Death Quatrain Poems | Examples
These Death Quatrain poems are examples of Quatrain poems about Death. These are the best examples of Quatrain Death poems written by international poets.
if a node in the sky were to rebel
leaving behind its carcass in decay
though far away it yet sounds a death knell
ominously thus prophesying doomsday
An engineer's uniform
sparked a child's imagination,
and, one strange and early morn,
he was in a railway station.
An old man lost in reverie,
couldn't begin to understand.
His cloudy eyes could barely see
a young lad's outstretched hand.
There, beneath a station clock,
by knobby cane, supported,
all choked up, he couldn't talk -
how was he here transported?
His railway watch, long unused,
hung from a chain of gold.
Thro' stained-glass windows' light diffused,
he saw a palm outstretched to hold.
Then, like a railroad car on a mobius strip,
a child woke up from a mystic dream,
as an old man dropped in the child's grip,
a watch, and vanished, dead, like steam.
"With death, the winter sleeps. . .
spring's rebirth promise, keeps.”
__by Poet
It leaves me breathless, how each year
our spring wakes up from winter sleep.
No hesitation, for it's true,
its promise for new life, will keep.
I woke one morning, there to find
by the front walk, buds did appear.
Snowdrops and lavender Crocus
gave birth to prove that spring is here.
Soon, painted landscapes, like a dream,
washed out the gloomy winter view
to leave me breathless in the glow
of pristine beauty, fresh and new.
To breathe the pureness of spring air
with fragrant mists of perfumed scent;
to feel the sun's refreshing breeze-
have left me breathless and content!
Our heartbeat stalled for a moment,
whence with life extinguished, we fell
but the Grim Reaper stayed his hand,
placing us back in body shell.
Lost in trance we think not of death,
wishing to live on for all time,
pursuing objects of desire,
heart seeking new mountains to climb.
Befriending the vast, vibrant void,
at source, as the eye of the eye,
becoming the bliss flame itself,
we saw life’s a dream, a big lie.
Who we are is pure living light
and not decaying form of dust;
our quintessence can never die,
nurtured by God, whose touch we trust.
“Never do I have father, mother, family, caste, birth and death. How shall I speak of affection and infatuation? I am free from disease—my form has been extinguished.”
To which dream image should we cling,
in the dance of shadows on earth,
knowing in truth there is no thing,
save heart bubbling in blissful mirth?
We know we’ve walked these streets before,
each time in a different form,
so why then would we keep a score,
when we’re tranquil in every storm?
I rearranged just two pieces of furniture:
A small table, a small ottoman with old suture.
I placed your orange faux flowers in a vase
Atop table on orange crochet cloth as a base.
This table display centered before the window
Of your spacious living room, in the sun's glow.
Your furniture as always shall stay the same.
Memories linger, of all the people who came.
In our sunlit living room, our loved ones cried.
I as well, for days, a week after you had died.
I thought I'd be strong enough to remain here,
But I must heal elsewhere, it's become clear.
I know your spirit is watching over everywhere
That you've been, alive and gone; here, there.
I know when the sun shines into your mansion,
It is your soul giving us utmost divine affection.
I sit here alone, staring at your empty chair,
You'll never again be doing things sitting there.
I wish you had lived at least until I got here,
Because to me you were someone so dear.
I sit here at your tall dining table by myself,
I stare at your red cardinals on every shelf.
I wonder if you are really with me in-spirit,
Or if it is delusional of me to assume it.
I wish I could have cried with everybody,
But you clearly didn't even want to invite me.
I'm sorry I was selfish not paying my own way,
I just thought you will pass away anyway.
But I know now, I am all alone, in missing you,
Everybody always has each other too.
But I am strong enough to move on,
In spite of my grief over how you're now gone.
I guess what I was trying to say to you,
The person I want to comfort me, is gone,
She was my favourite to come home to,
She enjoyed games in which I often won.
I just need to return to my new home,
Where I wait for the real lover I searched for,
Where there's no dogs so I can freely roam,
Where I have friends so life's not a bore.
I love you all, but I feel so lost without her,
I know she was also yours in her own roles.
But to me, she was better than my mother.
She and I somehow fit the same boot soles.
I may return to be here for my father's health,
But for now I value love and my wellbeing more
Than working to earn any amount of wealth,
More than mourning as I do her every chore.
I wanted to see you for a last time in-person,
But you let everyone else, except me, in.
I'm sad I will never see or talk to you again.
Surely we'll meet again, just unsure when.
So instead I am visiting here, in your absence.
But I'm not alone, I have my father's presence.
Though it's emptier here, I feel your essence.
I know nothing will make any difference.
I'm colouring at coffee table like in my youth.
I'm reflecting on what was the bigger truth.
I'm sorry for all the moments I was uncouth.
I miss how you sometimes had a sweet tooth.
I decided it is here I much rather not stay.
I just needed to be here for longer than a day.
I'm self-therapying slowly out of mood so gray.
Though you're gone, my love will not go away.
We, Those Who Remain, by Faith and by Fire
Blazing through Valleys of Death, Never Brighter
Never Higher
No Stone Thrown, Uncast by the Lamp Lighter
Courage and Crowns, Valor and Grit
We Press Forth in a Glorious Solar Blitz,
Scintillating the Sands of Time
For We Are The Chosen, For We Are The Sublime
As I am watering your withering white roses,
I wish I had separate simple tall glass vases
To share each and every white rose with family
Who loved you as their mother and our granny.
But really symbolically this glass vase is rather
As transparent as we are when we're together,
So I never want to see us separate nor shatter.
Times we shared are the stems of each flower.
Just as we come and go thru life and death,
I'll water these roses until their final "breath."
Though your suffering lasted until the winter,
News of your final night pierced like a splinter.
I'll water these roses and your cactus plant.
I'll think of you as I sing to songs like a chant.
I still love you, I wish I could know if you know
I have a lot of self-growth I am going to show.
Since the second of the two of you had died,
I finally reached the day I no longer cried.
It was one of the last mornings of December,
I started laundry after waking from slumber.
I gathered all the towels around the house,
Walked down the stairs quiet as a mouse.
After I began the washing machine, I saw:
Two dimes, I knew it was you and grandpa.
I smiled, went to water your memorial flowers,
But as I carried a pail in dawn's sacred hours
Suddenly two big drops had fallen to floor,
I knew it was you two approving every chore.
I texted my partner I no longer have loud cries,
But I would still helplessly well-up in my eyes.
I know you two are watching over me though,
I know you two shall see how I'll further grow.
In Heaven, she has joy indescribable by words,
Surrounded by her husband and loved ones,
As well as her favourite kinds of birds
Bathing in a fountain which always runs.
Red cardinals flying gracefully everywhere,
Scarlet feathers falling onto her hair.
Her soul freely frolicking without care.
Trinkets in her home mean she's also there.
In her eternal awareness, she'll still observe
All the ways in which her family shall serve,
She'll be there for each of them at every curve.
She'll ask God to give what they most deserve.
Red cardinals placed everywhere in her home,
Reminding family she's both there and here.
In Heaven, she completes reading her tome.
She now knows she lived a life she held dear.
Even in death, as you laid cold but in peace,
You still had such a pretty, sweet face to me,
Like you, I hope I shall age just as gracefully.
Forever, my love for you shall never decrease.
You were taken from me so much too soon.
I'm recalling you as you were in each room
Of your home in which your soul shall loom.
I'll think of nights we spent, as I see the moon.
I placed a place mat for you at your seat,
I want to keep the chair pulled out for you.
I'll wash teapot when next year begins anew.
Your soul can sit with me: have tea and eat.
Even in your absence, I fondly remember
All of the times we'd laugh, talk, play, argue.
Even as I cry, I can't lie, I'll always love you.
I'll take care of all you left me and my father.
Using yesterday's news as a table cover.
While painting these blank wooden coasters.
Firstly applying coated layers of metallic silver,
Then stamping flowers in gold and red colours.
They say to try to preserve each fragile flower
That I chose from her funeral's viewing casket.
It's just I've no idea how, but I do still love her,
So instead I'll dip them in a paint-filled basket.
I decided instead of only grieving her absence,
I'll let my inner muse be creatively so free,
Make presents; make better known presence.
I realize I rather much be like her: keep busy.
So I'll make use of my grandma's newspapers,
In memory of her strengths as a lovely woman.
I'll be like her: one whose love never wavers.
I also now realize who I am as my own person.