Life Death Poems - Poems about Life Death

Our Final Test

Our final test will be graded
When our breath has dissipated
Life itself is our final test
Final grade when we’re laid to rest

Taking the test may make you snore
If you don’t care about the score
For the next one you’ll study more
Then it hits I’m dead on the floor

There’re no more chances to improve
That was the final my

Summer Passing

Impossible beauty, summer in swell,
Fragrance aflowing and fluttering around;
Though now, I admit, I don’t see it well,
I know – my ears! – all the birds by their sound.
Heaven surrounds me, but only for now;
Howling the winds that shall crash on my head;
Ripping the flowers that live on the bough,
Never see summer return in its stead.
Perhaps

Death For a While

I died for a while
Withdrawing myself from the routines of life
Getting into a silent shell and observing
The world around me
The people around me
The people who are the world around me
All happy and content with my absence
The vacuum that I perceived would be created
In my absence
Was created within me
The hollowness was evident
The invisible strings detached 
As

If I Should Die

If I should die quite suddenly
Don't grieve, my dear. Don't cry for me
I've waited, oh, so fervently
From bonds of life to be set free
This world is not how it should be
Today the Lord has heard my plea

Don't mourn for me
I've been set free

Don't stand too long around my grave
For death is friend and not a

My Friend Is the Ocean

My friend is the ocean, waters that glide,
Rustling my footsteps and tousling my hair;
Many the times that we walked side by side,
A spark and forever, joined as a pair.
Always a cloud there lay over its play,
Dappled the sunlight that fell on my face;
Heaving, its waters had something to say;
Twilight with meteors it took for the

The Bell Tower That Leaned In

I. The Pastor’s Hand

At dawn’s brittle cusp—
  he climbs, each step
    a nail in time’s coffin
  breath ragged
    a Psalm torn mid-hymn.

The rope tastes of incense and myrrh—
  Liberty’s fracture
    braided through its fibers
  a wound
    that never quite

No life, No death

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 
I don't know you
I know life is a tsunami
Perhaps you can rescue me
Where shall we meet?

Oh life
The lover of the lifeless 
I've honored your presence 
I gave you my all
Why

Life, death and everything In between

Years of growth, years of wonder.
Years of thought, years of plunder.
Years of dreaming, years of hopes.
Years of late nights, years of beers.
Years of baggage, years of stress.
Years of commitments, years of doubts.
Years of love, years of responsibilities.
Years of pressure, years of strain.
Years of mortgage, years of pain.
Years of fatigue, years of wine.
Years of laughter, years

After The Psalm of Life

After The Psalm of Life, 
by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow


One need not continue seeking,
  For that elusive, immortal dream.
Our bodies aging, joints creaking,
  Yet we each have, before unseen...

A body that's made of spirit,
  That breaks forth when this flesh dies!
And the grave, we need not fear it;
  Yes, death will come

It Is Possible To Know

It's possible to know from whence I came
There is no need to even have a name
I am a part of eternal creation
Reunification is my destination

Born of the same energy of all creation
I seek form to experience the relation
Between the parts that make up the whole
Unveiling the purpose of my soul

Life in any form any time

Universal Questions

I stand here gazing at stars in the sky,
Wondering what happens when I die?
It’s harder to see with my own eye,
The purpose of life as it passes by.

First, I’ll consider the where, when, and why?
Who or what it was, that caused my goodbye?
What was important, whether girl or guy?
A purposeful life, or is that a

Bride of the Sea

Ships sink to bottom in billowing sea;
"It's in that number," apparent to some;
Walking the coast, "I'm no widow," said she;
Either await or admit it won't come.
How many years did she wait for that ship?
Youthful and vibrant to aged and gray;
How many courses of life she let slip,
Married to breakers that crash on the quay.
Surely, we

if time can echo

'What does the ticking of a melting clock sound like?'—overheard in Dalí
_______________________


A clock made from ice
lies on sun-scolded tiles—

the ticks go
slower,
           steadier,
                       

Stranger

My end begins aimless
Nothing led by my steps
But my death led to greatness
So it was foretold. . . honor
Among my strangers

The graves dug around me grew numerous
Like flies to a corpse, rotten and forgotten above
My stone is headed but by one line,
“Honor was his path for he
Was washed in the grace of God.”

Among the aimless,

God Took You Home

You never said "I'm leaving"
You never said "good-bye"
You were gone before we knew it
And only God knows why
In life I loved you dearly
In death I love you still
In my heart I hold a place
That only you can fill
It broke my heart to lose you
But you didn't go alone
A part of me went with you
The day

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