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Death Poems About March

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Poem Details | by Tom Quigley |
Categories: birth, death, loss, nature,

The Ides of March

The Ides of March, cruel fate’s Spring Cleaning Day.
Solid walls collapsing around his head.
The day his trusted friends leave him for dead.
Mighty kingdoms burn and dreams die today.
Bull market's passed; today bears rule the fray.
Before the Reaper the strong bow their head.
Mt. Everest's fate? To fall, eroded.
Great ebb, mighty flow, tide into the bay.

Destructive Yin Chi, sharp teeth, bloody horns,
‘Ere Vishnu repairs, Shiva does his worst.
Before a sowing, the garden’s demise.
The sunlight must fade before every morn.
In every blessing, this implicit curse.
For nothing could grow if nought ever dies.

3/15/16
Italian/Petrarchean Sonnet
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Poem Details | by Les Pruitt |
Categories: abuse, allah, america, betrayal, child, conflict, confusion, culture, death, emotions, evil, fear, feelings, children, god, grief, immigration, international, loss, march, memory, missing you, my child, my children, pain, peace, political, spiritual,

THE VERDICT

Copyright © 2013
07/17/2013

Skittles and a soda
against a gun in its holster?

One day that scream
will be known as a teen
not a heinous lying Fein

What a sinister ploy and twist
with a loaded gun and no fist?

Had everyone sitting and waiting
doomed by a verdict just delaying

Was this just an optical illusion
or, a devious planned conclusion?

Now, this generation too afraid
wearing hoodies will get you dead

But, the Klan was still glad
hoodies they've always had

A verdict they too saw,
ushering in martial law


by: LP
edited: 7/30/13

Poem Details | by E.J. Smith |
Categories: death, sad, love,

March, 1997

A veil of darkness
Fallen on the town
There's a monster here
A sweet, innocent life cut down.
One so free who knew no fear
Why be afraid
With love so constantly near?
For love is what he was
Helping others, always giving.
Now, selfish, twisted, murderous ways
Means our "Little Mark" is no longer living
Among us with his smile so sweet
But will spend eternity's days
At the Father's feet.

Poem Details | by Tim Smith |
Categories: feelings, pain,

Death March

Out in the thickets 
Time stands alone 
Limping around 
Minute by minute 
Not hearing a sound 

But a melodic siren within 
Off pitch and piercing 

Hold back the pain 
No longer 

March on it screams 
March on 

Let the beast devour my flesh 
And allow me to 
March on



* How my body feels after stepping my physical therapy up a     notch


Poem Details | by Teddy Kimathi |
Categories: dark, death, horror, imagery, life, march, metaphor,

March Middleness

The drumming of Ides of March
could be heard from the horizon,
as faceless horses galloped in fiery glow,
making the horizon look as though it was
an earth's carpet, rolling back to it's cradle
in celestial flames.
"You started the fire!" they blamed each other.
Each one of them had a flame hidden in their pockets;
the flames were only hot if they left their owner's grasp.
The flames fed on the thoughts and emotions of their masters.
When the flames grew too big for their pockets,
they were released like fiery doves to the skies,
only to merge with other flames, 
creating a fiery army more vicious than the Four Horsemen
of the Apocalypse!

Poem Details | by Deb Adams |
Categories: april, environment, flower, grief, march, may, spring,

Spring is Coming Soon

Soon I’ll be sneezing.
Plenty of tissues in hand.
Rather than sniffing
In the fresh air.
Naps with Benedryl
Give some relief.

Injections for allergies
Simply caused more grief.

Crazed with discomfort and
Options so few,
My nose needs a miracle
If one comes in view. 
Newly cut 
Grass is a big achoo, too.

Spring is the culprit that
Outjinxes me.  She
Opts to sprout blooms that are
Never scent free.

March 23, 2017

Poem Details | by JW Nugent |
Categories: angst, bereavement, dark, death, destiny, devotion, history, march, memorial, memorial day, military, soldier, sorrow, veterans day, war,

Essay On Drums

	ESSAY ON DRUMS

The drum sounds slowly its cadence
the beat, beat, beat marks a march
and through the air reverberates.

The tramp of a company at quick time,
arms pumping with machine precision,
a rigid jerky movement of elbows.

The thump of rotating Huey blades
as they back stroke the air;
gingerly alighting on a hot LZ.

The staccato stutter of rifle fire
indiscriminately searching the earth
laughingly playing hard games of tag.

The grieving hearts at graveside
waiting the echoing bugle call
while the flag is ritually folded.

Sound slowly this cadence
for the eons of history
the drums of war reverberate.

Poem Details | by Luqman Samin |
Categories: dark, death, depression, funeral, march, war,

Undertaker

At the corner of my eyes,
Tears subside, left from the high,
Fueled by melancholic memories;
No time for goodbyes,
Likewise---forever they lie,
For the final rite, let me bury.

edited-12/4/2019

Poem Details | by Skylar Rae Montgomery |
Categories: death, depression, funeral, loss,

Old Grandma November 26, 1935 to March 9, 2011

On this cold, weary day,
Where we gather in sorrow,
Wondering what's in store
For tomorrow's tomorrow.

A long life lived
To its fullest extent.
You are long loved forever,
And within your love we are content.

No longer will you suffer,
For we have heavy hearts
Drenched in tears and sorrow
As we watch for you under the stars.

We would give up all of the world
Just for us to see
That little piece of heaven
Looking back at thee.

Tonight as we sleep,
Tonight as we lay,
Tonight as we dream,
Tonight we will pray.

A beloved mother and grandmother,
A beloved great-grandmother of mine,
A beloved person to us all.
We have been but victims of a crime.

Poem Details | by Sarah I |
Categories: death, loss, sad, death, death, march,

Nagaski Marching

Marching to the death of soldiers
Marching to the death of the innocent
Marching to the death of the guilty
Marching towards the unknown
Marching towards unforgiving
Marching towards unfeeling
All who march, march to their own death
All who march, march to suffering.

Poem Details | by Emile Pinet |
Categories: america, anger, angst, grief, imagery, march, youth,

America Stood Tall



The right to live and seek happiness is an axiomatic truth for mankind. And the American constitution’s authors wrote down, that they were so inclined. Their reasons were purely altruistic they had no monetary incentive. Yet, they felt it was important enough to include those rights, as a preventive. They all signed this asseveration guaranteeing those basic rights to all. For everyone has the right to be free and on that day America stood tall. Today I saw students march for that right, a new generation, took up the fight. (Sonnet) Mar.29, 2018 Triple A Challenge - 14 lines Maximum - Poetry Contest Robert Haigh

Poem Details | by Gershon Wolf |
Categories: grief, march, school, violence,

school shootings

school shootings
anguished screams

  public outrage
    calls for action
      marches & rallies
        media blitzes
          politicians fulminate
        propose legislation
       congress debates  
     bills stall & die
  anger subsides

nothing happens
school shootings



Poem Details | by Belis Sky |
Categories: dark, death, war,

March

March
Why do they blame us momma? 
What did we ever do? 
We never asked for this 
We never asked for this 
Never 
Never 
Please momma 
I want to go home 
We want to go home 
It hurts 
It hurts 
There’s so much blood 
So much  
So much blood 
Bodies drop everywhere 
We’re just kids 
Only kids 
We didn’t ask for this 
Why are they yelling that it’s our fault ?
Please momma 
I want to go home 
Will I be the same man momma? 
I hear them 
There coming for me momma 
Please save me momma 
Please momma 
Their coming closer 
Closer 
Their right here 
Please 
Save 
Me

Poem Details | by Paul Callus |
Categories: death, march,

Portent of Doom


Beware the Ides of March when sudden blizzards pass sowing deadly devastation. With harsh intense relentless brutal force they charge, unforgiving… in their wake tears frozen.
------------------------------- A Butterfly Cinquain Contest Sponsored by Jenish Somadas © 2nd May, 2020

Poem Details | by Haxer Ling |
Categories: absence, child, farewell, grief, i miss you, love, war,

March Back Home

I didn’t know
That when I said “Goodbye”
It was really farewell.

Always the hero,
The people’s saviour.
You saved them,
But you can’t save me.

March home to me my child,
March back to me my love,
You are my life,
You were hero,

March back home to me.

Poem Details | by Luqman Samin |
Categories: appreciation, confidence, death, emo, march, old,

An Unflashy Ending

Common finish full of flashes,
Reorganized thought meaningful pictures;
Sounds coarse but soothing,
The epilogue is only for you to think.

Ah, how good will it be,
Finishing line that I will see;
At the end of my last beat,
Alas, let me have a seat,
Into my own, unflashy ending.

Edited: 25/06/2020