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Beautiful Poems About Death
Poem Details | by SKAT A |
Categories: absence, death, emo, emotions, sorrow,

Broken

~Suicidal Night~

I sit alone in the dark
In the dark I sit alone
Nobody sees me
I see nobody

Flowers, above
My eyes have darkened to a color never seen before
Forever closed!
 
It Rains!
It Rains!

In this room, I've drowned too many times
I remember cascades of water under my eyes
My satin sheets wrinkle and cold
I die and die every night
No one sees the pain that kills me every day
Wounds that reach 6 feet deep

Lucid demons
Bleeding wrist
Scary dreams
My mind is screaming
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Incomplete'
Torn'
Broken-
Is how I live

I'm alone-
No one's around.
My body's like a coffin
Stiff in my own home.

~A Poet Destroyer Collaboration~


Poem Details | by Howard Bull |
Categories: brother, death, history, life, philosophy, sad, warprayer,

Forgotten Heroes of the Somme

Over the top lads, for old Blighty! Hold the colours high!
Say a little prayer for me, for this summer day we die.
My brothers from the ripened field and blackened mill, shop floor, 
Your brother in a killing field to fight a rich man’s war.

In bloodied mud and shattered wood, fight legions of the brave,
Unwitting youth, you’ll do your duty until you’re in the grave.
A sergeant greets a fresh-faced boy, “welcome to the slaughter!”
Here you die from three diseases, bullet, gas or mortar.

In arms we fight together and in leaden hails we pass,
We die amongst the filth and stench that once was verdant grass.
“In the morning we will remember them” we hear the leaders call,
Those fickle words of history, will not remember us all.

Poem Details | by Andrea Dietrich |
Categories: grief,

The Wintered Soul Among Wisteria

One need not read her horoscope to know this woman's fate, and though wisteria cascades sweet blooms of lavender like snow outside her door, it's still Siberia pervading the dimensions of her mind, for not one fickle thought or patch of moss can thrive where bleakest shadows are enshrined. No bittersweet, no dew drops. . . only loss surrounds her heart. She tries to reminisce, but like a barren continent grown cold, she can't perceive one particle of bliss. She's clasping grief and cannot be consoled! Wisteria's perfume is in the breeze, but in her soul remains a winter's freeze. 9/24/14 For Janice Canerdy's Sonnet Poetry Contest

Poem Details | by Silent One |
Categories: death,

Sometimes we don't get a chance to say goodbye

sometimes
we don't get a chance
to say goodbye

you sit there
tears in your eyes
wondering why

and

it don't make sense
to be strong
because it stings

you can't explain
the pain each
memory brings

and

the guilt
of stupidity
leads to regret

images
in your mind
mean you can't forget

sadly

stubborn to reach out
means feelings 
are not heard

spite leads to
unanswered questions
no last word

and

its not them
knocking at the door
they can't call

there is no point
saying sorry
to the wall

because

sometimes
we don't get a chance
to say goodbye

you sit there
tears in your eyes
wondering why

Simple Musings
Silent One
18 September 2017












Poem Details | by Connie Marcum Wong |
Categories: boat, death, deep, devotion, lonely, lost love,

Life Spent All Alone

Life Spent All Alone 

I felt such joy when first my hull met sea.
'Twas years ago before my shattered shell
Was tossed and ravaged, fisherman and me
As we grew old together, now I tell

The story of our lonely life at sea.
There was a maiden who he loved in youth.
A lightning strike took her, 'twas destiny.
He never loved again, that is the truth.

Daily he sadly fished in sun or rain,
Her memory and me his only friend,
Kept company in tune with heartfelt pain.
I remained with him 'till the very end.

I spend my days alone, my time is cast, 
Thus I know, he is with his love at last.

         5-13-19 

Choices Poetry Contest ~First Place~
Sponsor Sara Kendrick
Picture # 2
Life Spent All Alone 


Poem Details | by SKAT A |
Categories: corruption, dark, death, funeral, jobs, lust, obituary,

Secret of the Mortician

The Secret of the Mortician

Dead, but I got eyes
Prepares my body at the morgue
Opens the chest
Drains the blood from its nudity
Admires my body before it decays

After The process of embalming
His hands run all over
I'm still dead
He's satisfied

The next day 
Writes an outstanding obituary 
I sit on display

~SKAT~

Poem Details | by David Meade |
Categories: grief, life, love,

In The Moment




Sitting by his bed
Labored breathing
Time is short 
Holding his hand
A prayer – for him, for me
Be strong and courageous
Eyes blink open for a moment
Then nothing – gone
Tears flow 
Skin relaxes
Death pallor forms
Alone in the moment
Alone

Cell Phone rings
My daughter in a panic
Fear spikes my heart
Dad – there are ants in the bathroom
Relief – exhaling
Death in the moment
But also Life
Life

Goodbye dear friend
Our time over
Your precious love and wisdom 
I take 
To guide my moments
My moments 

To love
To forgive
To encourage
To live
Each day
Each person
In every situation
Compassionately
Boldly
Completely
In every moment

In
Every 
Moment





David Meade
12/28/2014

Live Generously

Poem Details | by nette onclaud |
Categories: grief, i miss you, memorial,

NEVER TO BE MINE


Not with my arms but with a heart that blesses your reveries, may peace reside within your chest... is it possible to love you less? Perhaps allow the sun to brush your hair in the luminescence of dawn? Even autumn envies you as white light moves with your scent and possesses your laughter never to be mine again in times of harvest or falling rain… and from stars above, may your eyes remember our blades of grass while I half-close the damp field of memorials creaking on the burial of a resting place that finds me kneeling, wailing, asking how time can drown our adventures much too soon... as I stumble upon this cruel, bruised night. Mark Toney's Contest: 2019 Poetry Marathon Mile 3' Re-post 12/25/2018

Poem Details | by Poet Destroyer A |
Categories: abuse, art, body, death, emo, sad,

Suicide Masterpiece

Suicide Masterpiece

Sweatdrop
On top
Trigger pop
Written note
All I got
Hang knot
Body rot
Suicide cop

I hope not
Cry out loud
I think not
Body's hot
I am too proud
I am loved a lot
Rooftop.
Suicide bride

Heavy rain
Your game 
the same
Trapped shame
Gone insane
Who's to blame
Red stain
Suicide rain

Addictive dope
Needle hope
Poison taste
Drowning beer
Gunshot
Painless fear
Powder nose
Suicide dose

Razor blades
Flame stare
Pain fades
Sadden tear
Candle wax
Smoke dare
Burn down
Suicide flare

No bluff
No name
War zone
Innocent prey
Soul blown
Cry all day
Set mind
Suicide bomb

Terrorist 
traffic jam
Plane jack
Headstrong
Help protect
Customs wrong
Dead plot
Suicide stop

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stop the suicide 

by:-)

Poem Details | by arthur vaso |
Categories: angst, destiny, introspection, pain, philosophy, poetry, september,

Shadow of Death

My shadow flirts with the sun
As I caress the darkness
We are one and separate
As my shadow smiles
Anxiety suffocates me
The shadow will soon fade
I shall die
One happy, one not

Poem Details | by Elaine George |
Categories: death, life,

All too Soon

One windy night upon my breast
I felt the kiss of winter’s breath
A breath that blew me into flight 
Upon my breast one windy night

A leaf once green now bathed in red
With coat of spring and summer shed
True color bursting at the seams
Now bathed in red a leaf once green

Upon your breath I learned to fly
A flame of glory in the sky
Not knowing that the price was death
I learned to fly upon your breath

But all too soon I came and went
The seasons of my life were spent
A bud in spring that came to bloom
I came and went - but all too soon



Poem Details | by Lin Lane |
Categories: bereavement,

She Wept In Languished Moan

         She wept as they buried her one true love.
             Each day thereafter she brought him a rose,
         the flower she knew he was fondest of.
             Her grief unbearable, beyond repose.
                What pain and suffering his death bestows.

         Nothing prevented her daily visit.
             She didn't want him to feel all alone.
        When beside him her face was exquisite.
            When weary she would sigh and then lay prone,
                 weeping for her love in soft languished moan.


                     Originally written on 23rd of July 2016
            Two Stanzas - English Quintain, 10 syllables per line 
                    with a rhyme scheme of a-b-a-b-b

Poem Details | by Dale Gregory Cozart |
Categories: death, imagery, metaphor,

The Rowboat on the Marsh

I don't need mawkish photographs to see
the drowning rowboat tethered to the dock,
a withered seahorse clinging to debris
as umber water seeps through feeble caulk.

The cord grass will have grown up through the planks
to marry splinters teeming on the pier,
putrescent pillars tilted by the banks;
a pallid corpse beside the marsh's bier.

Those summers when we sailed through brackish mist
have long since gone the way of floating sculls
that languish in the asters to be kissed
by empty oarlocks perched atop their hulls.

Your August ghost still flounders on the fen
then sinks beneath in nightmares now as then.

5/10/19
Choices Poetry Contest
Photo #3 Your Own Title
Sandra Kendrick

Poem Details | by Greta Robinson |
Categories: death, sleep,

Shine

Shine as a source of endless light
whose rainbows of colour deter the night
where daydreams are gentle as doves in flight
and sleep the sleep of angels

Shine like a shower of soft moonbeams
Inhabit the sea of a thousand dreams
where laughter and love are timeless themes
and sleep the sleep of angels

Shine like the sun in a golden sky
On warm, sultry evenings, a fragrance, a sigh
an echo of summer as life passes by
and sleep the sleep of angels

Poem Details | by rob carmack |
Categories: autumn, birth, death, life, nature, tree,

Seeing Autumn's oak adorn

Painting sky before I was born,
Draping my grave in leaf and acorn.

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Contest: Crystalline
Sponsor: Rick Parise
11.22.14

Poem Details | by Andrea Dietrich |
Categories: autumn, death, summer,

And Sweet Is Her Demise

In primrose twilight, summer is still near. She whispers in my ear; I hear her in the one lone owl that hoots to only me. I wake to find her shining through the clouds - though breathing not so warmly on my cheek. I glimpse her waning smile as in a field I dance to soundless music in her sun. My mind goes wandering, and in the breeze I hear her sigh, for she is lingering within the scent of asters that I pluck. I’m hanging on to that one glint I see of her before me in gold glitter dusk. But in the cries of geese across the sky, she calls goodbye, and sweet is her demise. Dec. 2, 2016 for the Blank Verse Poetry Contest of Janice Canerdy

Poem Details | by Lynn Marie |
Categories: emotions, grief, introspection, loss, ocean, spiritual, uplifting,

a new beginning

with each crest of a wave
forming white crystal peaks
she weeps, inhales, let's go.

beneath a star studded vista
a resplendent guiding light
arms open, palms up, she is free.

the soothing sea winds
carrying away her grief and sorrow
hands posed in devotion, she smiles.

in a seascape of serenity
her baptism place of choice
she steps forward, her new beginning.













02-17-2017

Poem Details | by FJ Thomas |
Categories: absence, appreciation, death, devotion, love, marriage, metaphor, moon, nature, spiritual, sun,

When Again We Meet

When Again We Meet
Softly he says, "should I die do not wait for me." She smiles, "just as the moon exhales no light without first a breath from the sun, without you I'd be in darkness; what is paradise without light."
  04/17/2018 Sijo

Poem Details | by Frederic Parker |
Categories: emotions, lost love,

Love's Eternal Death

The hollow eyes of love are never gone
They keep within the waves of trembled tears
From days so poor when love was looked upon
And one where the deepest pain adheres
They give my eyes of love such sad refrain
To think that love would ever be so cruel
And find it was illusion self-contain
When love so grand became so minuscule
To hold love once in dreamer's mind I've flown
And found the point of rest its final breath
To know I will forever be alone
Cry now as then for its eternal death
I found a love to hold and saw it die
Inside depth of darkest pain, I ask why


7/29/17

Poem Details | by Teppo Gren |
Categories: death, death of a friend, friendship, sad,

HE REMAINS MY BEST FRIEND

Times of laughter under a southern sky
with jacarandas in their ripest bloom.
Those days were left behind as years went by
with summer’s shining light now dimmed by gloom.
	
With the darkest shadows cast over you
I still see the light that once shone so bright.
With a friendship that lasts a whole life through
I pray for God’s mercy to heal your plight.

Your words are drowned in tears of silent cries
though once your courage was my saving grace.
I feel the forlorn sadness in your eyes
as I give my thanks with a warm embrace.

Through final parting our rapport remains,
memories light the dusk as daylight wanes.


26th October, 2016
re-posted 24th November, 2017
T.J Grén

Poem Details | by Robert Lindley |
Categories: anxiety, dark, emotions, fate, grief, pain, sorrow,

Hope, A Little Remained

Hope, A Little Remained

She walked the creaking floors of the rat-infested room,
trying to remember what tragedy had sent her to this shabby place.
Her heart felt the desperate pains, that lost love sends in aching waves,
praying her sleeping infant does not wake and cry out from its feverish thirst.

He paced the cold cell, languishing in deep misery, heart shattered,
each step an eternity echoing curses, a testament to his broken pride.
Although thousands of miles apart, he felt her loss, never-ending sorrows,
dawn would come, priest would take his last confession, yet Hope remained.

7-03-2018
For Silent One's,  eight lines of fate, when you wonder if it is too late.

Poem Details | by JAN ALLISON |
Categories: bereavement, heartbroken, missing you,

ADIEU UNTIL I SEE YOU IN HEAVEN - EMOTIVE WRITE

I know your spirit is finally free when I scattered your ashes yesterday Cancer has taken you away from me solitude is now the price I must pay When I scattered your ashes yesterday I said adieu to the love of my life Solitude is now the price I must pay I’m now a widow, no longer a wife I said adieu to the love of my life I look to heaven and I question why I’m left a widow, no longer a wife as seagulls circle in bright azure sky I look to heaven and I question why cancer has taken you away from me As seagulls circle in bright azure sky I know your spirit is finally free New Poems Only Contest Sponsored by Emile Pinet 16 lines, 10 syllables per line FICTION POEM WRITTEN FOR CONTEST 4/12/18

Poem Details | by Teppo Gren |
Categories: abuse, dark, grave, hurt, pain, psychological,

A Glowing Treasure

A GLOWING TREASURE

A glowing treasure of her beauty’s might,
attractive smiles of pretense to beguile
the fervid passion cast in darkest light
to please the eager touch of lust so vile.
A brittle façade hiding secret scars
with fairness shadowed by disgraceful needs,
regrets of past her fervent brilliance mars,
her semblance pacified by evil deeds.				
Mischance to shameful acts of virgin sin,
her heart’s appeal replaced by frozen zeal
to hide aside an empty love within,
her morbid secrets never to reveal.
A soul a sacred labyrinth of pain
her life in tatters with her future slain.

23rd July, 2018
Your Finest 2018 Sonnet Poetry Contest, sponsored by Mark Massey

Poem Details | by Sunshine Smile |
Categories: caregiving, death, prayer,

- Life's Last Journey -


         ~ everything is in your heart and hands - the end of life - empathy ~







29/03/2019
Sun :) - A-L Andresen :)
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MONOKU PICK A PICTURE
Sponsored by: James Edward Lee Sr.
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1st place in the contest

Poem Details | by Silent One |
Categories: angst, death, father son,

Submerged in Shallow Streams

Shimmering silhouettes haunt.

Shadow stands still, 
observing his soul drift towards 
the tree of melancholy.

Its morbid image stands silent,
but screams inside the mind.

I could write a million pensive poems,
yet the pen could never express,
how emotions remain unexplained,
because suppressed silent theories
and words left unspoken mean 
regretful raindrops fall to the 
rhythm of each somber sigh.

Tears create shallow streams,
but still we remain submerged.

Eight years on and I wonder, 
if we will stay here forever.

Simple Musing
Silent One
18 November 2018