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Poem Details | by Prashanth Raju |
Categories: cry,

DEATH AS YOUR GIFT:


WITHOUT TALKING TO U AM DYING

EVERY MINUTE OF THIS MOMENT IS PAINING

INSTEAD OF GIVING THIS PAIN 

PLEASE GIVE ME A DEATH AS YOUR GIFT

I'LL TAKE THAT  HAPPILY 

BECAUSE YOU ARE MY BREATH


Poem Details | by Veronica Aicher |
Categories: death, goodbye, grief, husband, lonely, sorrow, wife, together,

You Didn't Even Say Goodbye

Why did you just get up and go away?
I thought that you would be here for me every single day
You did not even say goodbye
And if things went wrong, why did you not say "Lets try"?
I sit by my window and I am all alone
I am sitting there waiting and you don't even phone
What shall I do for the rest of my life?
When I thought we'd always be together as husband and wife
So as I sit by my window, I know in my heart
That we'll be together again, because we were never meant to part
Then as I look out of my window
In another world I can see
We will be together as it was always meant to be

Poem Details | by NYANDENI ERIC ZWELI |
Categories: death of a friend,

GOODBYE MY BROTHER

GOODBYE MY BROTHER

Goodbye my brother
Goodbye my friend
You've been the star in my life
You were the sunshine of my life

Mduduzi Almon Nyandeni
I will miss you
I will continue do the same as you taught me
You'll always live in my hearts
Remember me in every step of your journey

You left me with no body in this world
Who will wipe my tears away?
who'll help me when I am in need?
Rest in peace my brother

I didn't think that you can leave me like that
My brother why why?
Why did you left like this?
Why did you leave without saying goodbye?
Any way goodbye my brother

Poem Details | by Emmanuel Damilare |
Categories: 2nd grade, baby, child, death, growing up, jealousy, murder, sad,

Vegetable

Oh!! greenish vegetable
Thou has watched you grow
Like a chick being watched by its mother hen
Daily you are being watered
Just to allow your continuity.
You grow faster in a twinkle of an eye
And your green continue glowing
But it pains me so much that-
You'll end up in an unpalatable place
Which will make you whither away.
In a confined environment will you be placed 
So as to lose your source of energy
Cos the people of the world doesn't want your longevity
For the fear of being greener than other plants.


Poem Details | by Busani Zuma |
Categories: death, deep, depression, emotions, fear, grief, heartbroken,

I am a stranger

 to my life I am a stranger
 to my dreams I am a stranger 
 i don't know who I am and
 where I am from I have lost my identity
 i am lost please hear me out.

 i am in a place where hate is mistaken for love,
 where loving someone is a crime
 i am in a place where being in jail
 is better than being out.
 I am a stranger in my own country
 i am a stranger in my community 

i am in a place where being a foreigner is a crime
i am in a place where being succesful is a crime
i am in a place where crime is the new way of life

I need time to adjust with this way of life, i need time understand 
the world around me.

Poem Details | by Invincible Pen |
Categories: emotions, grief,

VAIN WAIT

VAIN WAIT

I look not for a life
I have got one
I look not for death
I only live once

Your search is rash
Your find is hash
Your days are haze
Your mind in daze

Come hither yonder
Some will filter sooner
Tom’s peep hitherto asunder
One is I nearing tether


THE INVINCIBLE PEN

Poem Details | by Christopher Orman |
Categories: age, conflict, death, deep, desire, destiny, dream, earth, future, god, happiness, life, lust, memory, muse, philosophy, poetry, self, spiritual, time, trust, youth,

All the World a Stage

What is happiness but a beautiful act?
on a tightrope strode alone feigning bravery
flaunting its audience gifted talents lack?
while time proceeds its merciless journey
it’s senselessness never peering back?
like in dreams lucidness its arts beauty
confines self heedlessly to thoughts forgotten
whisked away in days languor like perfumes sweet lilac
once a memory mirrored of youths reachy lusts
but if not time whose candor trust, its essence humbles the stage 
the soul bares wounds exchanged for loves bribery
rested in Promethean's casket his undying name
until earth’s fate ignites its survival aflame…