Death Sijo Poems | Examples
These Death Sijo poems are examples of Sijo poems about Death. These are the best examples of Sijo Death poems written by international poets.
You automatically came back from ten near deaths every time,
So why would you want to go through it all so many times?
You cannot escape the life that you are destined to live.
In the end my soul shall return to the world of shadow,
For all throughout my own life I've been nothing but hollow,
And for me death has always been the only thing that is hallow.
Get to be living in distraction and some denial,
As she will soon ascend to Heaven in a little while.
Living life behind this biggest lie of a falsely happy smile.
In this summer month of her what would have been her 21st birthday,
I see bed of withering red orange tiger lilies and say,
"Your death reddened you, yellow flower, into an orange, then red."
I know how the cycles of life, death, and rebirth can be unfair.
I know how it used to feel like they never showed they care.
I know how it feels when nobody at all wants to share.
I'll deafen my ears before everyone else disappears,
So I can have the most quietest peace of mind that hears their ghosts.
What would I give then for others to be their living hosts?
Junipers symbolized rest and refuge in ancient times.
Elijah, Job, and Jeremiah were drawn to these special trees.
During their worst times, resting beneath them, they pondered life and death.
Her smile shattered by the sadistic.
Eve became a statistic.
The serpent tied the sling.
Claustrophobic catastrophe - frail wing.
Her bundle of joys
blown to smithereens, her angel boys.
A young babe was born in the middle of the month of May.
She lost her mother in a sad way days before her first birthday.
To this day and from now on we miss her in every single way.
He all of a sudden experiences a new psychosis,
As he solemnly stands in the sunset in his grieving process,
Tossing onto her grave a thousand stemless red roses.
Illuminated golden cherry blossoms had slowly descended
As the secret lovers and their wretched curse had ended.
Their souls, through the essence of magic, finally ascended.
Just like my ridiculous amount of financial debt,
With the amount of lost rest accumulated as a sleep debt,
These will never be repaid until the day I am surely dead.
Who will be beside me in my own death bed in the very end?
Will it be members of my family or at least an old friend?
Only God knows who I will see before my exact end.
I wear the most fragrant of all fragrances called Champagne Toast,
Because it was the specific scent she had loved the most,
So I am also in a way honouring her very own ghost.
Smoking a cigarette while staring at these sparkling lights.
Wondering about just what or just whom I should decide.
But all I can think about is death or committing suicide.