Life Elegy Poems | Examples
These Life Elegy poems are examples of Elegy poems about Life. These are the best examples of Elegy Life poems written by international poets.
The big bronze bell was tolling
From the façade of St Peter’s
An incessant toll above death
88 clangs from its open mouth
The Angelus Bell rang out
For the years of Francis’ life
Over the sky of Rome
A clear celestial blue
The blue of the Virgin mother
Through which we see God
Men of the clergy on the right
Royals and politicians on the left
The chorus sings the Requiem
No melody can melt away
The broken world of sin
Nor wake the dead lying alone
In a wooden box on the cold stone
As the mourning clouds rolled in
Legacies of the now and the after
Blossoms and glooms in a cycle
A breech of sadness and laughter
All embedded in the cycle of life
Thoughts of the past in the present
These are thoughts of the after life
Life's cycle has turned full circle.
Dreaded thoughts of the after life
(Written 12/08/2024)
I shed tears today for a lady I never knew
For so long my emotions faced exemption
My life, created in lieu of a tragic encounter, grew
At last my understanding salvaged some redemption
Perceptions and thoughts of the unknown accumulated
Visions of youth, sorrow, love, loyalty, and despair
Through the eyes of destiny we communicated
Briefly revealing how much you loved and deeply cared
Your concern for other’s lives gave way to mine
For a moment I felt your warmth and saw your light shine
A unique memory of you shall forever be kept
Of the day, upon your resting place, in silence, I wept
At the grave side
Always a moment for
deep reflection
About life and its fleeting
nature
We are reminded that life
is but a breath
We are a breath short before
we join the dead.
The grave though silent, yet
speaks volumes
It tells the story of a life once
lived
Love once shared and legacies
left.
Questions coming to the fore
Am l living or existing
Am I leaving a legacy
Am I loving enough and
Am i giving enough
Thoughts at the grave side.
(Written on the 3rd of December, 2024)
She lived in an Edenic world, a paradise,
this child-like virgin of only sixteen years.
Moonlight glowed in her virtous blue eyes,
unaware that life could fill them with tears.
A budding beauty whose petals were tender,
and fragile were her wings, not yet able to fly.
Fallen from grace when she chose to surrender,
for the loss of her purity, she had reason to cry.
Robert Frost wrote, 'Nothing Gold can Stay.'
His metaphor for innocence is a poignant line.
Whether her naivete was given or taken away,
it can never be restored. For it, she can only pine.
Child-like she will be no more; as a plucked flower
whose petals have fallen. Lost are her angelic wings.
No longer an innocent maiden kept in a castle tower.
'Oh, to be a child again,' the mournful song she sings.
Mourn person’s loss or death;
Person was lost in life, fleeting breath, taken left;
Now found in death sorrow, wail, and moan;
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And groan sore, weep, cry, sob torn;
Beat one’s breast,
Ululate
7/15/24
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2024©
~I am of grand design made in the likeness of God for His purpose.
In you Lord I shall stand in your light so I shine you alone are my hiding place, together we the light in the darken place/space
7/2/24
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. ©2024
Though it is time to say goodbye,
I will abide my heart and try
Not to collapse and maudlin cry,
For there is a burning need that I
Cannot sate which keeps me nigh.
During days you were my warming sun,
And during nights, my glowing moon
Who lit my soul till breaths were done;
Yet death the reaper took you from
My needy selfish side too soon.
You left behind our memories shared,
And countless times you showed you cared.
Yet, no matter how you thought we fare,
You stood with me with bosom bared
In life’s campaigns we shared and dared.
Though your soul has left me now,
I will leave a kiss upon your brow,
And say farewell, yet do avow,
To meet you once again somehow
Should an understanding God allow.
Life is full of up's and downs,
Like a rollercoaster ride,
Times of joy and times of frowns,
Through which we must abide.
Sometimes we reach the highest peak,
And life appears so grand,
But then we plummet fast and bleak,
And just can't understand.
But just like on that rollercoaster,
We must hold tight and ride,
For after every dip there's a ascent,
And our spirits will soon revive.
So when life seems to be crashing down,
And we just can't seem to find,
The strength to pick ourselves back up,
Let hope and resilience be our guide.
For up's and downs will always come,
But how we choose to cope,
Will determine our happiness,
And help us thrive and cope.
I'm sorry for the things I said,
That cut so deep, I wish I'd fled.
Forgive me, please, and let me mend,
My heart, my soul, and this divide, to spend
A peaceful moment, free of strife,
And set aside these feelings of life.
I'm sorry for the pain I caused,
The hurtful words that made you pause.
I regret my wrongs and want to start,
A new path, one without a broken heart.
My apologies I offer to thee,
For the wrongs I've done, so carelessly.
I hope that you can find it in your heart,
To forgive me and a new start to start.
Shadow of a poet
Writer I never met
Voice of a poet
Words on hearts etched
Beyond the shadow of death
Heavens and earth wept
Shadow of life
In a poet's soul rise
How to describe a man
met only through his words.
I believe he wore the cloth loosely
not allowing it to bind him
nor hide behind it.
His writings carried a passion,
a love of words honed
into a soothing balm
or a barbed rebuke.
He wrote of life
its vicissitudes
(he would have shunned that word)
its simplicity
dipped in its complexity
its beauty
shielded by his love
of its simple truths.
I knew him
only through his words
as they became flesh
etched into the fabric
of poetic memory.
He was a man
that I am glad to have met.
If only through his words.
John G. Lawless
©12/28/2022
R.I.P. RICO
4/8/41—12/15/22
Spirit guide O spirit guide begin his journey
Take him through the colors
Amber, presence of God, fiery passion, wisdom,
and God’s anointing
Pink new life, Father’s heavenly care,
and Rose of Sharon
Silver, salvation and the Word of the Lord
Spirit close to home for these days
Soul will be freed to make its way
To the "Land of Ever Summer"
Fire is lit meanwhile to help guide his spirit
Dear Rico, may you rest in peace
I’ll miss your presence, your signature Aloha
I’ll make sure you won’t be forgotten
A limerick I’ll write about you, a bawdy one
And when I crumble who shall remember
That you ever were here
But there will be many have no fear
Howl fir tree, the cedar is fallen
From this narrow lane of time,
from this uncertain strait and burdens
from these enclaves of wearying vanity fair,
from this time bound journeying among mortals,
from its temporal “Joys” and many sorrows,
from pain of fickle frame,
from the cheers and Jeers,
from time to time innumerable,
from mortality to immortality,
from Death to Life beyond.
this Jordan in-between,
here i mourn before my time,
but in Hope beyond the grave,
Through the everlasting covenant,
Left with your memories,
Rest Maami,
Adieu.
Dedicated to the priceless gift of providence.
The Best Mother to walk this earth.
Here lies Miss Miriam Alicia Lee Snyder
A well-known neighborhood insider
She fell into a large vat of apple cider
Not covered by her life insurance rider.
Written June 3, 2022