Short Dying Poems
Short Dying Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Dying by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Dying by length and keyword.
pollution
shrivels lungs
a slow death
we’ve abused
Mother Earth
now we pay
from afar
an angel
softly weeps
Poison is sometimes a food
To all food no more in need
Poison has a day of death
No or more poison thereafter that
(revised to exclude question mark)
some pray – but die
others recover. . .
is our death day destined
October 21, 2019
Big fortitude
Big fortitude
Big fortitude
And the people around me,
The people around me,
The people around me again
You're dying....
I'm Cancer,
No denying.
I'm happy
No lying,
Years fighting,
Years trying,
I love that,
You're dying.
patches of coarse green grass
seem like raw silk yarn
pearls of dew supple them
glimmer as dyed green linen
Place: 3rd
Comatose and half dead
Yet hearing every word they said.
It couldn’t be worse for me or them.
Expect my death, and pray-Amen.
dying grandfather
child of hot rods and whiskey
unsure bellowing at nurses
defines a life of loudness,
cargiving and alcoholism
Lock me away in the tower of dread and fear,
Watch my life slowly disapear,
Burning a painful death,
Taking in my last breath!!!!
Form:
The greatest ecstasy of life
is the certainty of dying of love,
but living with it even beyond death
since death does not exist
Eyes shrouded how bright the sky burns tonight summers dying show
Contest : Nature Monoku ~ Single Line
Did not place
do know
the dying crane
has it spoken in to
in to your brain
so what of the sticks
magic now
not covered in bricks
who said how
Please Just hold my hand
Nothing to fear if you do
For I am going
To travel in the heavens
To a place of perfect peace
3/2/19
Poetically, i die
all days... and
i live this way...
my fear
is stop dying... !
How will I live...
How Will i survive !
Controlled to extremes
Unable to move
Without you leering at me
I slowly starve of reality
Of air
Suffocating
Drowning
'Me'
Dies
The one who in freedom yearns to live
Must be prepared for his life to give!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
26 March 2021
How do men draw their last breaths?
A thousand men - a thousand deaths.
Yet, this Dodger fan, one man am I,
knows a thousand ways to die.
plastic seas sick and
dissipating birdless skies
swaddle ash and dust
***
Grandma's a mess
gotta talk to dad
about maid service
***
There once was a man on the beach
Hoping for women to meet
To try to look thin
He held his breath in
And passed out dead at their feet.
Same lips bring
Smile and laugh
Some are living letting them to smile
Some are dying letting others to laugh
Same lips bring
Smile and laugh
My heart whisked away after your death.
My soul couldn’t handle the disaster.
You were so gracefully perfect.
The way you walked.
Your sweet voice.
I miss
you.
Tanka 7 – My Dying Friend
my old hurting heart
my dying friend – part of me
eternal questions:
life beyond death... nothingness...
it really doesn’t matter
Supermarkets are dying fast
Home delivery is now in the forecast
Delivery no charge
Changes seem hard
But markets will compete as in times past
The reaper has no
Reservations; he works from
A well-defined list.
Numbers revolve in
Cosmic order; when one is
Up, it is just up.