Death Farewell Poems | Examples
These Death Farewell poems are examples of Farewell poems about Death. These are the best examples of Farewell Death poems written by international poets.
The sad foliage of farewell each year
makes Summer's glory fade away too soon-
and letting go acknowledges the fear
of losing those young verdant leaves of June.
So blessed are Summer scenes that last full term-
complete their fullness by the start of Fall.
But often nature fails to reconfirm
next season's entry includes one and all.
And yes, dear Mom, your Summer went too fast,
without a chance to complete Autumn's scene.
At fifty-five, that Summer was your last;
you left us on September-day fifteen.
I live each season with the thought of you
beneath the leaves of Fall and Winter snow.
But come September, realize it's true;
you rest in peace of your last Summer's glow.
Sweet
scent
perfumes
the night air
where sprites' lanterns glow
Flickering fireflies are gleaming
Aflutter in the meadow at the aura of dusk
until the dance is over when their luminance fades and I mourn their untimely death
Then, I shall sing a hymnal song, a melodious elegy to grieve them with unstifled tears as I walk the meadow tomorrow night
A trail of light from my candle will keep burning bright until a proper homage to the wee fairy-like creatures has been made and solemnly paid and a wreath of wildflowers has been laid at the gate where the meadow begins
The one true moth,
that wasn't
a victim
of the searing.
Night time,
window left
open
to the
vulnerable...
A lazy eye,
stamped
on
by the
persecuting,
black swans,
left behind...
A school
left
bloody
by the front
door
left open
The capturing
of tadpoles
in plastic bags
to our delight.
The toddler
with a rubber
hammer,
smashing
the ants....
Buddy Whiskers
“Here Kitty, kitty, kitty, kitty
Here, Buck, Buck, Buck!
Here, Buddy Whiskers!”
I was so sad when you disappeared
and even more when I heard a shot-
afraid my best friend might've been murdered0 though
I didn't want to believe the possibility, at first.
Then the day gradually came, that we had to move
I was sad I would never get to call to you from our window
and truly felt guilty leaving you in that depressing city
uncertain to this day if my fear was truly what happened to you!
Many years later, I still wonder
and continue to think of you
I know that kitties all eventually pass away
but you were so dear and important to me
if I could still watch your TV show, I would
Although it would be hard without you, my unique kitty!
An evening stroll under the shaded trees.
Destined to atone from the start.
Falling leaves at the mercy of a gentle breeze.
Judgment binding a rotting heart.
Understanding the weakness of a criminal,
optimism becomes subliminal.
Understanding the weakness of victims,
day after day, failed systems.
All rise, and rejoice.
Gaze upon the glow of salvation.
Let destiny pour through your voice.
Guilty, confiscation.
Leaves scatter without appeal.
A single pale leaf
Letting go of autumn’s branch
Falls upon the snow
Sinks into the quiet earth
Sleeping through the endless night.
JFK, MLK, RFK all shot dead
Rabin and Sadat both shot dead
Nasrallah and the Ayatollah slain
Reagan, Trump, so many others shot at
Who aspires to international leadership
Death the price of membership
It seems with time and age we all grow free,
trading wants away; no need for desire.
I accept what is; what was meant to be,
only ties the tongue and leaves us drier.
With mouthfuls of regret, shaking voices
paint beautiful truths, all smothered with lies.
Out of habit, we defend our choices
with words and actions meant to hide our eyes.
Awake, I sit before brick and fire
yearning for a heart finally at peace.
A wake. I sit before brick and fire.
This chest, an urn, for heartbreak without cease.
How surreal to feel; this heartless me.
Peer to peer, within my eyes; come and see…
The Final Descent
He is making the final descent,
from a long, turbulent Parkinsons flight.
Flown across many days,weeks,months,years and time zones..
Dim now the cabin lights.
Watch the stars flicker on the runway below;
As the wheels of life kiss the ground one last time.
The last conversion has been kicked.
The final kilometre kite is in sight.
The last call to,take the strain and pull,rings out.
The Drumlin hills bow their heads in respect.
Siochs, full with winter rains,flow in silence.
Leaves,on the fairy tree rustle at half mast.
The sun,dances one last ray across Windy Harbour;
as dusk comes dropping slowly.
A red sky, sinks into a western glow
As the shepard settles,one last time, into a peacful sleep..
Left, right, forward, back.
An endless cycle, lost in time.
Wondering what’s wrong,
asking what’s wrong.
When glass breaks, it doesn’t break even.
Shards of time, emotions, and hope are scattered.
They broke the glass,
this stagnant soul is left with the mess.
With a withering broom and dirty dust pan in hand,
all that was salvaged ended with mourning.
But when the pieces were collected out of the trench of rage,
a new foundation was created.
This light emerging from the abyss below,
beautiful as the death of a star.
Melting the glass, cursing all who dare damage true art.
Screeching with light that burns the sky.
A broken sword can be fixed,
there will be a new Excalibur.
A soul for a soul, a heart for a heart.
Lasting forever, in a land apart.
Death can alter
Death can change anything at the altar
Death can deter
Death can damage the liver and the motor
Death is powerful
Death is really awful
Death is painless for the deceased
Death can destroy mums and lilies
Death can change schedules
Death kills bookworms, nerds and fools
Death can. Death can change everything
Under the moon. Death can change anything
Death can
Death can easily kick the can.
Copyright © December, 2025, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved.
Hébert Logerie is the author of several books of poetry.
My Wildfire
You touched me
and the forests inside me flared not gently,
not like a kiss,
but like the match that forgets it was ever small.
I burned not for ruin, but for release.
Even the stars watched from a distance
But you
you vanished in the blaze you lit inside me.
Chose the sharpest edge of silence
and called it peace.
Left your body like broken bark, your name
like smoke in my lungs.
And I
I sift through ash, finding pieces of myself
you never meant to leave behind.
The fire is out.
But the ruins remember.
And damn you for dying like that
and leaving me to live in what’s left,
~ one day we'll meet at heaven's gate
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
Present
Flowers
Before
My hours
Fall in
Darkness
Rightly
You watch
Idly
Come near
With songs;
Sweet drink
Calming
Lightly
Hold back
These parts
From him
Who hides
In wind—
Hunter
Seeking
Close by,
Black eyes
Tighten
My heart
Repines,
The beat
Creaking
In the beginning two lovers were born
In the campus parking lot behind the student union
They clung together for 60 years
Until one day my wounded bird knew
Her broken hip would not allow her to fly again
I was too old and weak to pick her up off the floor
When she fell...she said she wanted to go to a nursing home
Where strong young girls could do what I could not
It's where old people go to die, nobody gets out of there alive
Once a week I drive there to bring candy and other treats to her bed
And news from our empty house that I share with our old girl calico cat
It's the beginning of the end
D.C. Jordan