Death Triolet Poems | Examples
These Death Triolet poems are examples of Triolet poems about Death. These are the best examples of Triolet Death poems written by international poets.
We live and love, then pass away.
Memories of us linger on
inside the hearts of those who stay.
We live and love, then pass away.
We leave behind our DNA
and to our heirs – a brand new dawn.
We live and love, then pass away.
Memories of us linger on
Lavender wisteria spills
even as your eyes close in sleep
to gaze at dawn on heaven’s hills~
Lavender wisteria spills
a scent so dear my heart refills
with love and loss and I must weep~
Lavender wisteria spills
as your eyes close in timeless sleep.
I.
To dream in binary and bits,
then copy, send with virus-like,
electronic, image file hits.
To dream in binary and bits,
takes computer programming wits.
Like Lawnmower Man, Musk's god-like:
but Elon's prone to enraged fits,
when Teslas burn by fiery blitz.
II.
A.I. Chatbots, like Elon's Grok,
have smarter brainpower, logic,
and circuits than Musk's fanboy flock.
A.I. Chatbots, like Elon's Grok,
use fast, brainy, GPU clocks.
But Donald Trump, demagogic,
compared to Grok is dumb as rocks,
lacks judgment—needs time in the dock!
Sticky Wicket
O molasses sticky wicket -
A groaning preached of tips malaise.
In Boston’s North, ever thicket -
O molasses sticky wicket.
Each towny hand, with no picket,
And hellfire now, they could not raise.
O molasses sticky wicket -
A groaning preached of tips malaise.
An engineer they should have used.
Epic deluge - they could not swim.
Tum’ ache of tank, shouldn’t have refused.
An engineer they should have used.
A blobbish beast, to wayward, fused.
The tank was built upon a whim.
An engineer they should have used
Epic deluge - they could not swim.
Fear not life’s end, for you’ll go on.
God walks warmly alongside death.
Just as night is followed by dawn,
fear not life’s end, for you’ll go on.
Flesh grows cold when to light you’ve gone
and you have breathed your final breath.
Fear not life’s end, for you’ll go on.
God walks warmly alongside death.
Birth and death are but stepping stones,
on our path to eternal life.
Beyond physical skin and bones,
birth and death are but stepping stones.
From our cradles to our tombstones;
life leads souls to the afterlife.
Birth and death are but stepping stones
on our path to eternal life.
I tossed the blanket from my vintage bed,
And lay on my back in the dark'
Thinking about the words left unsaid
I tossed the blanket. From my vintage bed!
Oh, I cannot forget the roses red
Outside the song of a skylark-
I tossed the blanket- from my vintage bed
And lay on my back in the dark!
The sound of snow is velvet soft
speaking with the voice of beauty
as it carries her soul aloft.
The sound of snow is velvet soft
and earthly life is but a waft,
like tellers reading leaves of tea,
but sound of snow still velvet soft
speaking with the voice of beauty.
To young and old, come death and birth,
and both will need someone to care.
A hello and goodbye to earth,
to young and old, come death and birth.
Let's recognize their special worth
and gifts of love that both do share.
To young and old, come death and birth
and both will need someone to care.
hospital walls close in on my fears
sanitized stench of inevitable demise
dreadful trek of dissipating years
hospital walls close in on my fears
smothered by woozy breaths of tears
lanolium as dull as overcast skies
hospital walls close in on my fears
sanitized stench of inevitable demise
hospital walls close in on my fears
dreadful trek of dissipating years
smothered by woozy breaths of tears
sanitized stench of inevitable demise
lanolium as dull as overcast skies
shrouding the hope of eternal ties
Forbidden love, deadly finales, Cupid’s tragic legacy
An altering agonizing fate, a lover's tale the soul it'll violate
Romeo n Juliet had pure love, pure ecstasy
Forbidden love, deadly finales, Cupid’s tragic legacy
Samson’s lust, Delilah’s betrayal bribed from jealousy
Secrets unfurled delayed, poison secures not heaven’s gate
Forbidden love, deadly finales, Cupid’s tragic legacy
An altering agonizing fate, a lover's tale, the soul it'll violate
Like moon on nights of skies unstarred
she lived without her Abelard.
A parched, still plain was Heloise -
like moon on nights of skies unstarred.
In death she would not lose regard
for him who’d been her rain and breeze.
Like moon on nights of skies unstarred,
she lived without her Abelard.
She died, so we're riding behind the hearse one car back.
"Would you like a breath mint?", asks a woman dressed in black.
Why at a death does someone offer a minty tic tac?
She died so we're riding behind the hearse one car back.
Beth died last week after suffering a heart attack.
Please tell me why mints and death combine a dismal fact.
She died, so we're riding behind the hearse one car back.
"Would you like a breath mint?", asks a woman dressed in black.
I enter cemetery’s gate
My tears I cannot see beyond
I hope that it is not to late
I enter cemetery’s gate
In contemplation of my fate
In search of whom I was most fond
I enter cemetery’s gate
My tears I cannot see beyond
Eternal life* of blest delight
Endowed by God as precious gift
Received through faith in Christ as light…
Eternal life of blest delight
Full pardon from sin-causing blight
Grace to share toward heaven’s lift …
Eternal life of blest delight
Endowed by God as precious gift.
*Romans 6:23 “For the wages of sin is death; but the gift of God is eternal life through Jesus Christ our Lord.”
August 2, 2023
2nd place, "Try a Triolet" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Kim Merryman; judged on 8/7/2023