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Death Poems About Villanelle

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Poem Details | by Shadow Hamilton |
Categories: death, life,

Death Calls

I see you there, for me waiting,
you hover in endless patience,
now I pass, death me is calling.

Yet I linger on, each breath rasping, 
as I am clearing my conscience,
I see you there, for me waiting.

Too soon the curtains are parting,
now at an end is my patience,
now I pass, death me is calling.

Time is slowing, it's so daunting,
draining away is my essence.
I see you there, for me waiting.


Grievances now aside casting,
Letting in instead, some cogence,
now I pass, death me is calling.

Death I have treated with voidance,
giving it little reverence,
I see you there, for me waiting,
now I pass, death me is calling.


Poem Details | by Euginia Liapich |
Categories: angst, bereavement, emotions, february, grief, heartbroken, suicide,

Why didn't I die

Why didn't I die, why didn't I die 
When all the dreams and hope do fail
Dear Savior take away my life

Yet still to this day do I grind
In search for that dear wanted grail
Why didn't I die, why didn't I die 

So I have thought for months and months
Leaving behind a an endless trail
Dear Savior take away my life

My hope for program has gone wrong
And beat me like an evil tail
Why didn't I die, why didn't I die

I feel so hurt I cannot try
My wracked soul has left me frail
Dear Savior take away my life

And from my failures do I hide
While burning blushing in my shame
Why didn't I die, why didn't I die
Dear Savior take away my life

Poem Details | by HevinLea Watson |
Categories: abuse, allah, autumn, death, desire, symbolism,

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Poem Details | by Michael Soto |
Categories: conflict, death, depression, holocaust, murder, solitude, war,

The Bodies are Piling One by One

While the bodies are piling one by one.
Mother is scared, but calm.
Now look at what they've done.

Father is hurt, but they think they won
Mother makes me hold her palm,
While the bodies are piling one by one.

My family is weak and they are done.
Killing people like a time bomb.
Now look at what they've done.

Everyone is done with the "fun"
Now it's time to rise up with mom,
While the bodies are piling one by one.

Germans shooting with machine guns;
America is here to stop their bomb.
Now look at what they've done.

We are trapped, nowhere to run
My mom tells me to stay calm,
While the bodies are piling one by one.
Now look at what they've done.


Poem Details | by Gabe V. |
Categories: bird, death, flying, halloween,

The messenger

Raven, flying through the night
bringer of everlasting rest
against his word you must not fight

Works for the one who takes the light
the one who knows what time is best
raven, flying through the night

For although his words may bite
to you he flew from his nest
against his word you must not fight

Through his master's strong might
he can speak to the smallest pest
raven, flying through the night

His master sends him to the site
and though you think I jest
against his word you must not fight

While I sit here, this I write
he is perched on my shoulder cawing with zest
raven, flying through the night
against his word I must not fight

Poem Details | by Barbara Gorelick |
Categories: death,

I Do Not Need The Light


cradle me in your comfort , night
hide me in your dark corners
for I no longer need  the light

keep me hidden from all sight
sign no hymns in consolation
cradle me in your comfort, night

there need be no candles bright
no shadows on my bosom fall
for I no longer need the light

for this lone road be my right
this dear passage I have earned
cradle me in your comfort, night

alone the falcon on his flight
soaring on it's endless quest
for I no longer need the light

In quiet comfort wrap me tight
there be peace behind the door
cradle me in your comfort, night
for I no longer need the light




Poem Details | by Shadow Hamilton |
Categories: dark, death, tree,

Something Stirring

As night descends, casting darkness
all is silent and so very still
waiting, listening, and breathless

Into the dark of nights coldness
do you feel it, that stone cold chill
as night descends, casting darkness

The cold seeping chilling  denseness
it seems to invade , to instill
waiting, listening, and breathless

Something  stirring in the blackness
the noises now loud and so shrill
as night descends, casting darkness 

Death shows his face full of graveness
in the dark stands waiting to kill
waiting, listening and breathless 

Now life seeps away, its painless
just a gasp then it flees noiseless
as night descends, casting darkness
waiting, listening and breathless


Poem Details | by Sara Kendrick |
Categories: death, pets, me,

A Place Of Goodbyes

A place of goodbyes is the earth
Each generation we let go
Heaven_ place of hellos and mirth

Whitey went_ will there be rebirth
Or with animals only end though
A place of goodbyes is the earth

Sadness overwhelmed_she had worth
Was good ratter now receives gateau
Heaven_ place of hellos and mirth

While here on this earth, let me unearth
And expand on my good traits let grow
A place of goodbyes is the earth

I'll leave_ take spiritual rebirth
Put on my countenance's warm glow
Heaven_ place of hellos and mirth

All will leave in flight that is dearth
Now new body on me bestow
A place of goodbyes is the earth
Heaven_place of hellos and mirth

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Poem Details | by Mac McGovern |
Categories: death, history, life, loss, sad, warhistory,

When History Cries

Men come forth
Black clouds hover, answer the call
When history cries

Upon the field, once green
Flowing red, wars bitter friend
Men come forth

Sweethearts love lost forever
Patriotism wounded, refuses to die
When history cries

Who knows the heart of warriors
Uniforms identify living and dead, ranks define
Men come forth

When next the call to arms
Forget not valor upon whose fields hero’s are born
Men come forth
When history cries

Poem Details | by Deborah Foster |
Categories: angst, bereavement, break up, cry,

I Don't Love You Villianelle

It's not that I love you
Or even that I care
You just make my heart blue.

I never meant to love so few
I've said more than most dare.
It's not that I love you.

Apart from you I slowly drew
It's just you only sit there
You just make my heart blue

I'm sure that you dislike me too
You sit with a cold glare
It's not that I love you

I'd love to tell you in a hakiu
Or even a little prayer
You just make my heart blue

I'd kneel at a wooden, old pew
With my dirty feet bare
It's not that I love you
You just make my heart blue.

Poem Details | by Norman Purvis |
Categories: animals, death, holiday,

The Wildebeast

Save this animal from it's fate.
Before it is too late.
Don't sit back and watch the sight.
Of thousands of animals, day and night.
Pile up dead.

Help to save them.
You can too.
Don't talk. See it through.
A Thousand bulldozers, tractors, all.
A thousand drivers, mechanics, all.
The cliffs to fall.

They must migrate for food.
The way, we can show.
To come and go.
In safety and quality.
Without the terrible agony.

No holiday this year.
The money give here.
Sit on your sofa.
Think it over.
Watch them live not die.

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Poem Details | by Amanda Yenter |
Categories: death,

Nine Months to a broken heart

we were excited to have a little one growing
inside we showed our pride
Nine Months To Broken Hearts
We know you liked going over the bumps
when we were in the car
kicking at the bath water at a far
Nine Months To Broken Hearts
You were our Christmas surprise
we got to see your beautiful blue eyes
Nine Months To Broken Hearts
When it was time for you to be born
trouble was there like a horn there to warn
Nine Months To Bronken Hearts
You were born and could not breath
all we could say was help him please
Nine Months To Bronken Hearts
We had to make the choice no parent
should have to make to let him go for God to take
Nine Months To Broken Hearts

Poem Details | by Nicholas Westerhausen |
Categories: angst, death, depression, life, loss

Sores

So many times before
I have claimed to know.
These things now form sores.

Life was so simply a tour:
Look at the sun; look at the snow.
So many times before.

Now life can be called a bore:
At 5:45 will be the show.
These things now form sores.

I was obsessed with old lore:
Luke Skywalker, "Nooo!"
So many times before.

My body unscathed to the care.
Like uncooked dough.
These things now form sores.

I used to live for so much more,
Now I eat much like a crow.
So many times before,
These things now form sores.

Poem Details | by Tony Bush |
Categories: death, life, nature,

Walking The Reservoir

Walking the reservoir, parched and dry,
beneath white hot sun in cloudless sky;
through shimmering haze that sears the soul
sucking all life from the water hole.

Vacuum lungs cough words that sigh,
arid prayers breathed to mountain’s high,
emploring the heaven’s to weep and cry
yet grass burns black from moisture stole,
walking the reservoir.

To prayers cast there is no reply,
on scorching thermals vulture’s fly
and crazy-paved cracks will take their toll,
a life-blood drought in this dustbowl,
all good intentions blaze and die
walking the reservoir.

Poem Details | by Katherine Braithwaite |
Categories: africa, allegory, allusion, political,

The grief of infants



Afghanistan, Iraq,Iran
Can “Democracy” be “forced” on them
Somalia,Yemen,Pakistan

The war on “others", rights of Man
The  grief of  infants, war goes on
Afghanistan, Iraq, Iran

Made in Britain,  torture ,gun
Electric, fearsome,profit, spin
Somalia,Libya,Pakistan

Europe, Jesus ,Vatican
Where does Revolution win?
Afghanistan, Iraq, Iran

Egypt,Palestine,Jordan
Old Man River,death and Sin
Libya,Yemen,Pakistan

From five or six  or maybe ten
The Arts of War, the nuclear ban
Afghanistan, Iraq, Iran
Somalia,Yemen,Pakistan

Poem Details | by Haxer Ling |
Categories: dark, death, life, meaningful, poems, poetry,

The Dark Marches in

Sorrow comes as the night sets in,
For tonight there are no stars.
Can we let the darkness win?

Death’s soldiers come marching in,
Collecting the gifts from Life.
Sorrow comes as the night sets in.

Why don’t we just give in?
The dark is always their.
Can we let the darkness win?

People have tried to fight Life’s twin,
But life betrays all to Death.
Sorrow comes as the night sets in.

All that is and all that’s been
have surrendered to Death’s soldiers.
Can we let the darkness win?

The night is silent with a dreaded din
as we know there’s little time left to live.
Sorrow comes as the night sets in,
Can we let the darkness win?

Poem Details | by Dylan Williamson |
Categories: angst, dark, death, deep, teen,

A Sandy Beach

A Sandy Beach
by Dylan Williamson

In a sandy beach
Cool water around
In sunlight’s reach

Joy given to each
Playing on the ground
In a sandy beach

Time will teach
Of fun you may hound
In sunlight’s reach

Warmness will leach
Happiness that is found
In a sandy beach

Into the water, you preach
To which you are bound
In sunlight’s reach

Towards the edge, you breach
And fall and you drowned
In a sandy beach
In sunlight’s reach

Written on January 28, 2020