Death Free Verse Poems

These Death Free Verse poems are examples of Free Verse poems about Death. These are the best examples of Free Verse Death poems written by international poets.

In the rain shadow of Majave Desert I eat hot sand
I am singing with their Death Valley
I have allowed them to build my faith under

© Jacob Kobina Ayiah Mensah  

Just to see your mouth frothing,
and your un-consicous-ness,
and the doctor declares
all your battling and history
has been for nothing.
I still remember
your first hospital stay,
I bought you

© Ryan Geoffrey Hayward  

A return to Normalcy
As night comes, all are at ease 
We turn into slumber 
In the electric comfort 
Of artificiality that is our lives 
We

© Poet Tellaferro  

what could i do
but stop and let pass
the funeral procession
for a beloved horse 
who lived a life
fraught with nobility

© Line Gauthier  

Roses may be red
And violets blue
But one thing for sure
Is my life is sad without you

You will never get to see me grow
As your time

© kelly Jobes  

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Giuseppe Luigi Lagrangia.

Invidia!
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Io.

…

© Massimiliano Fancelli  

OH AUGUST!
"The best of summer is gone, and the new fall not yet born--the odd, uneven time of year." Sylvia Plath
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
time drips slow,
like honey from

© Sara Etgen-Baker  

We are waiting and praying
Hoping that it won't happen
But it was seen so long ago
The date when common sense died
The lunatics became the leaders
And talking

© Lord R. E. Taylor  

Step one
Smile like stitches not for joy
Just tight enough to hold you in
The kind of smile that never aches
But keeps your mouth from spilling

Step two
Speak

© Naima Ybarra-Fernando  

Broken cries diluted the still waters
A mothers pain as she prepares a better life for her daughter
Her bones ached with exhaustion 
Her fractured breathing heavy

© Layla Riley-Hill   

The greed of the white man knows no bound
It transcends life, it transcends death
Their eyes gleam with profit
Their mouths salivate at another black death
Prices heightened

© Layla Riley-Hill   

As the dream king is sat at his throne...

What am I to do whilst I am away? What then would befall my kingdom? There is

© Isiah Morales  

There’s an  
Energy tag on my big toe 
“Zapped to death:” it says 
I’m a “John Doe” 
A lightening bolt 
Sent my soul a

© Benjamin Bartley  

Potent grief exists in the paternoster
recited by exiles each break of dawn —
and they never cease to mourn with drums.

Exiles are men
with two lives,
and they

© Nkwachukwu Ogbuagu  

I would see him die, rather than saving him.

I don't know what his life could be after he dies, or if he would be saved.

If

© Balbir Singh Dosanjh