Death Hyperbole Poems

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

Oh death
The fear of countless souls 
I adore your kiss
I need you close
When will we meet?
When shall you come?

It's too long a wait
Please come tonight

© Edwine Born  

My phone died this week.
I’ve ordered a new one—
I’d like to say I’ve enjoyed the silence,
just lo-fi music playing, slipping into a flow state.
But I’d

© Jaymee Thomas  

Conversation With Relatives

Today, I feel an intense resolve. About two years ago, family members frequently shared news of someone's passing—whether it was from the village

© Annie Lander  

Of A Confused Nightmare Dream
(A Thought Provoking Tanka Trio)

Is sleeping dreamless,
Short-lived life’s resurrection,
Or death’s fantasy?
Can living fake its own death
In confusing nightmare dreams?

I thought I

© Millard Lowe  

We quarreled to bitter, burning degrees 
(you)loving me 
as a tender trespasser 
     a chew toy 
    

© Trina Layne  

Sartre was precise in his definition of hell
Excluded from humanity for just a case of birth
I’m punished for the others and why they’ll never tell
I’m

© Gregory Colodub  

They sold God too expensive 
Now I can't afford my blessings
Now I am the fear between the night and home 
The angel between heaven and

© Moses Sichach  

SELF PORTRAIT
(Apropos Of An Ebon Flashback)

I’m a dark-hued poetic mind,
        Writing mine;
Often inking seemingly empty words
  

© Millard Lowe  

In October, I feel a nip in the air,
that frosts my breath like contrails of smoke;
as gilded leaves start falling from the trees.
Overhead, a gaggle

© Emile Pinet  

SAFELINK TracFone unanimously synonymous...

not only as my lifeline,
and connectivity insurance
with family, friends and strangers,
whereby yours truly
experiences virtual safety net
as would be true
for many purple people

© Matthew Harris  

I'm a dark-hued poetic mind
           Writing mine:
Inking navel keloid words
     

© Millard Lowe  

The mourning dove’s perch coo signals he’s alone:
Calling to another as a life-long mate,
searching to find a love he can call his own
and form a

© Irene Hammer  

The living to themselves gossip attract,
but at death eulogies mitigate lies.
Love and care from he who breathes is withdrawn,
but his slumber does attract parties.

Fake mourners

© Joseph C Ogbonna  

From the cold, damp earth I rise,
With a heavy heart and tearful eyes,
My mother lies in eternal rest,
But her love still beats within my chest.

With

© Muhammed Adnan Yakoob  

I
God always wins the wager if we live long on earth... and even if we don't.

II
Some questions die with questioners; even if God heard the

© Anil Deo