Short Death Song Poems

How? -- Pow
When? -- Then
Where? -- There
  Why? -- Die
  Who? -- You...

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muddy waters recede
give up beloved dead recovered
appalachian songs eternal...

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broken barn in wind 
under rusted weathervane 
death song squeaks all day...

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oh awful you are
coming like a wail wind
pretending to be helpful
come and steal my love away...

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Dying alone,
a forgotten song

Last lyric unsung
—muted and gone

(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2017)...

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our sadness
not to know the power of now
beyond toys and stars
we cling to our last breath song
held so silently in the now...

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A corpse isn't done when it's still
We could provide it a thrill
With will there's a way
To play one more day
Provided someone pays the bill...

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Purple boots, he said
  the odd phrase
clanging in his head

Purple boots, he'd bled
  E'er since a poor boy
had tread in those colors
  for his warrior gang

Purple boots, he nearly sang
  as bullets strafed him
the odd phrase 
  to caskets clanged...

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Rolling waves crash in
Spinning over my cast head
Playing a death song
Screeching siren echoing
Piercing my ill-laden ears

I listen, I hear
The cymbals of the huge waves
Resound their glory
The great gravity is brave
Conquers in my mind and soul

Russell Sivey...

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I've been working in the crematory,
All the livelong sob story,
Can’t you hear the gas jets breathing?
Play too close and you’ll get urned.
Plus we only queue up two-a-day,
So you could really mess us up,
too.
Till six o’clock when on the dot,
The valves are turned to plumb true,
The breathing stops,
Yabadabadoo....

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in the sound of metal
in the grind of the night
speaks the priests of underworld delights

arise deceased beast, be yet reborn
rise with blood on your horns~ 
make too your minions, with fire in toll 
burn earth's, evolution and more 

covered in ash, stained with blood
atom Bible, earth's unloved~ 

aka:lyricvixen...

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Air of twilight hour resonated in the silence of death,

I heard it compose the requiem for my final breath.

When at dawn the cadence of the symphony would stop, 

you would find me in the transfixed glimmer of dewdrop. 


Written : September 15, 2020
Stanza taken from poem : Requiem For The Final Breath
Contest : Rithimus Divisa 3
Sponsor : Gregory R Barden...

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Sky filters through scant woods
printing a cold sunlight on shadowed tree trunks.

Only December has this light,
it both scours and forages,
it scythes away all heaped-up flotsam.
A December wind,
sings its own death song.
Ice hangs unseen upon the air.

The woodland acres shimmer,
then tremble upon a long fading note,
one that ushers in
last rites and other mixed blessings....

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To meet death head on,
You need but a song
  —to carry you on your way

The words needn’t matter
If the melody flatters
  —to be hummed by the people who stay

To meet death head on,
You need only one song
  —that your children may sing out of tune

Because the years they go fast,
Only memories last
  —as May gives up her flowers to June

(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2015)...

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I want to die!
This is sung by you and I!
this game we've played,
distanced by day.
This love we share,
one day i cannot bear.
This hatred endured,
Burning to end this whore.

I want to die!
This song of mine!
In nine days time!
Blacken this cursed world.
A throwing knife id hurled.
It hit along the wall,
i hadnt hit the girl at all.

I want to die!
This is sung by you and I!...

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Paint ponies by the lodge
White manes

Turned silver in the moon’s glow
Taste of Mother Earth

Burden baskets hang at the door
They hold many seasons

Of worries & fears
The night owl comes

He sings the death song
Your time here has ended

The West door beckons you
Night Owl grows silent

© March 1984



In Memory of Jacob Michael MacCallister
March 18, 1957 ~ January 26, 1983...

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Hymnals of light in the autumnal woods
shafts of sunlight
printing prayers on every shadowed trunk.
Only September has this light,
October will come with a witches broom,
a stiff switch to scour and scythe,
that light will be a death song
one sung by ancient and native winds.
For now, maybe just for this day,
the woodland acres glow
they seem to tremble slightly
as a gentile sunlight
ushers in last rites and blessings....

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'spring forth'
called the sparrow
to the little blue jay

'come forth'
called the sparrow 
to the master cardinal

'fly forth'
called the sparrow 
to the fowl population

'twitter tworth'
called the sparrow
to the big snowy owl

'flitter forth'
called the sparrow
to the little pond of ducks

'see this dwarf?'
asked the sparrow
to the little crowd of friends

'of course'
said the sparrow
'he flew forth first'...

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Siren Song

“My aching bones protruding desire; 
My mind overtaken by time immemorial. 
A wasteland of dissociation, barren yet flourishing
With fruitful anamnesis of a necromantic epoch; 
Oh Poseidon- how I long for home. 
To endure the Fateful death song that spills from these lips, 
Our sweet entanglement transforms to unity; 
Sweet Liberation! My deliverance is in your aqueous grasp!
Dulcis Mortem- liberare eos de vincula vitae.”

~ NC...

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Smile of Death
haunting you day to day
smile of death
it’s coming to play
smile of death
fear bottled up inside you
you fear to do wrong
in your dreams is the smile of death singing that death song
so long, cold and full of hate
that smile of black teeth and cracks
you see no joy just cold
it’s known the smile of death that kill
kill lost souls that are already dead
dead from the life they live and struggle
smile of death
smile of death
there will be no one left...

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