIEVE NONE.

I CAME TO MY SENSES, THE AREA COLD, 
AND I FELT A WEIGHT ON ME IN THE COLD  HOLD;
A  STRANGLING WEIGHT, AN UNKNOWN HUMAN BEING:
BUT I WAS DEAD – IN THE MORTUARY’S BIN.

“WHO ARE YOU UNTOP OF ME?” I ASKED AS CORPSES
SAY-“YOU ARE A HEAVY CORPSE:BAD SIZES.
I HEARD HIM YAWN AND STIR AS CORPSES DO.
“ WHAT ! DON’T YOU FEEL THE COLD? HAVEN’T’Y A CLUE.

“HERE’S A MORTUARY, AND I NEED ALL HEAT.”
I MERELY SIGHED, REGRETTING THE PIT.
“AND I AM DUE TODAY.” I HEARD HIM SAY.
“ THEN LET’S  ENJOY THE TIME WE HAVE IN PLAY.

 AND … AND  WE HEARD THE MORTUARY’S DOOR CREAK
FOR TRULY HE WAS DUE FOR A SAD PICK:
A TIME WHEN FAMILY MEMBERS SO WEEP
WHILE OTHERS AWAIT DINNER WITHOUT SLEEP.

                   EXTRACTED FROM: “THE LAST DAY’S TALE.”
                 BY NFORCH GERALD
                 APPROX: 600 STANZAS LONG.
                 SEARCHING FOR A PUBLISHER.

Angel of Death

What happened to the days
When time wasn't so fast?
We look toward the future
While forgetting our past

And as we grow older
Time really does fly
We just close our eyes 
And life passes us by

The days seem like minutes
It's here, then it's gone
The nights go by quickly
Not lasting as long

The moment we're born
Our body starts to die
Thinking life's forever
But believing a lie

Death has no boundaries
It comes to us all
Time just stands by
And watches us fall

The Angel of Death
Watches us sleep
Ever so patient
Until time to reap

The Hourglass

The Hourglass
Julie Ann Saavedra
1-04-2010
We think we have forever,
As the seasons ebb and flow,
The sand in the hourglass empties,
We watch our children grow.
We believe we have another day,
We have time to spare
The sand is slowly shifting,
We feel it in the air,
The hands are slowly moving,
The silent burning drum,
That echoes in our consciousness,
That hints of days to come,
We have time to say a prayer,
A candle’s muted light,
Time for friends and family,
To hold each other tight
To  feel the heat and  let it burn,
To  fight against the night,
To keep the candle burning,
Move closer towards the light,
When the night falls cold,
As is our fate,
Once the light is dimmed and snuffed,
We will never have another chance
It is forever late.

Death Is Near

Hush now don't say a word
Death is near
I'm not scared
Don't have no fears
I know what is happening here
Don't treat me as though I'm gone
Enjoy these moments here
Soon I will suffer no more
My time is near
The good Lord is here
My name has been picked to go
My time has come now
I am going home with Him
The Lord is my Father here
He called my name 
I'm not just a number here
I see those Pearly Gates
Getting closer to my face
Say later not goodbye
This aint the last time we meet
I'll see ya in the near future
I'll be standing by
I'll watch your every move
For now I'm watching out for you
Hush now don't say a word
For death is near

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