Death Epic Poems | Examples
These Death Epic poems are examples of Epic poems about Death. These are the best examples of Epic Death poems written by international poets.
I war dead, ever since Adam died
I remained dead until Christ came
Until He arose from the grave
I remained dead yet alive, for
for the thirty-three years of
His earthly ministry
Then Christ willingly died for me
After three days of being dead
He arose, I also rising with Him
Rising in triumph and glory
Triumphing over treason and death
(Written on the 6th December, 2015)
When Your eyes become moonstones
on the shore of death,
I will kiss You with bloodtone breath...
As chaos becomes a catalyst
to mood electric blue,
embrace the voltage vibing true...
Tremble, O heart humble red,
a tremor arrives to blush,
skin warm from love's rush...
I AM Yours...every pulse a spiking of You...
J.A.B.
There are few heros in my life
Baba Kauro is top of the ladder
You are the Uncle turned father in the
African setting
You were the father I sought for and found solace
in
You inspired me in ways my dad never did
You believed in me when my dad had doubts
Your trust and encouragement were the fuel and energy that fired me up
It's been 33 years that you left, but your legacies and impact is still traceable
I wish you and your brother my dad were here to see your children, nieces and nephews
The motivation and inspiration has paid off.
I am eternally grateful to you both.
(Written on 30th October, 2023.)
I am God's experience,
I wonder how my poetry breathes into you...
I hear souls scream like diamonds breaking,
I see bodies move slowly into smooth suffering,
I want life to love my sorrow,
I am a victory alive in volatile grace...
I pretend that fatality is a warm mercy,
I feel that I have a right to express my pain,
I touch the heartbeats of hope with hesitant eyes,
I cry blood of sensitive awareness,
I am alive in the heat of paused death...
J.A.B. 2022
Bob in the Cage
He is not nice.
I closed the door and told him to wait…there.
He did.
It did not make his mood better.
It helped mine a little.
I was far less likely to put him in the pot,
and cook him today.
That was good in every way…
especially for him.
He bites,
Not a little but a lot.
Just when you let your guard down.
So friendly he can be,
You will see, what I mean,
I talk about him all the time.
He has gotten under my skin,
like a wiggler.
It is going to take gas to get it out.
Or, I will just wait,
and let him out again…(in a while)
because loving him is not easy…
but that is not the point.
When the wine is heavy
and my thoughts are long
I like to sit in slow sunsets,
doing so makes me feel far from death,
I've seen so many beautiful things broken
heard so many hysterical hearts,
I've been a flagbearer for this Faith
ever since my youth knew how to yell,
I get so tired, so tired in this tempest
that tears the tears off my weathered face,
but I keep livin for the light
I keep talkin and movin with the light...
J.A.B.
Musing in the memory
of how the Seraphim
salted my lips in the sanctuary
with an alter coal
that seared my cruel speech
and soothed my agitated soul
the cherubs pull my conscious back
to the forefront of reckoning,
A man will come to care
for the rough cut and unclean,
the elders will cheat him
soldiers shall beat him
and doubt will nearly defeat him,
in his hour of quiet death
inside an unfinished tomb
the Lord will light up the room...
J.A.B.
From nothing to something
and back to nothing it has always been.
Initially not existing,
reality is then crowned through birth.
This obviously begins the journey’s biography
The acceptance of existence
and the drive to live on earth
Strife, pleasure, conquest, failure,
all landscapes in life’s geography.
Fully intoxicated, sleep pins down
to the mat offered by death.
Everything finally ends
concluding on a simple philosophy,
from nothing to something
and back to nothing it has always been.
Dreams are approaching my Love
following the stars to your heart,
beside your body I breathe and gaurd your lips
the sentinel of your stellar song, the heat along your lyrics
listening to your language of smooth beauty unfurling lunar fabrics
wasting all the wrong that reaches for your innocence,
demons dare not the sharp sheen of my devoted dagger,
death will not tresspass within the life of your love,
There is a sweet ancient spirit in you
born from the sun and salt of sorrow and seduction
a sad nobility that fights for fragile kisses, to uplift the underworld,
bring the drum beats of savage, hot lights into focus on the firmament
hush the stars that wait softly for sweating bodies of fire -
J.A.B.
the blood of soldiers shout for justice.
the battle field tells story of defeat.
come by the sword,die by the sword.
bears million of widows and orphaned soul.
tragic memories of wounded hands.
rebels and soldiers cursed as one.
fight for beliefs and motherland.
mislead the future of beloved ones.
light of sun rays shines bright in morn.
forsaken land of Sheol had abandoned.
blood in their hands washed off by tears.
flesh of cadavers buried in dreams.
the King of kings will stand up alone.
the sword of justice will save His throne.
no other leaders will stand up above.
devil's sword will be home of white dove.
Before.
Birth.
Cry some breaths.
Eat some chopped liver with tofu and salsa.
Do some things for money and some for fun.
Love some hopefully.
Death.
After
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Written by me Nancy Jones
between 12:36 and 12:38 EDT on Sunday, October somethingth (my comp only shows time, not date), 2011 CE (aka AD)
for Russell Sivey's 'test named “Challenge - Max 8 lines!!! “
At the darkest hour of men’s fear
I walked the street into the gate
Alone at night, when men slept
In a parley of man and spirits of hell
Nameless being in my course
Ruminating quietly in the dark.
Within
Tremor, fear enough that vent the blood
A lonely roam at evil hour
Increased in size,
The head to burst.
Without
Noiseless wind
And haze wetting earth
Careless animals in various cloths
Thirst and hunger assuaged,
None prevent.
Above
Spirits roam reaping,
watch on the boarders
of earth and mortals
but mortal men at such hour,
vain without sight.
-Into the deep-
Swimming across the ocean vast
My eyes, close at last
Not enough time to stop
A swim, above the ocean's top
Loveless into the deep
Straight ahead
One breath at a time
The sun follows all my effort
The sun kisses my face
Sand with no sign of land
A wink, the color is not sun-blind
Saltwater, around the heart
I seal the mind
Lost in the waters of death
I found myself tranquilized
Further and Further
From any ocean shore
Stolen moments
Sparkling diamonds
Voicing the seagulls
Visions of quest
Ship horn
The mission is gone
I hit the snooze on my alarm!
In a dream, of wet
Never getting far enough
~SKAT~