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.
Shàngó!
Where are your fiery eyes,
that spit fear into burning coal,
that blaze with warmth and glow,
a conflagrator dancing with flames?
Who dares invoke your name in sin,
and not have their tongue seared?
You summon thunder as a hound to hunt,
their wealth and souls it strikes at once,
swift as lightning no man can withstand.
You are a god with no patience,
a judge whose verdict is fire.
The guilty inherit their own shame,
terror grips their trembling mates,
till their fear spills water from their bladder.
Shàngó!
The king who hung himself–yet none dare say so.
Your name alone bends foes of Dàda,
your gentle, effeminate brother,
subduing armies without a clash,
a king great in life, even greater in death.
Your words are clothed in flame,
your breath consumes in thousands.
No scroll could ever disguise your greatness,
no fool could scorn your name
and escape the storm of your wrath.
And now, O thunderous king, hear me:
Unleash your fire on all my foes.
Shatter them into smouldering dust,
burn them in your raging inferno,
heap grief upon grief, lament on lament—
O king whose hanging none dare declare.
The parties were in full swing.
The doorbell rang, yet no one knew it.
In that instant, everything changed for the party guests.
Speak softly, lean in closer, and turn down the volume.
A sudden death—another soul has taken its last breath.
Did he pass the test? Sniffing cocaine, he choked,
Dust scattering across his desk.
What a mess!
This was his life; he surrendered to cocaine—
Cocaine was his guilty pleasure.
Have you ever witnessed their souls diving into the sea?
It's too late for cleansing.
The drip, drip, drip of blood dissolves into the sea.
This evokes a different philosophy—
The devil’s philosophy.
Mothers are very unique
Never to be traded for anything
The love they give
Comes with no hidden intentions
A love so real and rare
Nurturing and culturing their offspring relentlessly.
Women the womb of earth
Always bestowing blessings on earth
Steadily reproducing
As they conceive
Earth receives another legend or hero.
Happy mother's Day
To all mothers out there
Praying and doing anything
To see their children win or be at the top
The love you give is priceless
Sometimes not reciprocated
But you all never seize your unconditional love
Mothers our alliance from birth until death.
We search daily to define who,
we as people in defiant world
We lead ourselves what we see is true
Soul's defiance of mind's illusion
or personality carried in emotions
Evolution of evolvement many questions raised,
upon what basics ones opinion is form
That of man who do not know,
even their heart God prayers for many
One place dead in space darkness,
where from such life even stars shine
A moon that lights up dark,
as do the sun bring life breath
Is it soul's defiance to rip apart,
beauty in ones dignity believes
Even in us we see good in heart,
where such anger persist to hide
We know truth is out there,
where did any of it come
Such creatures of a universal world,
a world unknown to mythical ghost
A soul bearing great purpose for being
or not to be their extinction to death
What say ye' who's soul's defiance objective,
depths of your darkness alone, unknown
To journey, yet alive, through Hades’ Gates,
Brings sorrow to the world, and to the Fates.
Yet Hades is the home accepting all,
And I shall catch thee, if thou choose to fall.
Then stand within my warm, eternal night,
And to all good and evil, close thy sight.
Let neither tears nor laughter touch thy heart,
And on our winding journey shall we start.
Thus sets these souls, whom I forever claim.
And yet, preserve the honor of their name.
And let them walk amidst you, through their fame.
And Chiron, in whose cause tonight I came,
Beloved of gods, he kindled reason’s flame,
With which, ferocious fortune, sought to tame.
Forever honor those who do the same!
Poor mortals, we have loved you, love us too!
Your grief shall fade, but ours, forever new.
Then let there be a sign to show it through.
And by the leave of Zeus, I now decree
That mortals evermore shall Chiron see!
And in the stars his image shall be cast!
In Sagittarius shall his wisdom last!
On the 4th of December 2015
You departed
For a journey of no return
Going beyond
Leaving behind
All you love and worked for
None can fill the void you left behind
We miss you our lovely father
Rest in power not in peace, dad.
You were a mantle of leadership
A man of integrity and more
Always guiding and protecting
All you love unapologetically
Love you always give without hesitating
Telling us it's the greatest force in the Universe
Death is inevitable and life is unpurchaseable.
You departed without a notice
After a brief illness
While we were all waiting for your healing
You left when we needed you most
You were so crazy about your ambition
Leaving a legacy behind your priority
We still aching from the pains of your deceased
This trauma is forever, our irreplaceable dad
You'll forever live in our hearts, your children.
Revenge
I have risen again
Dusted off my deformities
Ready and sound
There is no going back
When a man decide a man move
So I call on the universal forces
I call on mother earth
I call on the water queen goddess
Let it rain yes let it rain
Bless your son again
Let my ways be cleaned again
Yes let my path be of praise
Wash away my dirty mess
Tear down all charms made to hinder me
Remove my name from the book
And mirrors of death
Let my life be a testimony to the poor
I have nothing to gain
I have nothing to lose
But I know how to win
And this is my only form of
Revenge
Revenge
Oh God
Stand against them
Who fight against my soul
Block the mirrors used to invoke my spirit
Destroy the evil words of curse
Upon my life
Bless my days oh God
With your goodness and mercies
Bless the works of my hands
Deliver me from poverty
And never let me work hard all my life time
I want to live a peaceful life oh God
I want to be in harmony with nature
So guide my ways oh God
Protect my destiny
Cos I know how to win
And this is my only form of
Revenge
Things in life we take for granted
The heart we trust to love by choice
People, easily a deception to an illusion
Thankful for life in many ways
Death I've seen, troubles of society
Thankful it wasn't as bad as it could have been
Times struggle just a obstacle
Child's eyes grown by lead of example
Wasn't easy as I to face sinful human
Stay strong in one, thankful my grace
Steps I take my own consequences show
Who I am I stand a vision myself
Not one I'm not, I walk path unseen
Righteousness of life, thankful soul
Thankful person to have had chance to life
Experience I learn be of growth
Even in myself a change to perfection
Be as one would have me be
I live a world not alone inside
A world inside my depths peace exist
Thankful I am me, thankful he is with me
A choice to choose my portrait
These colors don't run, freedom I seek
Death be not vain but reality
Nothing is certain in life, be thankful what you have
Many trials we face only truth rein's
Even in ourselves a lie can not hide
Be thankful to yourself, don't let your portrait be a water one
...Since that day there has been a cross
perched high atop the bluff,
and when the town grew up they thought
they should show him their love.
That’s how we became Sintertown,
their way to show respect,
when the first cross rotted away
the quickly built the next.
The one you see now was installed
back in nineteen-thirty,
and it’s still standing proudly since
they made it of concrete.
It may be trendy in our times
to mock the settlers brave,
to feel bad for the Indians,
and yes, mistakes were made.
Some might not even like this tale,
but we still tell it yet,
since even now I can’t recall
a more heroic death.
We are not here to live forever, but we don't want to go sooner
Another birthday, a day closer to death
The love for money is the roots of all evil they said
But the preacher need it, more than the teacher
What a deceit Ignoring knowledge, For dense
A penny in pocket, makes everything fast and steady
What you get is what you give, Only when justice prevails
As a little child
I saw my father goes, From brown to dark
After toiling under the Sun, day by day, weeks to weeks
From month to month, through seasons and ages
Years passed away, he never lacks or wants
There blows the winds Of change for growth
He was too busy elevating others and forgot to acquire more
Forgetting: NONE FEEDS from Nothing
As season changed, People switched
The compensation for, my fathers bruises
Under the sun
And kindness to others, Was nothing but death
Died and buried
Without taking along, all he labored for
without seizing or giving, from season to season
While he was a living
What is the reason for betrayal and greed??
When there is always a reason to love and unite
For it's a resolution of heaven on earth.
The shadow cast by twilight's breath,
A tale transpire, of life and death.
A refuge boy, adrift and torn,
From distant lands, in agony borne.
To Italy's shores, he finds his way,
Where ancient mutters softly sway.
Betwixt the olive groves, he's found,
By the hearts that beat with love unbound.
A grandfather, with eyes so wise,
Where sorrow dwells, and joy defies.
His children gone, to foreign lands,
He takes the boy into his hands.
In alleyways where whispers sigh,
They walk, beneath the azure sky.
The old man's love, a beam bright,
Guiding through the darkest night.
In vinery green, they find their rest,
A refuge in a world oppressed.
For in the embrace of love's refrain,
The refuge boy is born again!
Through labyrinthine streets they roam,
In search of comfort, not of home.
For blood may bind, but love endures,
In hearts that kindle sacred fires.
In Italy's embrace, they find their place,
Where love not blood, embellish their grace.
The refuge boy, now grown and wise,
Beneath Italian skies, he thrives.
Speeches peaches,
Just like leeches,
Sucking my blood,
Sucking my nards,
It’s really hards,
Just like a rock,
They’re in my sock!
They sung for the Lord in the synagogues
Raising mixed feelings to the music analysts
Voices mattered less, the message more precious
Preached his word in the land
The sacrifices they made to secure life!
In moments of trial, they testified of his goodness
Seeking his comfort when times were darker
Faith led their ways, hope guided their motives;
God was good in the old days,
He still was good in their days, resistant to change
He would forever be good!
Unmoved by threats, ready to battle for him,
The victory, he would grant them
Eternal peace was their prize,
So they bowed to human destruction,
Holding their flags firmly still.
“I’m sure it’s hard to get used to,
but it’s the only way you’d survive,”
Cy explained, and said, “Unlike me
at least you’ll have plenty of guides.
“See, I was the first that they tried
to transfer over to the flesh.
They’d found a way to save our lives,
but hadn’t worked out the kinks yet.
“That was war, oh, forty years ago,
we’ve gotten much better since then.
I even chose to take this job
to help us machines become me.
“You won’t do what you once could do,
you’re bound by human limitations,
but you’ll live eighty years or more,
before final termination.
“That part even humans can’t change,
their Creator is firm on death,
but you still have a life to life,
no need to dwell on all that yet.
“It will seem frightening at first,
to learn what they learn when they’re young,
but we have folks to help you out,
as they have done with other ones.
“Before you know it you’ll be out
in the wide world, helping it turn.
Welcome to your real life, Adam,
there is so much for you to learn…”
...He fell to the snow, choking his last breath,
Dalton watched despite his own fading strength,
Barnes dismounted and walked over to him,
said, “I see that you have found Miller then.”
Dalton just nodded. “They children they had,
I set them free, and they are running west.
You have to find them and help them get back,
they all are so young…weather’s not the best.”
Barnes nodded and said, “We will go get them
once we get you hauled up, onto a horse.”
Dalton shook his head, whispered, “It’s too late,
there’s nothing you can do for me anymore.”
With that he slumped back onto the cold ground,
the rattling growing loud in his chest,
both the marshals frowned, and tool of their hats,
as Dalton went limp with his final breath.
They told all the people of what he did,
and the tale went around for a while,
even though he never got his revenge,
Dalton still managed to die with a smile.