Death Shape Poems | Examples
These Death Shape poems are examples of Shape poems about Death. These are the best examples of Shape Death poems written by international poets.
in
your
sacred
moments
of surrender
you relinquished
your natural instincts
to angel’s silver shroud
with joyous turquoise tears
and when again you soared
~ you carried dad with you ~
to the other side of the skies
as the sun bestowed a halo
upon the celebration of
~~~ONENESS~~~
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xOx
ooOoo
xxXOXxx
oo-LOVE-oo
xxxXXXXxxx
~ooOOOoo~
~~xOx~~
o
xOx
ooOoo
x-JOY-x
ooOOOoo
~xOx~
a girl
and fish find love
a sea creature that takes shape
dark death looms but their love is strong
the ocean calls to them
The universal, eternal Atman, the endless soul
Resides in me as my breath, and makes me a single whole.
As the breath of the almighty, it is born without sin.
It drives, as a life changer, the physique it enters in.
When my physique is devoured by the detrimental death
My soul takes flight, and in a new life after, it takes birth.
With no color, form, shape, taste, or odor in its pure form
Its nature shifts to a flower, bird, or beast with its norm.
Commanding and demanding, approaching and reproaching
With peaceful, pleasant consciousness and conscience, heart-broaching
Within physical flesh, bones, and veins like blood, it would flow.
When and to which universe it would fly, I do not know.
Contest Line of Inquiry:
"Here I am in human form, but it was not always quite so;
Earth is not the only planet I’ve been to through past life
regressions, I definitely know."
From the white light of death
as we take our last breath,
our human Souls emerge.
By nanosecond surge,
transformed, like butterflies-
with mystic wings, each flies
back home into God's Light-
shape-shifting on our flight.
From Earth's cocoon, we lift
to our awarded gift.
Be it Eternal Life,
free from mortal strife;
or made to live again-
in flesh once more, and then-
shape-shifting, growing whole
through purity of Soul.
Soon feel we've lived before
upon a distant shore.
Therefore, Soul journeys go
how God directs their flow.
I love you with
all my heart and my soul
There is not a day that I do not
cry for this love lost to dark death
I have asked the air every day
but it is silent as your tomb
I go so often with red
roses like the ones
you used to give
to me. Oh, I
am lost in
tears
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I
am
Christmas
in a fir tree,
I was born wild,
in a boreal forest.
And I never imagined,
that I would end up lit up,
my branches holding decorations.
I was about strength and about courage,
a river flowed past me since I was a young.
Now, I am tranquility and serenity in my death,
a symbol of Christmas, twinkling in the living room.
My branches like a quiet violin crying, you can hear them falling
I gave
to life
all the
soul I
had in me, all these years, trembling in the wind, the sun, the rain
and snow. My reward for being majestic is my death ... how cruel!
I rested under the snow and placed on a cloak of pure white beauty,
then ... in the Spring my roots felt the black earth and I dug deeper.
(science)
(has delivered)
(many useful things)
(to the mankind)
(except for the)
(weapons)
(for war and)
(mass destruction)
(the worst and the most)
(deadly amongst these is the)
(atom bomb, the explosion)
(of which produces)
(mushroom-shaped cloud)
(that billows upward)
(with debris, smoke, water)
(vapor along with the radioactive fission)
(particles that get dispersed menacingly by the wind)
(far away from the rising central column)
(with the message of death)
(we shouldn’t get)
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Look, Look
Here I stand next to
clear running stream that
feeds my leaves and mighty
trunk. A strong oak that still
is young and growing until cut
chopped purposely to build a cross
a rugged cross roughly hewn out for my
creator to be crucified
how I
wept
when
He was
nailed
then He
d i e d
W v s e d y r o s
a e F e m o t
Written: 03/18/23
the shape of time
is puzzlingly a knot ~ death ain’t the final twist believe it or not
Grief - Visual Vertical Verse
anguish torment
mourning death
unspoken love
weeping wail
always pain
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November 4, 2019
Poetry/Visual Vertical Verse/Shape/Grief
Copyright Protected, ID 19-1193-761-02
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Written for FTI Blog Series 18 - Grief-VVV
Brian Strand
Podium Place 1
I
am
just
a white
feathered quill,
my master’s
only instrument.
I write every one
of his thoughts
until death lies still.
We've been together
through every sunrise
and rain of dreams.
In his hand I write
prose and poetry
in a metaphoric style,
Until he tires and rests
lays me down for a while.
Each moment is a holy pact
as verses become new glitters
of life---that we remain
bound together until
I run out of black ink.
For he's the main artist
and I… time’s quill.
Both of us have
lines to
sew.
We
are
a
D
U
E
T
//iii\\
Show Me Your Shape Contest
For Anthony Slausen
Resubmitted 2/18/2017
leaves talking like friends
as
they
free
fall
a spiritual wind kisses them red
and
squirrels
scurry
under
them
collecting acorns, dusting an earthen shelf.
leaves
softly land
and are raked
into a great gathering
huddled in the autumn air
leaves talking about life and death
2nd place winner
Contest: Leaves Talking
9/15/2016
Cross Of Calvary
I
l a y
m e
down
t o
sleep
I stretch my arms and weep and feel the soldiers strip
and grief, the anguish you endured with grace so deep
Nailed
t o
t h e
cross
f o r
y o u r
death
brought
l i f e
t o
t h e
world
a promise you intended to keep
for our souls to keep with your voice so deep
6/30/2016
Power of Your Love
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=N425kFh3xSI
~Creation~
(Star of David)
God
Is the
Creator
He made the whole
Universe and formed man
The Bible doesn't explain where God just came from
But it says clear that He was always there
This is a mystery to me too
But I just believe, accept
God created all just perfect
In fact made us good and pure
Adam and Eve had wonderful lives
They ruled over everything God made
Adam just didn't have to work for a living
Didn't face pain or death
Till both did sin
After that
It was
Hell
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2010
~Author's Notes:
The 'Star of David' is a poetry
style created by Dorian Petersen Potter, aka ladydp2000,
on October 22, 2009.
Like the smallest intake of air; I deserve not. Like a fantasy and dream
of a woman to have, honor, cherish and love till death;
I deserve not. But God has been
so good to me, even through
the sins amongst my
internal image
that I've
committed
several
times over.
Confessions after
confessions after
confessions, and yet, I'm
breathing in an abundance of
air and I've been blessed with a
woman that's greater than any fantasy and dream
of many dreams. Thank you Father for blessing me...(sigh) Thank you.
Pace, G INK-U-SCRIPT
03-27-2013