Death Dramatic Monologue Poems | Examples
These Death Dramatic Monologue poems are examples of Dramatic Monologue poems about Death. These are the best examples of Dramatic Monologue Death poems written by international poets.
Last Reflection
You have paid the ultimate price,
And I, made the greatest sacrifice.
When the time came
You answered the call
And gave your all.
My son, what remains of you
Lies in this casket in dress blues.
I hope the cause was just and true,
So, I, will not your death rue.
I know that you were brave
And other’s lives did save.
I know most will forget your name
But I can’t find it in my heart to blame
For they may be standing here like me
Knowing what it takes to be free.
"Why!' The 'why' is irrelevant!
The 'why' is counted for everything,
The Satanic stands for; to bid his.
His soul: aimed at the chaos of humanity.
His nectar is disparity, he harnesses.
He walks and breathes with fervency!
He stands for rebellion, unto which:
He grows bigger and stronger,
Against everything good!
He falsely informs love:
Whereas he is incapable of doing so.
He walks and breathes cunningly!'
Though I walk in the shadows of death;
I shall fear no evil doing unto me.
I am armored; I will be able to stand within.
My battle is hard; his chaos is so strong!
What's this I walk through?
He walks and breathes so cunningly!"
When we are young we may ask,
where are we going?
Life is a long winding road,
filled with adventure.
Will we stay in our hometown or,
will we travel around the world?
Will our talents be born to the world or,
will we hide them to our self?
Many talents I may have,
painter, sculptor, print-maker, ceramist, and writer,
I shall not pick one,
for I shall pick all for this one life.
Life brings me much enjoy,
death and sadness.
All in one short life,
how does one contain it all?
Where are we going,
does anyone ever really know?
How sweet the sorrow
How deep the void
We go on with one less tale of footprints in the sand beside us.
With wishful eye is cast memory’s glance to those prints found falling forever behind, the spirit of their artist slowly fading from this earth as the winds of time swallow even our own mind’s memory of their placement.
Gathered in our grief,
huddled in our memories, recalling the joys,
experiencing the heartache, sharing the load of all those who will somehow carry on,
we proceed in reaffirmed certainty of our own impending fate,
less in number
aware of our solitude
all the more alone
yet better for having had a moment in which to share life's path together.
There is so much
left unsaid
Words will go on
forevermore
As I sit next
to her bed
With all the words
that needs to be said
I hear her feeble breath
laborious gasping
If I utter a word
I know I won't stop
But in her condition
will she hear any of it
In my heart of hearts
I hope she does
But it will satisfy no one
but myself
Wishful thinking
that will be
For I will know
the truth of it
That it will all be words
carried by the winds
Words that would
satisfy all her questions
Words were the
answers she needed to hear
Words she longed for
and clung to life for
Words that ...
"We're turning the machines off,
I'm sorry but she's gone."
... that matters?
We are only as a being of what
A breathing creature of nature
A devine soul of a breathe
Molecule of extreme DNA make
What is Meaning of Life
Except that to be free, to love
Of hatred and greed do we kill
Not just of the soul but spirit as well
A dying meaning of life
Here today,gone tomorrow; yesterday thought
A heart like gold,tears share emotion
Kindness of one's heart we share alike
But in darkness what we become
The meaning of life,who are we
Is there purpose or just to live n~die
It is our instincts to love we strive
For better or worse, even in death we care
But those who pull trigger, what do they care
Except life they take be not theirs
Meaning of Life, just to be buried deep in ground
Oh sorrows I pray thee - cast not your long shadow upon me. Favor me instead with your blind eye - leaving me to bask in the radiant glow of warming sun and the taste of loving memories upon my heart. Let me be cleansed by the joy of this painful void now forever to be present with the knowledge I am better for it - having once known that void filled with the blessings and joyful spirit of my departed friend.
"Don't mourn for me
Be happy throw a party at the dead of me
Celebrate with joys
as I clasp my hands and pray
I am not dead yet I love on in heavenly
I dream about you all the time
Don’t mourn for me
Keep my spirit flowing?
Through those I’ve touch
Stop the mourning
Vividly I’m here
Amidst the generational spheres
Humanity abundantly clear
As my body rest here
I am only memories
My true essences has gone on to the heavens
So in my birth you should have cried and moan
Yet in my death I live you should laugh and play
Shout to the masses hip-hip- hooray"
12/12/2021
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2021©
Euphoria
My head is wet in an aquarium
Blue ribbon bottom
Evil is calling
Cello
What ya eating blue Jell-O
Death by love is not an option
Suicide is not my friend
Breath of fresh air
Is tainted by evils flagellants
Starship hatred
Why are you here
We used the music to find common ground
With them and to get our freedoms rhythm
Come dance freedom's rhythm
Submerge from your fish bowl
Dry off your head
Inhale the smells of fresh baked bread
Open your eyes to the witness you realize
You're not dead your yet alive
11/18/21
Written by James Edward Lee Sr © 2021
Broken like a ship wedged upon the rocks I am in slow wait of my own destruction, crushed by the relentless rhythm of oncoming waves and changing tides. Floundering in this the final moments of my existence as all that was before visible shall forever slip beneath the waves of time, leaving no record of my passing save the scattered pieces of my shattered dreams and fading memories of full sails upon smooth seas..... a time when blue skies and clear waters passed beneath my wings giving me full flight and freedom to dream tall dreams
With just a dream, and no God, I
endure: and toughen the weary mind;
though women, children, and the old cry,
I leave my tears and fears behind,
march forward, advance, and defy,
until I've won what I couldn't find.
I, an untamed soul void of hope,
seek paradise from death and strife;
and valiantly battle to cope
and succeed (fighting for a life,
that's better than the endless scope
of fleeing the blade of death's sharp scythe).
It'd be far easy to simply die,
than to flourish, fly!?—and so thrive,
the gift of soaring so, so high.
Therefore, I engineer (contrive!)
than let salvation just pass me by
without a strong chance to survive.
"If I just believe in if we just believe in Him He will He is the resurrection and the life He is Jesus He is resurrection and the life and those if yes even I just believe we will receive anyone who believes in Jesus who lives even after death shall live Jesus says He is the resurrection and the life if you believe in me you believe in Him Hce will I will even after death be the Resurrection Life, Hallelujah Amen!"
9/27/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2020
Nothing is permanent.
Death proves that
In a glaring way
With no apology
Or heartfelt concern for us
She does not creep.
She pounces with a mighty mouth
Devouring our loved ones
Suddenly
And completely
No matter how much we think we are ready
We are not
Death is a reminder
We are not in charge
And we had better enjoy every moment
We can while we still have it.
We are pawns in a game
Where rules are bent,
Crushed,
Broken
And
Smashed.
Death.
Nothing like her.
I'm ten
I have problems;
Got no friend;
No one loves me;
Can' not hide;
By and by;
Suicide my only?
I must cry;
I must go away;
I must die;
No one miss me;
So they'll be no goodbyes;
Leading cause us ten year old to nineteen year old ;
Suicide the second-leading cause of death in the US;
As I tell this tale of strife as I now take my life;
6/3/19
written by James Edward Lee Sr.2019©
My head is a giant ball of hurt.
I doubt I would feel a Mack truck
If it ran over my head today
For I am already that sore.
I had heard of a head cold
But this is ridiculous.
I am so over being sick
So totally over it
Yet here I am in the throes of death
Wishing I had my health back
Not remembering what good
Feels like.