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emotions, grief, introspection, loss, ocean, spiritual, uplifting,
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.
anxiety, dark, emotions, fate, grief, pain, sorrow,
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.
For Silent One's, eight lines of fate, when you wonder if it is too late.
With every breath I take my body aches,
When I lie in bed I feel my insides hurting.
With every reminder brings me pain.
No more can I find comfort in my home,
The cries of babies stains my mind.
I'm trying my best,
But of course from day to day hour to hour,
I find myself crying.
Memories that morning come to me every day,
Nurses surrounding me my doctor getting on her knees,
Her head looking down,
The thoughts that ran through my mind.
My life entering a new course,
One full of grieving.
He had my face,
My son, my beautiful angel.
He's watching me now,
He left me in tears but he is in my heart.
bereavement, soldier, veterans day,
I lay here today a soldier
I know some don't understand
I will try to explain
So maybe you can
I served my country
For many a year
I retired long ago
The soldier still here
I put on my uniform
I wore it to foreign lands
The soldier I was
Is still in the man
I have been a husband, father, and friend
To some of you here
But I've been a soldier all along
Even after so many a year
My final salute
I render today
I'm still a soldier
I'm just on my way
On a chariot of fire in the sun
blew a pale horse and pale rider's cold breath,
and on your grave sing the owl and raven
in the shadows of the valley of death.
Where no graven image rise from its bones,
only a cold wormwood wind on death row
pipes through the rushes and through the tombstones
where all that remains is what lies below.
But more, far more than this its sound to me
as if your soft voice my ear passing through -
and I trapped betwixt life and parody
sit this day communing with God and you.
Yet I fear life itself I shall not mourn
when Death comes to blow its wreathed hollow horn.
M. L. Kiser
appreciation, bird, birth, death, life, spiritual, symbolism,
To live forever like the phoenix;
To re-taste the process of birth;
From the cleansing flames, to rise
Knowing death is no end;
An eternal soul
On a journey
May just find
blessing, death, divorce, hope, life, pain,
No matter how distressing
Everything comes with a blessing
A bitter divorce
seems wrenching, of course
Yet through its crucible of fire
you can emerge inspired
Both legs blown off in the war
What's left to live for --
See what you have that remains
your whole upper body
and all of your brain
The death of a child so painful to bear
For the longest time you just sit and stare
No easy 'answers' to comfort you
but perhaps there's this ~
You're still here for a reason, that's not to be missed
death, hope, insect, nature,
I was reading in my study
On my desk a moth lay stunned,
It had flew into my lamp,
I fear 'tis moribund.
It had fluttered around the room
Erratic in its flight,
Yet in all that empty space
It collided with my light.
I felt sad at its demise
As it flopped beside my book,
How unfortunate I thought
If only it had looked.
I imagine it flew towards the light
In hope of navigation,
Heading, it thought for safety
But meeting devastation.
Bobby Snyder III
dad, death, farewell, hero, sad, soldier, war,
He wrapped his arms around me
Never wanting to let go
I gently whispered in his ear
Daddy, when you coming home?
He said I'm off to battle today
To heal the wounded soldiers cries.
I don't know when or if I'll be back
The tears began to flood my eyes.
As father walked away
His smile, it did gleam.
His final words to me
Became but a nightmare within a dream.
The bomb rang out
Through the desert air.
When the dust did settle
They found father there.
The soldiers stood at attention
They saluted their brother goodbye,
And the eagle spread its wings
As a true American soldier, had died.
death, family, funeral, grandfather, tribute,
Written by Gail DeBole
In memory of my grandfather
Nice Day For a Funeral
(You were always old. I can't remember a
time when you were not.)
(And you had no past before the first time I
became aware of your presence.)
(The weather huddled the mourners together.
It was a cold day, but the sun was out to pay its respects, also.)
(I huddled with the rest. Echos of
the service left a sad taste in my soul.)
(The Rabbi had spoken of you like an old friend.)
(And convinced me of your close
lifelong brotherhood with him.)
Funeral, Eulogy, or Memorial Service Poetry Contest
funeral, humorous, money, satire,
They crawl out of the woodwork
Shedding lots of crocodile tears
Grieving for an ancient relative
They’ve not visited for many years
‘Auntie Annie’ is barely warm
But now you see the relations swarm
Waiting for the will to be read
They rub their hands with glee
Hoping they will be left
Lots of lovely money
‘Grieving relatives’ is rubbish!! Some are taking the mick ….
These mercenary vultures simply make me sick!
28th January 2017
absence, animal, christian, death, encouraging, sympathy, uplifting,
Though my stall here is empty now
If you listen close...
You can hear me running through a greener pasture
Your sorrow opens the gate and releases me free
Thank you for rescuing me from worldly darkness
And giving me love unsurpassed
So that I may now run with others so loved...
But never forgotten
I am a child again young and lean my spirit afire
And oh how our spirits thrive here
Never again to feel the pain of the earth
Hear me running!
For your tears have watered the grasses for me
In God's Greener Pasture
-originally written for Kae Surrah
an Arab rescue mare
death, old, sad,
Frail, compact and sad
The old chapel needs new paint
cold room with stone floor
Sun :) - A-L Andresen :)
Copyright © All Rights Reserved
Senryu: Sadness /third place in the contest
baptism, death, emotions, remembrance day, violence,
I kiss her red honeyed lips
She allows the milk
of my iniquity
to wash over her
The pain of her sadness
washes away my cruelty
I leave my rifle at her feet
November 11, 2016
I Might Be a Tree
In twenty years I pray I won't be gone
placed six feet beneath a manicured lawn
I'd much prefer to give old death the slip
To guzzle life instead of just a sip
Mind and spirit together playing song
I'll rest a bit but not for very long
You see, there is so much I wish to do
Yes many years can feel like just a few
The company of those I truly love
will lift my spirits like a flying dove
The flowers that I plant will be in bloom
Beauty will surround me in every room
The ground might open up and swallow me
Don't worry I'll reach up and be a tree!
For Brenda's "You 20 Years from now" contest.
death, horse, love, soldier, war,
My one true love with eyes of sparkling blue
Our hearts as one it was our destiny
Heaven sent you for me and me for you
It would not last but end in tragedy.
War intervened I’d have to go away
To the Crimea with the light brigade
My true love I thought of every day
Our lives on hold along with plans we’d made.
The Captain said “suppress your greatest fears
Ride close ranks and do not come asunder”
The noise of hooves were ringing in my ears
Sounds they made were like a raging thunder.
A lance pierced me and off my horse I fell
Then death came down, my life I bid farewell.
Written on 7th February 2019.
EPITAPH - A LETHAL WIND
Here lies George, the sad deceased
Victim of flatulence released
The result: he would expire
Stood before an open fire
15 Sept 2018
10th grade, angst, anxiety, death, horror, imagery, war,
I can smell the coppery scent of blood
and the stench of death, excrement and piss.
A soldier lies dead, his face in the mud,
I never believed war would look like this.
My mind’s gone numb, I cannot shed a tear
I can't change reality, so why try.
For there's nothing left within me but fear
the more I live, the more I want to die.
I fear the killing will never be done
God has left my heart, and abandoned me.
For I fight a war that cannot be won
and seen more than I ever wished to see.
War is a putrid expanding abyss
where simply surviving can seem like bliss.
Jan. 1, 2019
War Sonnet Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Mark Massey
i have forgiven you but it will never be the same
A heart outlined in steel.
Designed just so i'll never feel.
It's way too late to get off this ride.
There's no one in which I can confide.
The screams like thunder.
Into lost dreams and lies I plunder.
angst, confusion, death, life, sad, people, people,
Who am I and what am I to say?,
All I've got to do is play,
Along in a game I don't understand,
Make people come to my land,
A deal that you don't think about,
Something thats going to start out,
A trend that will last for years,
Making people come to tears,
Arguing points that don't get across,
Having to deal with a great loss,
This is my life and these are my words,
Circling around like I'm in herds,
Playing games with my head,
Maybe I would be better off dead.
death, life, people,
If in time
you should divine
that bees are fat
and owls are brown
then you will know
as do I
time will go
so .... slow.
And if in time
you should find
that veins are thin
and blood is brown
Then, a time
came crashing ...
and I'm certain
..... so am I
death, death of a friend, life, love hurts,
Death usually brings her own rewards.
More hugging and clutching,
In some ways,
It is the best
Time to love,
death, emotions, poems,
Imagine if all the krill
Beneath the ice shelves were dead.
Millions plus millions of krill
Fodder for ocean’s creatures:
Penguins, walrus, whales.
In the end all will die and the ocean
Will be a poorer place for all.
Imagine if all the trees
Would lose all their leaves for ever.
No Autumn splendour,
No fruit, no place where to hide.
Would we not be living
In pure disaster?
Imagine if there would not be any wind.
No music to inspire,
No words to adorn the arias,
No emotion on men’s faces.
We thrive on emotion.
And what is emotion if not poetry?
We simply cannot live without it.
23 October 2020
Placed 2 .....with thanks.
Sponsored by: Silent One
red, sorrow, sympathy,
a compassionate moon _ absorbing the suffering of innocents
A Monoku contest hosted by James Edward Lee Sr.
Based on Picture 3
7th April, 2018
death, fear, Lullaby, uplifting,
Death be but a lullaby
which sings the soul to sleep,
calming is thy tender melody
so no more we may weep
Death be but a lullaby
to soothe thy weary head,
once overcome by life's travails
now freely dances with the dead
Death be but a lullaby
how sweetly the reaper sings,
his harmony of heaven uplifts
as if carried upon white wings
Death be but a lullaby
meant to follow right along,
walk behind his hooded robe
this Pied Piper and his song
Death be but a lullaby
to listen to without fear,
when the reaper's tolling bell
comes a'ringing in thy ear.