GDPR Cookie Consent by FreePrivacyPolicy
Death Poems About Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama)

Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) death poems and poems about death for Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama). Read and share these heartfelt Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) death poems with loved ones, friends and family members. Also, try our sister website's powerful search engine for non-death related poems or Dramatic Verse (Verse Drama) Poems.

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
---
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 Daniel Human |
Categories: africa, death, irony, technology,

The plague in Spain is carried mostly by a plane

Isn’t it ironic?
That the plague called the bubonic
Killed the man but not the rat
And did not even kill the cat
That caught and killed the guilty rat

Isn’t it ironic?
That in this age of the electronic
Ebola is running unabated
It’s deathly thirst left quite unslated
Just like the plague as earlier stated

Isn’t it ironic?
That in this age of progress so terrific
A plague is not spread by a rat
Nor by bat and not by cat
But by technology - imagine that!

Poem Details | by Frank F. Atanacio |
Categories: death, faith

No Kingdom Come...

The knife was deep,
blood continues to seep,
as he thought about how life
comes and goes,
when you die, only God knows,
death remained a difficult concept to grasp,
as he gasped and he gasped,
he regained a seated position,
as he waited for the transition,
from life to death,
as he felt his final breath,
he expected Angels and Demons,
one with bloodthirsty anticipation,
and the other with forgiveness without contemplation,
but there was none,
life was over just like that,
and there was no Kingdom Come...

Poem Details | by David O'Haolin Whalen |
Categories: bereavement, conflict, feelings, introspection, life,

Prison Of Memories

The past always returns to haunt us Old debts demand to be paid The very best hand Of many a man Stays un known And remains unplayed Some men wish to be In alliance with Angels But alas, e’en more opt To owe a debt of allegiance To the dark… And deep within those sad souls Lie haunted black holes Absent of light Not e’en a scintilla nor spark They yearn to return To a world once spurned… But once the die is cast The past holds fast And Fate and Karma decrees… For lack of their wisdom They be trapped in a prison A prison made of …memories…


Poem Details | by Amy Crofts |
Categories: death, life, loss

I Am

I was
the hand
that clung to yours
the voice
which made you smile
the touch 
that eased your pain 
the kiss
upon your cheek 

I am
the life
that has been lost
the body
inside this coffin 
the sadness 
that is your greif 
the reason 
for your tears 

I will be
the memory
which makes you laugh 
the ache
inside your heart 
the spirit 
watching over you 
the angel 
i always dreamed of being
I will be

Poem Details | by DaQuan Bowrin |
Categories: cry, dark, death, depression, emo, suicide,

Poetry Instead of Suicide

Poetry;
Silence;
Who wants violence?
Dark dreams;
Evil screams,
Hold on strong,
The fight is nearly
gone,
Fighting to breathe,
Fighting to see,
It's hard to believe
this is me,

I never saw myself
falling to the
blade,
But in the end this
is how I'm paid,
Suffering from
tears,
Torn from fears,
All I know is that,
I'm not sure why I'm
here,

Told to live,
But living a lie,
Stuck in a place
where everyone wants
me to die,
Hurt and confused,
Broken and bruised,
Not sure what to do,
But i Will fight
till I can't move,
This is what I must
do,

Poem Details | by randy johnson |
Categories: death, husband, wife,

I snapped

(This is a fictional poem)

I've never been happy because I've endured one tragedy after another.
It began at the age of six when I lost my father and mother.
Three years ago my wife blew her brains out right in front of me.
That's probably going to be the most horrifying thing I'll ever see.
I had a bad breakdown after her death and life was very grim.
My kids were taken from me because I could no longer take care of them.
Two years ago I snapped when I went to a diner with a gun.
I opened fire and when I was finished, I had killed everyone.
Now I'm in an insane asylum and I'm wasting away.
I'll rot in here for the rest of my days.

Poem Details | by amber repoli |
Categories: angst, confusion, death, devotion, introspection, loss, lost love, love,

Broken

Broken
So Broken
Like Shards of glass
I'm shattered
A million pieces scattered
 across the floor of my heart
Beating,
    Pulsing,
         Throbbing,
               for your love.
But I am not worthy
 for anyone's heart,
  much less yours.
For so long you were my heart
And now you are gone.
 I am dying
from the inside out
Like a knife carving its way out of my chest.
Blood trickles,
 as I leave this place.
Sweet release

Poem Details | by Matthew Anish |
Categories: friendship, imagination, uplifting,

The Death of Thorin Oakenshield

Wielding a mighty axe
       the leader of 
     the dwarves
came to a noble end
       Yes, he was overcome 
at first 
    by greed and lust 
for gold
    Yet his heart went out
to the doughty hobbit Bilbo
after the battle of Five Armies ended
  He let his rage die
Yes, at first he was overcome
      by his desire 
for the gem of gems - the Arkenstone
Yet in the end he realized 
that real riches 
  lie in friendship 
the joy of time spent
  with those we honor and trust

Poem Details | by randy johnson |
Categories: death, husband, wife, wedding, me, wedding,

Wedding dress

(This is a fictional poem)

I stare at your wedding dress because that's all I have left of you.
You broke my heart when you died back in 2002.
Tears come to my eyes and they roll down my cheeks.
You were one in a million, you were truly unique.

You always made people happy even when they were sad.
All that keeps me going are the memories of the years that we had.
As I stare at your wedding dress, I feel so much misery within.
You ruined me for all other women, I'll never fall in love again.

Poem Details | by Julie Alcin |
Categories: death, grief, lost love,

Love died, so did I

Once again 
Love has died
So did I

No one cares
About me
No one cries

No one there
By my side
No comfort

Simple tears
Tears of pain
My last ones

Touched by death
Closed my eyes
Say goodbye

Poem Details | by Marilyn Williams |
Categories: death, faith, grief, loss, lost love, metaphor, sympathy,

Deepest Sympathy

Mere words cannot express the loss of a loved-one That is why I am hoping you find some comforting thoughts in these simple phrases: This Charm Bracelet is to remind you of their love, peace, and healing for your life today and always. Each Charm plays a significant role in your daily life. The Cross is the start of the day and thoughts throughout. The Church whether we go or not guides our every step. The Bible is a source of comfort. And, last but not least the Bird teaches the light of day.

Poem Details | by Allié-Marie Smith |
Categories: funeral, roses are red,

DONT CHEAT

Roses are red,
Violets are blue.
You are my boyfriend,
And I love you!

But the roses are wilting,
The violets are dead,
I've heard you've been cheating.
I'll knock off your head.

Poem Details | by ness tillson |
Categories: bible, christian, christmas, courage, creation, death, god, metaphor, mystery, mythology, philosophy, poems, psychological, spiritual, wisdom,

The Promise

When meanings have been broken,
When your cross has been uncrossed,
When the reasons that you gave me,
In the labyrinth have been lost.
When your house has been emptied,
When your bedroom is swept clean,
I will come and wake you,
From your long and endless dream.

more at http://labyrinthoflies.com

Poem Details | by Freddie Robinson Jr. |
Categories: death, freedom, pain, slavery,

A Good Day


We pick de cotton,
yah gib us mo' seeds
We plant de wheat and cornfield,
yah gat us pluckin' up mo' weeds
We gather all de fruit,
yah ke'p it all from us
We boil de dry roots,
yah eat de fresh bulbs
We git the guts, tongue and feet,
yah git the best choice cut meat
We only git to have
what yah th'ow 'way
We only be free,
on de good burial day


A tribute to Frederick Douglas,
a homage to his poem, "We Raise de Wheat"
from "My Bondage, My Freedom" 1853

Poem Details | by Cecelia Hopkins-Drewer |
Categories: adventure, bereavement, grief, loss, science, science fiction,

The Reconciliation

When the war of worlds' was done
And the Colonists owned the sun,
The old miner from Sirius One
Gleaned the galaxy for his son.

He sought the brave boy he knew
He'd disowned in four thousand & two.
Though the surviving rebels were few,
he had word of his boy's crew.

Hurrying to the caverns of Lithmulu,
A prodigal father faced a boy in blue,
But it was too late his dream to realise,
For a parasite looked out of the wild eyes.

Originally Published:

Clarke, R. (Ed) The Mentor 83, July 1994, fanzine published by Ron Clarke, Sydney, Australia, [Archival copy available online at http://efanzines.com/Mentor/TM83COMP.pdf].

Poem Details | by Marilyn Williams |
Categories: bird, creation, death, environment, fear, hope, love,

A Raven Twice Removed

This large dark creature fluffs its wings at me, causing fear and shame. However, I have done nothing wrong to it. Yet, it snares at me in pain. I am afraid, but I call to it and it comes close, but not near for fear. Why is this creature afraid, or is it just the Human trade. I call, it comes, I show by my outstretched hands, then gently touches my hands and pecks. Then, flies away a greeting we have made known, no more to be afraid. The Raven twice removed to come back another day.

Poem Details | by Denise Hopkins |
Categories: abuse, betrayal, confusion, corruption, courage, cry, dark, deep, desire, destiny, devotion, dream, evil, fear, feelings, for her, forgiveness, heartbroken, horror, how i feel, i am, life, loneliness, lonely, loss, me, meaningful, missing you, mother, night, old, pain, passion, people, poems, poetry, recovery from, sorrow, sorry, strength, stress, sympathy, trust, violence, voice, writing,

PAST OF HORROR


I wake up with another tear for I have again, relived the nightmare will it ever leave me with any way to see when will I again be able to see my family the past is forgiven so why is it still living my heart was so broken but soon after it was frozen let it lie and the past die for I have a life to live with but the past is still being relived how do I stop this past of torture so I can find my new future

Poem Details | by A Yorkshire Poet |
Categories: car, death, teenage,

Young man in a high powered car

Young man in a high powered car

Don't you realise what a danger you are?

You don't think until it's gone too far

Was it worth it to show off to your friends?

Now the reality hits as your victim's life ends

Young man in a high powered car

It's not a game, now responsibility must start

Revving your engine and reckless driving 

Does not make you a star.

Young man in your high powered car

Your ego has pushed you too far

There are no car keys for murderers behind bars

Poem Details | by Eitak Nella |
Categories: bereavement, death,

O Rabbit

O! Rabbit, I am sincerely sorry!
For you were once alive and well,
But now you don't have to worry,
Because you are now dead, 
We missed your head, 
But we ran straight over your middle.

O! Rabbit, I am sincerely sorry!
You once were fit as a fiddle,
Until now of course,
Because we ran you over,
Once apon a time you jumped in clover,
And frolicked in the meadows,
With your fellows.

O! Rabbit, I am sincerely sorry!
Rest in peace, poor thing,
Were you still here,
I would take you under my wing,
Did it hurt much dear?

O! Rabbit, I am sincerely sorry!
We tried to miss you but failed,
So you got nailed.
O! Rabbit I am sincerely sorry!



Poem Details | by The Situation |
Categories: baseball, bereavement, community,

Boston

My heart has been in Boston
all week long
I shed some tears for Boston
while sitting in my home
I saw the people of Bosten
there filled with just pride
Though far away from Boston
I was right there by there side
God has blessed Boston
with justice and less fears
But for those still injured in Boston  
we still whisper our prayers
We love our brother Boston
and with him always share
the burdens still left for freedom
that were given birth there.

Poem Details | by Margeret Bailey |
Categories: death, life,

Suicide Pact

Life can dish out horrible fates,
which makes its victims feel
listless and filled with hate,
All hopes for the future gets tossed 
to the side, so the spurned can 
nurse their bruised egos and pride,
The only way to survive, is to make
all the bad demons go away,
A suicide pact sometimes seems
like the only option to save the day,
But, we forget that God has a plan,
In a magician's fashion he makes us 
botch all our attempts, because he knows
our lives are meant for greater things,
too valuable to be taken before he comes for us.

Poem Details | by Margeret Bailey |
Categories: funeral, political, recovery from...,

An Economy To Die For

The economy that exists today,

invites the Grim Reaper to have its way

with our minds and emotions,

even through our tenacity and devotions,

the doldrums set in, encouraging,

negative patterns of melancholia, sickness

and sin........

An economy that has forced its residents

to unleash wrath upon themselves, through

warped psyches and ill health,

People are dropping like flies and no one seems

to hear their cries,

Life continues to move at warped speeds, while

people become casualties of a tragic economy.

Poem Details | by Poetry Lover |
Categories: conflict, confusion, death, deep, desire, hurt, love hurts,

Love Kills

I love you,
though, can't tell if you do.
You hate yourself and others, too.
Your life is what you often screw.

The small gleam in your eyes,
takes my breath away and my heart cries,
for I could never win you as a prize. 
My lungs die whilst my soul flies.

Poem Details | by john loving iii |
Categories: depression, devotion,

perfection in death

Today I took all of Aprils
pictures down
I placed them in an album
so their still safe and sound
But gone are the images
of which visitors would ask
And my answer "My April"
now part of my past
Placed to rest benieth
transparent pages
Motionless, voiceless and now ageless
I would wear April 
with pictures of her faces
I kissed her pictures
on a regular basis
But it's time to depart
from my wanted wife
A short lived dream
in my so called life
I played house with something
less than a ghost
It was the best that I could do
besides compleatly lossing hope