Death Spiritual Poems | Examples
These Death Spiritual poems are examples of Spiritual poems about Death. These are the best examples of Spiritual Death poems written by international poets.
Becoming better . . . what does that really mean?
Each person on this planet daily is learning.
Learning in school, yes, but mostly from experience.
In becoming better, will you be returning
to the place of light where God wants for you to be?
Make each new dawn the harbinger
of a glorious and beautiful destiny.
Let love be the tune your heartstrings are strumming
so that in death, you’re rebirthed into heaven’s sunrise
as the effervescent spirit you’re becoming.
As I look back
failure was never
an option…
destined
to repeat until the lesson
learned –
As I look back,
I have been schooled
and graded for life
by death --
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The soul skips and bumps
a corduroy road – these often
alter pass vehicles we call the
Human Body And Currier --
I transport no angel messages
nor devils to lament --
no convictions other than
my time profitably spent --
Profitably Spent, not meaning an
accumulation of victories...but a
process of divining, sinking – drawing
out of the earth more than I ever put in….
Now torn from out the home I’ve ever known,
Propelled by unseen winds to stray away,
The chilling rain that bathes my form is shown
By moonlight in this dance of swift decay.
I twist and turn as tender veins now tear,
Impelled by gales that push me to the dark;
My frantic tumble plunges down to bear
With sudden force against this rugged bark.
Yet, resting in this comforting domain,
I bow, amazed to know the sun will rise;
A deeper life shall bless the soil again,
Where quiet roots ignore the stormy skies.
Held fast within the forest’s cool embrace,
I fade into the shadows of this place.
She opens her eyes at dawn,
Finding a moment of peace
Before the day is drawn.
Noise of life soon intrudes
To underscore futile busyness
Like improvised etudes.
You my soul is the very essence of who I am.
You rule my head, heart, and emotions-
I remain trapped in your pulse.
You are my teacher, lover, and guiding light.
Allowing me to function in the highest form as-
I taste your truth.
Setting the ground rules and direct my personality.
You dictate my behaviour, creating my inner being-
I am the asylum of your ache.
Although you keep me under a tight rein
While you release any negativity or opposition I may bear like-
Verses in the Ash
You remain my free spirit, allowing connection to others.
Embracing all the goodness and beauty within my surroundings.
You forgive, love, and continue to guide me through my unique existence.
Upon my death you my soul, I will release into infinity to -
Where orchids dream
I am my soul.
The Christian who preaches
death and destruction, End
Times, is little better than the
Tyrant who says, do as the
state says, or suffer the consequences --
we are no good to heaven if we
arrive there for fear of damnation.
No sane father, beyond the years
of a child’s early development, wants his child
to fear him. Love but not fear. Love
and fear cannot coexist. Sin wants
us to fear. Love does not. Dropping
bombs or dropping damnation are one
in the same. It is man’s way, and not
the way of our nurturing God. Love
is the Light and Way of a harmonic
universe....
(“Perception and Reality Merit Badge”, 2015, original oil)
We think we’re something we are not
And it’s obvious what that is
To those who know what we are not.
Some think they are smart when they aren’t
Or thin, or strong, or talented, or beautiful
When it’s clear to everyone else they aren’t
Some think they are a male or female
When it’s obvious they aren’t
Even when they try with drastic measures
And authoritarian means to force agreement
There is still the small child within us
Who simply remarks
The Emperor is yet again not wearing any clothes.
Our lives become a continual progression
Of such false beliefs and misguided hopes
With death the ultimate test at the end
Will we die then
Or only realize our body all along was simply
Something we are not.
(6/26/26)
GIVING GOD’S WILL SOME THOUGHT
Of death, do not fear;
No one will live forever:
Only spirits will:-
While our death is preordained,
So is eternal spirit:-
Holy is God’s will.
Though our bodies will pass on,
Our spirits will not.
Let it be our will to live
In fearless labors of love:-
Seek to live God’s will:
A life of love and justice;
Fighting injustice:-
Where love abides, injustice
Will never ever have life:-
You can’t live in love,
If you support injustice
With a weird free will:-
Attempting such, will leave here,
A spirit that’s not wanted:-
Part 1
So, the Old Cat and I were talking this morning. We were in the kitchen. No one else was awake. I was enjoying my first cuppa and he was grooming. We came to the conclusion that Life Is What It Is: Run like mad from the oncoming freight train, and never neglect a nice spot of sunshine.
Part 2
Death is a freight train
hauling cargo to the afterlife~
your ticket is punched,
your departure is scheduled.
Part 3
Let us drink from the waters of forgetfulness
On the shores of the Lethe,
Nearby waits the place of which philosophers spoke
Grasping for the eternal cosmos of being;
Everlasting existence without ego,
Vanity is vanquished when shedding the mortal coil
In-between what was and what is to come~
Transforming into glorious light,
Yearning to be free.
Our heartbeat stalled for a moment,
whence with life extinguished, we fell
but the Grim Reaper stayed his hand,
placing us back in body shell.
Lost in trance we think not of death,
wishing to live on for all time,
pursuing objects of desire,
heart seeking new mountains to climb.
Befriending the vast, vibrant void,
at source, as the eye of the eye,
becoming the bliss flame itself,
we saw life’s a dream, a big lie.
Who we are is pure living light
and not decaying form of dust;
our quintessence can never die,
nurtured by God, whose touch we trust.
God's gift*
life's lift...
strength's zest
life blest...
love's might
life's light...
grace-birth
life's worth...
hope flows
life glows.
*Romans 6:23 For the wages of sin is death; but the gift of God is eternal life through Jesus Christ our Lord.
May 25, 2026
10th place, "1475" Poetry Writing Premiere Contest
Sponsored by Brian Strand; judged on 5/26/2026
many rituals,
from birth till the death
breath folds each goodbye.
Imitated feast-
ceremonies choking on fear
shrinking from them.
shame of the ceremony
when mandop lacks pomp and guests,
no minister (or M.L.A) comes.
ashamed of parent's death
if ceremonies not grand
although not fed (him) well.
ashamed at his own death
while rites are not made grand
before the (watching ) people.
Heart’s
rhythmic
pulsations
are unnoticed
till the moment when
God’s life force is withdrawn,
when staring death in the face,
our heart is frozen with deep fear,
knowing not what lies in the beyond
and worse is there life after death or not.
Oh worthy hermit, garner clear sight now,
that after ego death heart then knows
our true home is outside space-time,
living light drenched in bliss mists,
thus nothing need be feared
since life is a dream
from which we will
soon awake
as God’s
light.
By unfocusing the focus of our gaze,
the shift enabled solely by heart’s intent,
by restoring vision focus we amaze,
presence in the path of ascent and descent,
caused by choiceless choice as in the void we laze,
whilst granting our innate playfulness consent.
After sight it is hearing, touch, taste and smell,
detachment from form, for ego it’s death knell.
My beloved are the stars at night ~
gone family, friends and even pets . . . sparkle !
Oh, with stars I weave a bracelet . . .
it glows with love upon my wrist
becoming a precious secret I keep within,
and I alone . . . behold my star bracelet !