Death Rhyme Poems | Examples
These Death Rhyme poems are examples of Rhyme poems about Death. These are the best examples of Rhyme Death poems written by international poets.
The sun affects so much of what we see
it pierces into these places so dark
without the sun, it remains hidden
it's been like that ever since the ark
These dark corners hidden away
we seem to miss that hidey-hole
except when that bright beam penetrates
it brings out what otherwise would have stole
Now your body also has dark places
that when the sun shines, it bright rays
it brings a rich glow upon your face
shows up God's hidden hand done with clay
The obvious darkness is in the night
out there, only the stars and the moon
brings light to the night out there
makes one wish for a bright high noon
There's an invisible darkness in our souls
which is worse than any other kind
for it will bring an eternal death
which only God's Son can everlastingly shine
(“Anagogical Moments Merit Badge”, 2011, original oil)
From birth to death and back again
An arc that’s bending now to then
A spiral in this time and space
Around a pole that has no trace
A mystery the jesters sing
“Best thing in life is not a thing”
And yet, it’s really all we know
Our joy and sorrow’s how we grow
We wish for more if truth be told
But life is more than growing old
A life well lived in playing out
Leaves us at last without a doubt
Saint or sinner, calm or deranged
All in the end, forever changed
Death is not the enemy you believe
And death isn't what you should fear
Death we all shall truly desire
For only death makes troubles disappear
Death is not some fancy illusion
Full of smoke and mirrors to deceive
Death offers to relieve your troubles
And will accept all it can receive
With death there's no worries or regrets
Any wrong or mistakes they slip away
They all vanish and bother you no more
There's hardly any cost you must pay
What death offers no one can match
Nothing else can do what death can do
You want peacefulness to fill your life
Isn't the cemetary peaceful to you
Someday I shall be happy to say
Everything in life prepared me
for this ~ my very last day
The bodies lay in rigid rows,
each one with tag upon their toes.
Some with names: Teddy, Frank, or Joe;
but most are simply marked John Doe,
some torn apart; some no one knows.
The sky is full of cawing crows
and heavy with the winter snows;
while in the churned up mud below,
the bodies lay.
They fought those they were told were foes
in battles that they never chose;
“It is your duty, off you go.”
“Good man, chipper! Jolly good show.”
They know not where; I don’t suppose
the bodies lay.
Hear the breaking of a heart,
In love with us the very start,
To reconcile, never again to part,
Altogether Lovely.
Reaching through the realms of time,
Healing the sick, lame, deaf, and blind.
Freeing imprisoned, captured minds,
Altogether Lovely.
To even raise up from the dead,
those in tombs and from death beds.
Born to be slain, death for life in our stead,
Altogether Lovely
Hearing the plea of my Savior’s heart,
In love with me from the very start.
For a love beyond time, never to part,
Altogether Lovely.
For He is Love, such Love Divine,
His child, I am His, and He is mine,
As much is yours, as He is mine,
Altogether Lovely.
All I do is either sleep or I cry
And at times I cry in my sleep
I'm no stranger to depression
But I've never been in so deep
I acquired this constant pressure
As if depression is squeezing my heart
I'm not sure if I'll survive this divorce
It's torn my life and my heart apart
My body and emotions are almost numb
The only thing I can feel is this damn pain
I wake up and I'm already exhausted
This depression is nothing but a bane
It's stolen my hopes and future dreams
And it's is holding me against my will
Something has to alter my direction
My life is next on its list to steal
In the night when all was still
I felt my spine a tingling chill
Goosebumps 'tween thy rising hairs
When I saw a ghostly figure on my stairs
My eyes not blinked when we stood froze
That tingling chill crept to my toes
I thought, "Dear lord- is that my brother?"
And then, I heard a whisper from my mother
Son, your brother and I are in God's home
Where all the good souls go and are free to roam
Your aunts and uncles are all here too
And many friends that you once knew
Friends you've known throughout your years
That said good-bye and you shed tears
Don't look down, lift up your head
Things aren't too bad when we are dead
Our souls are free and full of bliss
In this place we're at, called... "Happiness"
*Dedicated to everyone.
Becoming better . . . what does that really mean?
Each person on this planet daily is learning.
Learning in school, yes, but mostly from experience.
In becoming better, will you be returning
to the place of light where God wants for you to be?
Make each new dawn the harbinger
of a glorious and beautiful destiny.
Let love be the tune your heartstrings are strumming
so that in death, you’re rebirthed into heaven’s sunrise
as the effervescent spirit you’re becoming.
When you think of places that are sad,
you might think of the Germans in Stalingrad,
or you may consider, too,
Napolean, leading the French, at Waterloo,
but, by far, the saddest place around,
for a hundred years, is Mudville town,
the place where Casey at the bat
failed, as his mighty swing fell flat.
Casey made excuses. Folks said, "Save your breath",
and mighty Casey drank himself to death.
Flowers in Mudville, they say, never bloom.
Children grow up in misery and gloom.
Yet, as all hope is disappearing,
lately, I have been hearing,
about a strapping young prospect,
the one standing there on deck.
Do you think he can make Mudville smile?
Will he strike out or hit the ball a mile?
A billionaire died
after swallowing a bee.
I'm glad it wasn't you,
I'm glad it wasn't me.
When your time comes, will you look death straight in the eye
Will you refuse to go quietly, curse and refuse to die
When the time comes will you cry out and let the tears flow
Will you accept your time has come and it is your time to go
When your time comes, would you prefer to be in hospital or at home
Do you want to be surrounded by strangers, or would you want to die alone
When your time comes, would you want it to be fast or slow
Would you keep it to yourself or want everyone to know
When your time comes, would you want to say goodbye
Or say nothing to loved ones because you don’t want to make them cry
When the time comes and you know that is your fate
Make the most of your life now because death will not wait
Do you want your last words noted,
oft repeated, and endlessly quoted?
More than wit and wisdom, you'll need timing,
and, in my case, they'll be rhyming.
Seventy years ago by the side of the road,
a baby was born in a hole, but not to code.
Instead of a heart, he has a ticker;
but listen to this - this is the kicker:
a heart attack won't kill him. He will explode.
Their world comes alive at night
tainted spirits roaming free
concealed by darkness
breathlessly stalking you and me
Think you all is quiet, all is safe
Innocence! – Let
Nighttime's denizens pick off with ease
her targets of death and disease