Death Inspirational Poems | Examples
These Death Inspirational poems are examples of Inspirational poems about Death. These are the best examples of Inspirational Death poems written by international poets.
If I should die
Before the dawn, overcome
by a morbid scene. Rise up!
My soul – step to the Light!
And the brighter dream heart
Keeps. Caged men may be subjects
Of time, forced to obey and
Bend, but the spirit once freed minds
No such rules, will love where it
Wants~ or offend. So, laid down I may be – cleaned,
Drained and perfumed—beyond then, life’s hurtful
Rhetoric~ nevermore be gloomed.
A LIFE AND DEATH PERSPECTIVE
Living and dying,
Should not be deemed as surreal;
They are both so real:-
The crucifixion was real;
Likewise, was the ascension:-
Living and dying;
Physical realities,
Canvassing the soul:-
The soul sowing the spirit:
Is not Christ still here with us?
Never fret dying,
And being retired from life;
Spiritual pension waits:-
With washed feet of love’s labors,
Live and die in God’s glory:-
I doubt that death
will silence me – really,
I do! Too aware of my
sleep walking and
forgotten dreams, tacit
residuals of restless nights --
I sense that I have traveled
both day and by night
from light into dark, when
my body prone then did my
spirit embark --
life requires no full memory
record, vivid enough if
times, as many of mine, illusive
yet stark --
I look into the face of the devil.
You tried to destroy,
My heart and soul,
But I have a burning ,
Inside my soul that will not die.
I smile at the devil,
I glare at him as he shows fear.
I see your soldiers, they are weak.
I protect the sick, the disabled,
And the children.
Excalibur will pierce your heart,
I will not back down,
I have the God's on my side.
A SONNET FOR THE DREAMING KING
(APROPOS OF MLK DAY, CIRCA TODAY)
On a cold balcony, in night’s darkness,
Stood a man known as the Dreaming King:
His weary body a stranger to rest and doubt,
He resolved to navigate, ‘til peace would rein.
Suddenly, a cracking sound pierced the air;
Though not an ear, the bullet found its fleshly feast:-
The alarmed world became filled with gross despair—
Death had summoned the God-sent prophesied priest:-
The king had been crucified, but the dream had not:
Faith is so much stronger than debilitating hate and bigotry;
And there is nothing that can discourage the faithful lot:-
Know that with amazing grace, we will become free
Long live King’s spirit! Though he has passed,
We shall overcome, and shall be free at last:-
IN THE SHADE OF LIFE
No longer afraid…
Walking through shadows of death…
God’s light melting fear…
I would take you, my love, far, far from this world,
into a universe where even the night does not sleep,
for tonight I will invent a spaceship for the days in death
where I will hide all the dreams we had while living on Earth.
When we stroll among the stars and through the galaxies
that ask for a small payment for a beginning we never had,
I would show you, from afar, the sun that is immortal,
and I would lay at your feet a carpet made of purely dark.
There, where the stars dance their waltz of the first birth,
and the moon gazes silently at the dance hall of the cosmos,
while asteroids paint on her body with the dark hues of the universe,
will be the home of our love, for our souls will be in love forever.
This later time in life
I presume nothing;
no longer await with
joyful anticipation nor
fear – a year’s end
seems further out of
reach, focused more
on the moment I can
whittle away. Better
somehow live the present
regardless...reface what
I can – for death has no
future; love~ dimming
as memory.
Last night i dreamt
Of being around a dead Charlie Kirk
Strategizing with a small group of guys.
I was just there, like at the next table over,
And got the feeling that while it was clear
Charlie was dead, his advisors/friends weren’t.
It was fascinating to hear them talk of his death,
Its impact and the way forward.
The vibe was upbeat
Energetic and inspired
As I imagine it was when he was alive,
At least alive on Earth in the body he had.
I was just a fly on the wall,
But it was cool to see
The show must go on
And on indeed it does.
(9/20/25)
Lo! Death bestowed its final blow
Ye saddened thoughts- can't let them go
Perhaps, a poem... perhaps, a Poe
Will raise thy head, from lying low
Cherish all of that which you have now,
For at the ends of all shared roads
Memories become tears below your brow,
Each event impelled by Earth's lunar nodes.
Cherish all of which is secretly promised,
For at the end of all of this journey of life,
You'll realize how you were always blessed
Even in darkest days of turmoil and strife.
Cherish all of what you once had,
For in the very end you'll see it all again,
Flashing through moments you were glad,
Realizing your light outweighed your pain.
Cherish all of what you desire now,
For there is only so much of the journey left,
Indulge, inspire yourself no matter how,
Enjoy the pleasures you were once bereft.
I thought to climb the mountain
then thought
why any need for atop?
Could just stay in a valley
where, less chance of a smashing
flop!
And if I flew, some aircraft of sort --
passenger, better chance I could safely
have same view --
Nah! What the heck!
Break-a-leg, as they say in the theater
The captain may down with his ship
trapeze artist, chance a deadly slip
I will perish someday, anyway~ if
not by faulty rope, a bad performance, a
capsizing storm, or poorly timed flip --
The arrival of his departure
(A numb and cruel upheaval starter)
was an emotional core rupture;
a visual goodbye to my father.
I saw his final, last inhale
that would never flow to release.
I saw his life light fade to pale
before leaving to forever peace.
In time, I joyously came to know
his essence was such a strong force,
he could bend love air to a flowing echo
and sound it when I needed him most.
I feel sure my father's echo has limits.
Souls exist in spirit realms, so echo assists
must be supremely granted gifts.
At times I feel soak in the depths his visit.
Written on May 31, 2025
By Gail DeBole
We were just two people who met
and live vows with utmost respect.
The world would keep going
If our lives didn’t align.
But lucky for us
That the universe was kind.
Yes, we met and keep going.
“Til Death Do Us Part.”
Living a life not always easy,
But so full of heart.
Our history is ours that no one can steal.
Our feelings are strong because they are real.
So, those who are prudent don’t always need
To live an “over-the-top” life for all the world to see.
The “Salt of the Earth” are the people who live
true to each other, who compromise, and forgive.
Time has shewn his face, but free
A date the waiting soul to be.
Upon thy bed he lay barbed to the sky
She wonders if it's time to say goodbye.
His finger folds a curl on her hand
It's if as though both two should understand.
One last look his eyes bid to a view
Her loving face he'll miss by morning dew.
Sleep my love the whispering voice he hears
And finally with eyes closed, life disappears.