Death Terza Rima Poems | Examples
These Death Terza Rima poems are examples of Terza Rima poems about Death. These are the best examples of Terza Rima Death poems written by international poets.
Step in, step in darling Elizabeth
from this black night, so eerie, dark and still.
You look so pale, as if you're scared to death.
Please come in from the cold and icy chill.
Welcome to our underground lupine den.
I know that your warm young blood will thrill
to know us as when there were no vile men -
ancient times, before your insipid dog
was domesticated or put in a pen.
Forget him, in a charmed, enchanted fog,
as you're welcomed to our society,
outside, just beetles and a hollow log.
My dear - you're losing your anxiety!
Now, hear our lonesome, mournful, moonward howl.
Don't let it jolt you to sobriety,
nor listen to, above, the wise old owl
who warns you of a fate, unkind and foul.
To all the dead flowers your colors remain;
The future is budding with an echoed hue,
there is a glimpse in the cleansing rain;
Trapped inside you’re fed to a sundew
energy transformed but still it grows;
Generations will come to know you;
A relentless spirit does not decompose,
held by others it’s amplified and lives on;
Your aura becomes even more grandiose;
Pollinating your passion is the mission,
mastering this ability one in a million.
I felt like I was running against the clock
Hurtling through a tunnel bathed in light,
Experiencing a sudden, shattering shock.
And still the peaceful overarching sight
That all would be well for me over there
Hurtling through a tunnel bathed in light.
Then I felt my soul in astral everywhere
A sense of resolution brought peace anon,
That all would be well for me over there.
Suddenly light at tunnel’s end was dawn,
A whisper said the time had not yet come
Filmy curtains of separation were drawn,
I awakened in recovery completely numb.
NINTH PLACE WINNER
Written May 1, 2022
for "Near Death Experience" Poetry Contest
sponsored by Chantelle Anne Cooke
Gender determined behavioural change
Looking at wayside beggars with disdain
Religious bias, our prejudice strange
Fairer skin colour, making us feel vain
The way we dress and speak, ego complex
Shifty eyes belie, that our heart is stained
Conflicting emotions, puzzle and vex
In truth we yearn for childlike innocence
This life game of pretence, leaves us perplexed
Let us rise hermit, from our fallen stance
Death will come one day, meanwhile let us dance
19-June-2021
Are our spirits that of the great Thunderbird
sowing their seeds within the powerful storm
are we just feathers afloat like useless words
slowly they float down landing within the form.
See the steamy breath rise from the buffalo
the majestic beast with his coat is quite warm.
Are you grasped by a mournful wolves howling woe
such lonely sadness during the bright full moon
or the growl of a grizzly rumbling off slow.
Did you hear screaming rain forests die last June
dropped by the millions and now gone forever.
most human's slept soundly the night they were hewn.
Mother Nature's anger is now our weather;
will we see forty below next September?
3/10/2021
While Mother Earth Gently Moans Poetry Content
Sponsor: D.W. Rodgers
I have always run with a Phoenix
Don’t try and tell me how to fly
Smoked passion singed wingtips
You never saw the fire in my eyes
But you lit a match and watched it burn
Every single time you made me cry
Tears of a Phoenix take a magical turn
Every nightmare keeps on intensifying
Edge of death is a welcome rebirth
Scream, howl, leave me shattering
Tears of a Phoenix they heal anything.
I cannot wait for forty days
For this life is all too fleeting
And forty nights without your gaze.
Might well stop my heart from beating
So send me off to hermitage
Where no one will hear my bleating.
Yet such must be our heritage
When death from plague lies in the air
Life’s price in an uncertain age.
Believers may find peace in prayer
Yet for me their words ring hollow
And so alone, I face death’s stare.
But cannot cross though lights are low
For it’s your flame I must follow.
The word "quarantine" originates from quarantena, the Venetian language form, meaning "forty days". This is due to the 40-day isolation of ships and people practised as a measure of disease prevention related to the plague.Wickipedia
It had to be a dream
But so, so real
It did seem
And it did feel
Like everything in sight
Had it's own appeal
Oh how bright
Was the black
Of the night
Then the attack
From all around
Front and back
Unbelievable was the sound
Of pain's own cry
Even through the ground
Fight or fly
No! run and hide
Stay and die
Not hard to decide
It seems to be everywhere
Escape I tried
It didn't care
I could feel the cold, dead touch
Through my soul it did tear
The pain was much
More than anything
Unbearable or such
Fearing what it will bring
Resist, fight and pray
To the one and only King
I am not prey
Never have been
And not that day
Darkness you have a funny way of shading the light
colour coding from such a pit spinning the web of deceit
clouds within suffering victims cry to the heaven's
Shame on such corrupt souls poisoned by lies
twisting truth shows bad manners condemning justice
to speak correctly false faced inside forked tongues
Where the poor are heavily burdened inside such greed
values no longer hold the ground to address this shift backwards
principles are darned from the fabric sewn into morality
Backwards thinking science crosses a great divide in society
slavery is rising fast where the toils of labour have been reduced
to crusts little crumbs are being swept away like worthless pieces of dust
A voodoo doctor promotes death
in an open arena to the living
his crime is heresy killing of souls
This from his unholy ancient domain pride
you are making a mockery of the words written
on stone Thou shalt not kill
He whom plays the fool in my eyes the beggar
no good tools work in Irish politics
because if their was they would stand up and be counted
Silently, she lays there with the humming machines nearby.
Her listless body just waiting to finally release her spirit.
Blissfully, we shared happiness, but now must say good-bye.
I’ve one last thing to say to you and I hope you can hear it:
I thank you for everything you’ve done for and been to me
As we enjoyed life together – now death, you are so near it.
It’s okay now, my love, to let your soul go free.
Although I will miss you dearly, your suffering should end
But please, take your last breath knowing how I loved thee.
It’s so hard to say good-bye to you, my dearest, loving friend.
When my last breath I do take, we will be together once again.