Death Sacred Poems | Examples
These Death Sacred poems are examples of Sacred poems about Death. These are the best examples of Sacred Death poems written by international poets.
("Winter's Edge", 2018, original encaustic)
In The Shadow of the Sacred
This game
Of life
Played
With full abandon
With all our doubts
And confusions
Hopes and fears
As we soldier on
Suffer and grow
Gradually or suddenly
Expanding the crack
In the cosmic egg
The tear in the womb
Of all our births
The crack of the broken heart
Life inevitable bestows
The tear we bleed from...
The crack by which the light
Gets in, and out.
And so it goes, this cycle
Of birth and death
And everything in between
Giving and taking
As best we can
Learning what it is
We have only forgotten
Learning who we really are
Beyond the veils of this life
The conditioned habits
Within the story
Of all our relations.
Coming home
Always going home
Whether we know it or not
Whether we even care or not
Everyone, brothers and sisters
On this same journey
Each in our own way
Coming home
Stumbling on our knees
Running at full speed
Soaring with open wings
To a place
The sacred space
We have never really left.
(11/16/23)
Categories:
sacred, home, journey, spiritual,
1. Everything begins and ends,
reports Richo mindfulness
To which Ohcir co-responds,
including positive v negative
therapy v trauma
co-arising intention.
2. Relationships do not always come and go
according to unconditional warm
co-invested appreciation,
when we fail to bicamerally resonate
together brilliantly resilient
therapeutic co-empowerment.
3. Secularized anthrosupremacist life
is not always fair
healthy
safe,
much less panentheistically
collaboratively cherished.
4. Pain is part of evil loss
and win/lose trauma,
lose/lose drama
is part of degenerative
dogmatic death,
as e-v-i-l survivalism
reverses l-i-v-e mindful
ReStore EarthJustice
win/win
yang/yin
body/mind
nature/spirit
ego/eco systemic thrivalism.
5. People,
and other organic creatures,
are not liberally loving
and conservationally loyal
and appropriately lusty
all the time,
unlike trauma-free dogs
and healthy MotherTrees
thriving in wealthy
EarthTribal forests.
Categories:
sacred, community, culture, health, humor,
our angel who sleeps so peacefully there
the foundation that supports all our lives
no momma' didn't die; she moved upstairs
hands that can play Amazing Grace with flair
a melody that will lift and suprise
our angel who sleeps so peacefully there
she bakes her cakes with a dollop of air
not to mention those sweet potato pies
no momma' didn't die; she moved upstairs
there is this look, I guess you could say stare
she will give when dissecting truth from lies
our angel who sleeps so peacefully there
take nothing from her, but ask and she'll share
faith in God rests behind Midwestern eyes
no momma' didn't die; she moved upstairs
her framed picture holds a lock of brown hair
and seems to speak to us her words so wise
our angel who sleeps so peacefully there
no momma' didn't die; she moved upstairs
Categories:
sacred, mother son, remember,
The sacred child on the hill
Buried deep but never forgotten
River of tears
Washed along into an ocean of deep longing
Years pass by
The girl becomes the woman
Relationships begin and end
Happiness brings a new journey
A baby in the making
Driving out old thoughts
Touching her stomach in repentant hope
Sadly, hope dies in the womb
Guilt turns to punishment from above
The sacred child on the hill
Watches the figure coming towards her
Slowly entering the river
Washed along into an ocean of deep longing
The sacred child on the hill
Reunited for evermore..
Categories:
sacred, dark, death, loss,
In the dead half of night, when the dark is too still,
The Sacred Meow Society convenes to court thrill,
A council of cats, with eyes all ablaze,
With ancient importance through worlds they liaise.
They gather in secret, beneath high moon's light,
Muted meowing their own regal rite,
Discussing the mysteries of yarn and of death,
And the ways of the world, and new cures for fish breath.
With flicks of their whiskers and fur shining bright,
They purr of appeasements and secrets at night,
And though their language we cannot speak,
Their power and presence we constantly seek.
For this feline committee is more than just cats,
It's a connection to something, that goes beyond that,
A reminder of mystery, it's woven in life,
That enigmas and horrors exist next to strife.
Keep your ears open along with your eyes,
For ominous mews from which fright fills the sky,
And know that the cats, who gather in peace,
Are a reminder of darkness, that never does cease.
Categories:
sacred, animal, corruption, desire, devotion,
Scared ( acrostic )
S ick of scary screams,
C ausing guilty streams.
A lone and anxious about past,
R emorse of misdeeds snared me at last.
E very sin has a reward,
D o guilty souls has tranquil depart?
It's an acrostic poem
Categories:
sacred, anger, cry, death, deep,
But his death,
Jesus
Opened a new life,
A life-giving way
For all through ascertain curtain
Into the holiest place,
a sacred space.
Jesus-
in the Holy Place
Jesus is the sacred space.
4/25/22
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.2022©
Hebrews 10 20
Categories:
sacred, devotion, jesus,
Those who stand their ground...
Their sacred ground...
With their backs against the wall.
Making bold their full intentions
While the slings and arrows fall.
Laying waste an air of happenstance
Permeating sick and feeble minds...
Caring not the monstrous odds
The powers of darkness have aligned.
I fear not this mass of troubled souls
Who demand their pound of flesh.
I contest every foot of treasured Earth.
I contest every loathsome wretch.
I give not an inch to those who dare
Make dark the light of day
To preserve such sacred wanderings
Where the meek would have their say.
I will lift my voice in praise and song
To evince the veracity of my cause
Displaying a knightly measure of gallantry
To give the hapless minions pause.
But sweet victory demands some sacrifice
As a judicious Death may set me free.
Knowing this... would you be at my side?
Would you rise and stand with me?
The End
Categories:
sacred, conflict, courage, freedom,
There comes that certain turning point
we know our end of road is near.
But at that end, there is a bridge,
we cross to Heaven without fear.
September 22, 2020
Premiere Contest: Rithimus Divisa 6
Sponsor: Gregory R. Bardin
Four Lines From My 3-Stanza Poem-
"End Of The Road" 12/04/2017
Categories:
sacred, death, heaven, inspirational,
Ghetto me be a bleating poor refugee,
albeit I’m Goshen rich in faith
Got a manger stall in the USA,
Pilate shepherd of the Cesarian peace
Time stamped stillborn delivery
tis iron Roman numeral four C
Furnace cast existence: bane brand bound
Babylonian condition, a marketplace sound
Fleeced heritage ... sob separated,
I am just the latest stolen cargo generation
being cerulean cloth asphyxiated
By legion overseers of an ungrateful nation
These pyramid gnash, link bled bones
twas being Pharaoh oppressed: Prey worked to death
in a Memphis factory plantation owned
Where noxious hate suffocate poverty-cuffed breath
Be daily double tasked in a graveyard shift
Those pale hearts so addicted
to the golden flask, err tilted
Drunk on power, they cull with a siren sift
O miry, downtrodden me ...
temporally chained to this wavy treachery
Verily, a wretched place for a black sheep —
such cotton weary misery!
So after four centuries of Cain deluge,
I do still tearfully seek
A rainbow ark sacred place of refuge
promised to the meek
Categories:
sacred, history, perspective, self, spiritual,
Forever, I shall be grateful
Till death unto me
The sacred gift of suffering
The extreme irony
A purported foe
A villain to the ignorant and the wise
An upheaval – a perturbation
The classic devil in disguise
Forged are its lessons
Therefore failures lead to growth
Specific adaptations
Richness flourishes by being broke
So thank you suffering
For from the ashes we do rise
The impediments
Interesting - we need in our lives
I shall be forever grateful
For your lessons become ingrained
It’s in the mist of suffering
Our vision – we never see the same
Categories:
sacred, appreciation, blessing, celebration, confidence,
Jesus is not in the Sacred Bread
Nothing stays the same ,much as we hope
He drowns with refugees, he crawls in mud
Life and God aren’t static.souls have fled
Do not deny the loss, nor its great scope
Jesus is not in the Sacred Bread
Europe cracked , a billion billion dead
Unacknowledged evil is the rope
He burned with Europe’s Jews ,we lust in bed
The War’s not gone, it lives inside the head
We do not need a thousand microscopes
Jesus is not in the Sacred Bread
The symbol’s done, the bread of heaven ‘s bad
We “Christians” were not there when Jesus spoke
Christ burned with gypsies, queers , was shot unclad
It’s over, people,what we never read.
We ruined the world , destroyed the ones who fled
Jesus is not in the Sacred Bread
He drowned and burned was shot,he’s truly dead
Categories:
sacred, analogy, animal, religious, war,
We sense the sacred in these peaceful walls
Yet men have died in places that appal
Women too and children then unborn
Fell into cold dark earth in lands forlorn
As our weapons grow, our hearts are hard
The people live in Gaza behind bars
The water all polluted as taps drip
Is this war or is it vengeance fit?
In Britain, it’s the poor who lose the war
As it was when Jesus Mary bore
Yet here are clerics blessing marching bands
A military show for all the land
The genocide in Europe of the Jews
The self destructive actions of the proud
The fields of France filled sick with blood and bone
Who are we to cast judgemental stones?
The War’s not over when the fighting stops
The soldiers and the tortured suffer shock
The widows and the parents all bereaved.
The unborn children hover in unease
We let the prisoners out from camps of death
But who would take them in or take their path?
The injuries will travel down the years
As still we fight and still we live in fear
It’s Europe’s grasp and greed which was the cause
Of death in Gaza, Syria, in long wars
Yet we judge we are more civilised
As we self defend with careful lies
Categories:
sacred, allegory, hate, sorrow,
Love is sacred and sublime
owned by the angels once,
But as descended to us men
It lost its grace as hatred born.
Man born with a greed to own,
Nothing he has,than a scar on
That's the death mark of Cain.
The smell of the blood of his kin.
Born to a world of his destiny
Man seeks his own identity ,
With a pride he owns the world
Roses he enjoys in it's shade
But discard when they fade.
He used and threw his every gift
Virtues too once he dipped in lust
A lesson he would never learn
though revealed,time and again.
Whims stronger beyond his reins,
By default bowing to weakness
when soul confronts cry like a loser
But wants his pleasures closer.
Virtues are for future bargains,
God just a convenient reference,
Man is confused in substance
Never knowing his own life
owned or a gift, he less conclude
Or a sacred sin of the Creator.
Categories:
sacred, emotions, life, sin,
My sacred silence
A hole is all that we leave when we go.
When I lie at the end in my bed of sorrow,
I will have nothing to show, except for my words;
The worthless garbage written from hurt.
The madness reigned on every page,
And at the end there is nothing left.
All that remains after all these days,
Are the thoughts which I have emptied from inside my head.
As years fly by and people die,
The list is forever getting smaller.
Who will be with me when I finally die?
Will there be anybody left who loves me when my time is shorter?
Or a single person who even cares.
I cannot see it for I am aware,
That in the end my wish to remain silent,
Will leave me alone with only sounds of sirens,
And people pushing down hard onto my heart;
Which will beat no more. The love gone afar.
A long time since past,
Lost to the fact,
That I never wanted to just talk anyway.
I ask you, please; what more is there to say?
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Categories:
sacred, death, emotions, friend, imagery,