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.
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
Categories:
shape, film, love,
And I remember the rain before it ever started—
the smell of asphalt humming like old vinyl static under my ribs.
You were talking about birds, maybe,
or death, or the last time your mother called, and
I wasn’t listening,
because I was thinking about a dream
where the walls kept pulsing like lungs
and my teeth floated away on tiny rafts
made of gum wrappers and apologies.
And I thought:
How did we get so tired
without ever running?
There’s a window I keep forgetting to close,
and a silence shaped exactly like your absence
folded into the corners of this room,
like the way a spider folds its legs in when it dies—
which is not a metaphor,
but maybe it is.
Everything becomes a metaphor eventually:
grief,
joy,
you.
And I keep writing you in lowercase,
because capitals feel too loud for something
I only whisper in the dark—
something like: stay,
something like: I was never good at doors,
or goodbyes,
or staying still long enough to hear the echo.
The clock has no hands tonight,
and time tastes like metal in my mouth.
The moon keeps peeking like a guilty lover,
and I say: I know.
And I say: It’s okay.
But I don’t know.
And it’s not.
Categories:
shape, metaphor,
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.
Categories:
shape, body, death, life, world,
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.
Categories:
shape, death, life,
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
*
Categories:
lost love,
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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.
Categories:
christmas, tree,
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((((())))) ((()))
w /
i /
t o r n f r o m l i f e
h A
l leaf
o afloat
n falls fast
e dead
l
i
n
e
s
absorbed
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Categories:
analogy, death,
(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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Categories:
death, humanity, scary,
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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
Categories:
death of a friend,
The skies grew dark
this day, anxiety stretched under the blanket of darkness.
On bended knees they all gathered round at the bottom of the c r o s s
realizing what they'd done to the Son of the Father. Jesus gazed at their grief
some hatred and others a vision of tortured souls full of , grief, and anguish
and sounds of raining tears; all they could see was the blood- stained c r o s s,
they forgot that He was a gift for us all. Once more He arose on the third day
to be seen only to those chosen ones who spoke, ate, and drank with Him,
to receive Him back as Lord. After the Lord Jesus had spoken to them,
He was taken up to heaven to sit at the right hand of
The F a t h e r. Through H i s death and
R e s u r r e c t I o n
He reconciled us
with deep love
back to the
Father.
Categories:
gospel,
the shape of time
is puzzlingly a knot ~ death ain’t the final twist believe it or not
Categories:
shape, allusion, life, time,
At the font of her own misery she wept silently
beneath a parapet sky of midnight blue
Silver stars enmeshed and softened the water
as she drew closer to the only venue of comfort
she knew, ...
Amongst the conference of moon's effulgence
lay a quiet angel listening
to the in and outs, of a sweet girl's breath
A pear shaped tear fell on her pillowed cheek
not a spark from the heavens could rouse her
not a single whisper from Jala could end
the sorrow that threatened to engulf her being ;
At the brink of disaster a healing hand reached out
softer then the caress of the breeze
gentler then the brush of wings
As she stood beneath the silver stars eyes glistening,
she found the edge line of the water and giving it
once last look, she embraced her fears and jumped..
June 23, 2021
Contest Name: The Shape Of Water
Sponsor: Craig Cornish
Categories:
shape, death,
SPRING NOTES
I don’t ask for the meaning of the song of a bird
or the rising of the sun on a misty morning.
There they are, and they are beautiful.
Pete Hamill
Spring
((tanager)) ((cardinal))
notes, each branch.
((robin)) ((bluebird)) ((bunting))
Tiers of colorful confetti.
((oriole)) ((grosbeak)) ((chickadee)) ((kiskadee))
~ Virtuous Winter covered in blue ~
((goldfinch)) ((kinglet)) ((sunbird)) ((crow)) ((thrush))
~ Snow angels spread their wings in hatch ~
((dove)) ((nightingale)) ((lark)) ((swallow))
Choir all the rave, dispatched, after long retreat.
((warbler)) ((wren)) ((meadowlark)) ((sparrow))
Greenery at its peak, beaks held high, majestic conductor.
((grossbeak)) ((tit)) ((jay)) ((kingfisher)) ((bullfinch))
Sweet songs of longing, life, death, in the warmth of the sun.
2/17/2021
SPRING BIRDS
Sponsor: Constance La France
Categories:
bird, song, spring,
……….gale force winds announce the doom
…………………..portent of a dark and deathly gloom
…………………………..a maddening shriek of raging wind
……………………….howling terror the frightening din
………….rips great trees from the ground
….tosses the structures all around
………….raging malice haunting fright
………………twister spinning in the night
……………………….darkened clouds surging
…………….wind and rain merging
…..funnel of mighty hell
..tolls the death knell
…………terrors bloody ride
…………………..nowhere to hide
…………spinning away
…….from all that
…………..used to be
……..what we
…………called
………..this
………..life
Categories:
nature,
The Shape of Mourning
by Michael R. Burch
The shape of mourning
is an oiled creel
shining with unuse,
the bolt of cold steel
on a locker
shielding memory,
the monthly penance
of flowers,
the annual wake,
the face in the photograph
no longer dissolving under scrutiny,
becoming a keepsake,
the useless mower
lying forgotten
in weeds,
rings and crosses and
all the paraphernalia
the soul no longer needs.
Keywords/Tags: life, death, death of a friend, grave, memory, memories, memorial, mourning, funeral, shape, mourning, eulogy, bolt, steel, locker, penance, wake, keepsake, keepsakes, memento, mementos, rings, crosses, paraphernalia
Categories:
shape, death, death of a