Death Dramatic Verse Poems | Examples
These Death Dramatic Verse poems are examples of Dramatic Verse poems about Death. These are the best examples of Dramatic Verse Death poems written by international poets.
By God's grace*, my child-like faith still prevails
weathering aging trials I can't miss
amidst triumphant smile of glowing face...
...grateful to greet each day with praise-filled zest~~~.
...mindful of nutrition and healthy ways
while reaching-out from loving heart's abyss
prayerfully ready against death wails.
*1 Corinthians 15:10 But by the grace of God I am what I am: and his grace which was bestowed upon me was not in vain; but I laboured more abundantly than they all: yet not I, but the grace of God which was with me.
February 17, 2026
3rd place, "ONE ON ONE WITH MYSELF" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Nette Onclaud; judged on 2/22/2026
Somehow, the deluge of cloudburst
unwraps my flesh pallid, as if to spill
holy water--maybe thickened dew—just
to give a name to lapses of my unheard cries,
while an insolent breeze fails to listen
as I howl in utter despair of life's requiem:
The thistle of wet soil chains my feet
anchored unto the swell of memories' bend;
remaining distant in an unknown,
vacant cemetery nourishing a loneliness
only vagrants like me could bear:
A scream of rain compels a thirst
to feed on abrasions of ghastly pang...alone,
isolated from new moonlight's lodging
my solitude, my invisible frame starts to sigh
behind the roughest of rain's marbled stone---
How can fresh mornings be so darn bleak?
The tumults of organized lives
Often brings happiness but sadly, much strife
As we crawl hastily to our eminent demise
We realize without birth there is no life
Without life, there is no death
Without you, there is no us
Life appears to be
A random state of organized chaos
Well, fellow stinging malarial insects
They really chloroformed us this time
You got the latest stats, Buzzer?
Check, Bleeder: Read 'em and weep
3,400,000 dead; 1 wounded
Just a minute, there, Buzzer. One wounded?
That's right, Bleeder. Critical condition too
What's this weirdo's diagnosis, if I may ask?
Check, Bleeder. Doc says he was OTAA on-arrival
And just what is OTAA?
Over-the-anthill-anyway, sir.
Check, Buzzer... He gone!
Now absent from the body
he flies toward heavenly abode
yon celestial clouds
relieved finally from wrenching tubes
soothed against ventilator’s aid
finally liberated to bask with freedom
midst oxygen-abundance
once sufficiently sought and fought for.
Cleared from cares of this world
toward unclouded days' forever
his serene goodbye left loved ones
with blessed legacy
marked by Scripture's pledge:
"My God shall supply all your need
according to his riches in glory by Christ Jesus."*
*Philippians 4:19 of the King James Bible
February 23, 2023
Edited on March 8, 2023
3rd place, "Each passing cloud" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by JCB Brul; judged on 3/18/2023.
I remember pausing on the round
of your upper-lip...thinking, surely
no round was ever so soft, so finely
appealing. Proceeding over the wing
like curves to edges, feeling as if
in flight, lingering on the lower –
a journey of tastes, and longing...and
then the parting, and divine probing...
Afterwards we laid back, admiring the
stars; each sparkle seeming diamonds
are indeed forever; each one counted
a thousand more burst into view, as
would a rocket glitter the night sky
at a fair...
We were young and knew everything
and nothing
Several days later our Four Wheel
Technology took you from me
Time stopping both our hearts....
I am a colorful bug
fluttering beneath the rainbow
God has promises of Love
No More Death by floods
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Written words by James Edward Lee Sr
8/23/22
waiting in the silence
for the energy to run aground
yet what flotsam the surf gives up
it will have to keep
i always jetsom, i never lagan
Humpty Dumty, friends with superglue
are not always reality
reality does not always adhere
reality does not care
your freedom, illusions of the amaranth
i have no simpleton delusions, imagoes
i am afraid death the anodyne
eventually, every star consumes itself
Nemesis, my knowing smile
Ate, your mentor
she is behind the mirror waiting
as all ephemerals, you bore me
i enjoy the diestrus
remembering the notches, using other's vanities
every Blackwidow deserves a prince
the Prince of Pandemonium
San Blas 92 The Patient Stones
As she looked into his eyes;
There's something stirring in his soul;
Cries of freedom, screams of free me Lord;
She sees this, as she prays for him;
His mind wanders, as she anoints him;
He stumbles under the power of their Father;
Jesus Lord our God ;
Has come to release his troubled soul;
Now set free now he's really for the kingdom;
Dying in her arms he's free now gone home with God;
3/31/22
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2022©
My faith can move mountains
My face my faith looks onward
My hands reaches out
As my legs and feet run
I stopped short of the pitfall
of the valley of death
I stand tall I rise up above it all
And I look up toward heaven crest
And I call I cry out move my faith
I can move mountains move mountain move
I call on the name of Jesus
Our Father my God like David with a slingshot and a pebble a rock
I twirl it around over my head it lifts off
Casting down the Giants bodies I stand in able
Willing and waiting I'm a winner I'm not a sinner
I am great I Am remade my faith can move mountains
I just speak it so as the rolling hills fall down avalanche so flows
Mountains so be it move their gone now
3/24/22
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.2022©
earthly breath
blest with God's eternal life*
wins over death
The skies so brew colors raining blue
Marshmallow clouds raging pillow fights
Sheets folding down bedded grounds
Someone's large hand is toggling the light switch
Flashes of thunders lightning
Nature's uprising demons and angels
in second heaven fighting
Lord reign down on us
Humanity spoiling your creation fallen
Polluted souls running fowl
Humanities pain showers humanities dying
2/16/22
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2022
Showtime
Spontaneous combustion
Wow turnips in spring
Evolving
New leaf on life
Fall covers my eyes
My mind is blinded I cannot see
It's showtime
Everything's burning up
End of time
Humanities extinct
1/31/22
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2022
I'll wait the visual of the beauty of her eyes;
Her smile rises as the early morning sun;
Her voice whispers as a bird in his nest;
Where is she? Robin tweets as a caress;
but now just why she's gone I feel alone;
Returning to me nevermore where has she gone;
She was my Breath of spring
For our last vision of her is not in front of me now;
In front of my eyes she has disappeared and went behind now;
She's in my mind there's not any hints of faith or destiny forlorn;
Nor is there any more memory melancholy where has she gone;
She has disappeared the vision that is no longer tangible she is not here;
No longer in front of me she's now just a memory;
She is my breath of spring <£
1/17/22
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2022
Old flight of light
Array distance
Blacken paths way
Rays of spiraling
Planetary resistance
Global warming
Brings about universal discerning
Darkest blackened gastric light
Awakening the spark
Open the darkness night
Shine On Son of light
Out of the pits death darkest site
From the pits of the darkest hell
From the blacken depths of sin we be held
The Sun rises the true Son Jesus Christ
He calms. He comes to bring us light and life
12/26/21
Written by James Edward Lee Sr © 2021