Death Soulmate Poems | Examples
These Death Soulmate poems are examples of Soulmate poems about Death. These are the best examples of Soulmate Death poems written by international poets.
The duties are paid, yet restless remain these eyes,
Without my beloved’s sight, in vain remain these eyes.
His radiance softened my roughness away,
Helpless in their watchful pain remain these eyes.
Truth is no healer holds a cure to impart,
Afflicted with the illness of heart remain these eyes.
I cannot accept that another may see,
Slayers of grief and disgrace remain these eyes.
“Bhav” still stands humbled in the endless queue,
Whether love’s confession or death remain these eyes.
Metaphor and simile have been with the human race for thousands of years. This is my English translation of an excerpt from an ancient Egyptian poem estimated to be around 4,000 years old:
Excerpt from "Dialogue of a Misanthrope with his Soul"
(ancient Egyptian poem circa 2000 BC)
loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch
Death lies before me:
like a sick man’s recovery,
like entering a garden after an interminable illness.
Death lies before me:
like the fragrance of myrrh,
like sitting beneath a billowing sail with a favorable wind.
Death lies before me:
like swimming in the course of a stream,
like a man’s return from the slave-galley to freedom.
Death lies before me:
like the sky when it clears,
like a man's longing to see his home after countless years of captivity.
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For Aunt Carolyn, in memory of Uncle Dennis
They were just teens outside a gift shop door,
He said, "Come on, Darling, let’s go explore."
With a wink and a grin, and her hand in his,
They stepped into life, not knowing how rare love like this is.
From navy bases to state lines they flew,
Boxes unpacked and smiles that grew.
Never a house—always a home,
Because love made each place their own.
He’d kiss her forehead, she'd fix his tie,
Even their bickering made cupids sigh.
Like teenagers dancing in a kitchen floor war,
Even their "fights" left you loving them more.
They held hands through hospital halls,
Through birthday cake crumbs and late-night calls.
And even when life was painfully tough,
They reminded us all—true love is enough.
Now she stands where he once stood near,
A bit more quiet, but holding him dear.
Because the thing about love that’s truly true—
Is it doesn’t end. It just waits for you.
So Aunt Carolyn, brave heart, please know this is true:
He’s just ahead now, saving a seat for you.
Still saying with that boyish grin so clever:
"Come on, Darling... let’s do forever."
(“Before the Door”, 2023, original encaustic)
Chance Meeting
Where were you when we met just now
In something of a hub,
Airport terminal or hotel lobby,
As you walked right by
And our eyes met
Yours growing in shocked amazement
As you exclaimed,
“What are you doing here!?”
And we hugged in warm embrace.
You now long gone
And yet still we meet in transit
Each of us on our tangential ways
The years between us now stripping away
All the layers those years built
As we are left
More ourselves than ever
Revealing what was always
At the core.
(6/17/25)
Written on May 31, 2025
By Gail DeBole
We were just two people who met
and live vows with utmost respect.
The world would keep going
If our lives didn’t align.
But lucky for us
That the universe was kind.
Yes, we met and keep going.
“Til Death Do Us Part.”
Living a life not always easy,
But so full of heart.
Our history is ours that no one can steal.
Our feelings are strong because they are real.
So, those who are prudent don’t always need
To live an “over-the-top” life for all the world to see.
The “Salt of the Earth” are the people who live
true to each other, who compromise, and forgive.
They say that those in hell won't come back. Internally in pits of darkness, it's the hardest thing to break someone free.
Wanna hear about the night that Chris Nielson died? Wanna hear about the night his wife Annie couldn't take anymore, the night Annie's mind got fried?
Both of them trying not dwell and continue to live. Both of them forced to celebrate triple D day, with so much more to give.
Chris enters first, seeing all the beauty and wonders just beyond the gate. Searching for something familiar, searching for his kids, he soon learns their fate.
Annie can't deal with the grief. Annie decides to take her own life. She finally had the last cut. They finally pulled her last straw, taking her title as a wife.
Chris can't let this be he won't her rest until home. With a heart so pure, a love so deep, he will never be alone.
To be loved this much, to be cared for more. The only hell Chris knows is a world without Annie. What a bore.
Have I turned to see your beautiful
metal stiff body, that shines through
the rivers of thoughts, I've seen you before.
Entered and broken picture with no frame
multidimensional portrait of my future lady
thousand years and soulless time machine.
Bring me back to you am I just a fool,
for loving you, the flower has died,
frozen ground and tough love, your garden,
enter the mirror, leave your figure, timeless death.
“Ah, dear friend, speak… speak while you still can,
While they’re still beside you,
For once death arrive,
Only regret remains to converse with.”
~Byeol
In the end it just don’t matter, it matters no more.
This broken body so shattered can’t fight anymore.
Memories alone appear and play through in the mind.
Sorrows once owned and feared now fade into time.
Thoughts over fears of what will be now.
People so dear won’t be around.
Is this soul preparing to go somewhere new?
Because it’ll never stop loving and searching for you.
The first time I met the ocean,
it roared in welcome,
a vast and restless beast—
powerful, endless, untamed.
Yet the sand held it still,
defiant, unbowed, unbroken.
Life and death, locked in a dance,
whispering promises I did not yet understand.
The air was thick with salt and sun,
golden waves swallowing the sky.
A tuk-tuk rattled near the shore,
its driver, a grinning guide to secrets
woven in the wind.
He spoke of the beach, its hidden alleys,
its shadowed souls.
Then he showed me her—
a woman alone, hunched in sorrow,
staring past the edge of the world.
The sea mirrored her silence,
rolling endlessly forward, pulling back.
A ghost of someone loved once,
now lost to the needle’s cruel embrace.
Her husband had been buried in waves or earth—
it no longer mattered.
The sun draped its last light upon her,
a warning, a farewell,
or maybe just a promise
that it would rise again tomorrow.
The first time I met the ocean,
it roared in welcome,
a vast and restless beast—
powerful, endless, untamed.
Yet the sand held it still,
defiant, unbowed, unbroken.
Life and death, locked in a dance,
whispering promises I did not yet understand.
The air was thick with salt and sun,
golden waves swallowing the sky.
A tuk-tuk rattled near the shore,
its driver, a grinning guide to secrets
woven in the wind.
He spoke of the beach, its hidden alleys,
its shadowed souls.
Then he showed me her—
a woman alone, hunched in sorrow,
staring past the edge of the world.
The sea mirrored her silence,
rolling endlessly forward, pulling back.
A ghost of someone loved once,
now lost to the needle’s cruel embrace.
Her husband had been buried in waves or earth—
it no longer mattered.
The sun draped its last light upon her,
a warning, a farewell,
or maybe just a promise
that it would rise again tomorrow.
Drowning anguish,
Black bleached seamstress,
In eyes share intimacy,
In life comes wonder,
An ire forelivid,
A tomorrow for two,
Stars wretched in darkness,
Breathing for the hand,
Of the dark ocean hue.
I'm a single boy with wonderful dreams
Dreams of finding a soulmate matching my wishes
Wishes I formulated from a good morning
Morning to have you forever
Forever until death parts you and me
My fantasy as a boy is not any dream
A dream with my soulmate
Soulmate for me to marry
Marry after a thriving relationship
Relationship with a heavenly angel
Angel and a soulmate to espouse,
Espouse after I've madly befriended you.
You're the love I smell, my unique rose.
Rose and my purposeful confidante.
Confidante for life, good or bad.
That is my dream—to have you
You, as my fitting genotype chum,
Chum, we match behavior and education.
You'll break my singlehood; you're my real crony.
Poem by Mugisho N.
Onward as I mend my way
Looking towards the sheep go astray
Then in a flash appears that moment
Which I did many a time didst contemplate
Now lies it's reflection amidst shadows
For my heart did yearn but once.
Calling in the distance is the horn
to which these kids thus borne
Hading their way through glorious glen
Merry would have been my soul
Which now lurks amidst life and confusion
For my heart did yearn but once.
Gathering dust as the flock leads
Looking for more fern to feed
For the sky darkens with smoke
many a home didst light up
As the sun set making way for dark
For my heart did yearn but once
The path is long and tiresome
carrying my burden is wearisome
Looking ahead even in the night
With careful steps I glide
Under the stars that sparkle
As my heart did yearn but once.
Surrounded by the cold dark night.
You're all that I have, so I hold you tight.
No warm bed could be found.
So in your car we are sleeping sound.
And high up in the sky above
Hangs a sliver of a Golden Moon.
Since I met you,
My days are brighter.
My life is better,
My smile wider.
As our relationship
Continues to bloom.
Some time has past,
And I have grown.
Willing to leave behind,
All I've known.
To start anew, to start with you.
Beneath the sliver of
A brilliant golden moon.
Never have I seen the world like this.
Or felt such love in the touch of a kiss.
For once in my life where ever I roam,
With you by my side it feels like home
10 years later and you have passed on.
My world is shaken, all feels wrong.
But every night, I look above
Hoping to find some trace of love.
A moment of peace, a memory of you
Beneath the sliver
Of a brilliant Golden Moon.