Death Time Poems | Examples
These Death Time poems are examples of Time poems about Death. These are the best examples of Time Death poems written by international poets.
life that knows death
and nevertheless continues
God is gracious
Grace granted after trial, mercy,
stronger than judgment
divine help that was not earned but
given
Ivo is the one preserved through death by grace
The evergreen life that survives the underworld because God has remembered it.
dark woods bright meadow almost home
Someday I shall be happy to say
Everything in life prepared me
for this ~ my very last day
the old clock stirs at midnight,
its single chime a trembling breath.
a moth drifts close as if to ask
what time remembers after death.
Two things in life we can't deny
View time of birth or when we die.
So in-between time ticks away
Know what we do will count each day.
Wise men will keep their time well-paced
Arise then fools, their time they'll waste
Our time creates our greatest test
Power each moment, do your best.
HEART
of cold
solid stone
is now standing guard
silent and unmoving
its tears discarded by time
“time will not remember your name”
When your time comes, will you look death straight in the eye
Will you refuse to go quietly, curse and refuse to die
When the time comes will you cry out and let the tears flow
Will you accept your time has come and it is your time to go
When your time comes, would you prefer to be in hospital or at home
Do you want to be surrounded by strangers, or would you want to die alone
When your time comes, would you want it to be fast or slow
Would you keep it to yourself or want everyone to know
When your time comes, would you want to say goodbye
Or say nothing to loved ones because you don’t want to make them cry
When the time comes and you know that is your fate
Make the most of your life now because death will not wait
Hold your fingers around my soul
as we tightly embrace our love
held as an eternal truth
where death has no meaning
and neither does time
for love's bond is stronger
and will last beyond the measurable
though we are suspended through eternity
it does not hold us
we are the holders of love's existence
the guardians that grace the faceless emotion
that we give a face
as we hold firmly onto each heartbeat's cadence
even as our flesh dries
and our belted arms grow tighter
merging us together in perpetuity
sealed and impenetrable
held in an armored manifestation
of love portrayed as permeant lovers
encased enduringly, frozen in time
never to be unfrozen
Marching fighting living dying keep moving forward there is no time for crying
Attack retreat move forward move back killing the enemy in another attack
Body parts strewn all around on the ground while blood from the dead has turned the dirt red
Death from the land the sea and the air who are we killing dose anyone care
The enemy have no faces and we don't know their name we are just pawns in wars deadly game
Bullets with your name on shells hitting the ground screaming of the dying is the normal sound
Marching fighting living dying keep moving forward as there is no time for crying
Before it ends, before it shall be yore,
Before the beating hearts shall beat no more;
Before our lives shall fade to what's in store;
Before all this, this moment, let's adore.
A baby is born
from a comfy womb torn
Many years later the baby dies
put into the earth with maggots and flies
In the time above ground
baby has ‘his day in the sun’
Invisible, you are, but always, there,
as your sands, fall steadily, grain by grain,
while callow youths forget you without care,
you tick off days of happiness and pain.
Each moment, and each tiny grain of time,
as it goes from the future to the past,
can only fall, and never can it climb,
as those bygone days cannot be recast.
While your slim waist, but one grain will allow,
soon the last one's grim outcome will be wrought,
as I approach the closing, final "now",
I find solace in a comforting thought.
My grandchild's birth is coming soon and then,
hourglass, you'll be flipped over once again.
A silent grace sits on the silvered hair,
Lengthening the seasons to drawn out days,
Not only breath glitters in life’s deep stare,
But also treading through the world’s cold maze.
The tender spring blooms will soon surely fade,
And summer heat will in a while cool down,
But wisdom mustered in the serene shade
Will proliferate the world`s knowledge crown.
True longevity resides not in breath,
But in wise words that we share as a sage,
An age-long heritage that defeats death,
A shining spirit stretching beyond age.
Years are but the reflection of our pace,
While legacy lasts across time and space.
For some, time creeps along
as they wait to say, ‘So long’
For others it’s in a hurry
their grave to dig and them to bury
Outside Death Row, a vigil some keep
some cheer; others weep
Is life profound… Is it deep
Is life dirt cheap
death leaves a void,
but curiosity opens the door to discovery.
an old dungeon of an attic
left abandoned
opens the eyes of treasure seekers
trunks full of clothes,
mysterious contraptions,
faded pictures and postcards
trinkets that at one time
were precious objects
now an eye catcher for collectors.
a wooden framed projector
caught my eye
what a marvelous find I thought
two magnifying glass pieces
set in grooves
holding a small 3x4 picture
held to my eye
what a beautiful sight.
I felt as if I were in the picture
becoming one
encrypted in time
what is this thingamajig called?