GDPR Cookie Consent by FreePrivacyPolicy
Death Poems About Identity

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

Poem Details | by Stephanie LeAnn |
Categories: dark, deep, grief, identity,

Your Abyss

A muffled voice barely audible
his words are ice
cold enough to freeze the warmest heart
My Heart
As heavy as lead
slowly drowning me
pulling me into a never ending abyss
my own madness taking control
surrounded by my own desperation 
the more I struggle 
the more I become the rusty weather worn anchor
oxygen deprived lungs
gasping at any change to feel alive

Poem Details | by Timothy Hicks |
Categories: blue, childhood, dad, father son, grief, identity, innocence,

The Man of the House

You left without saying goodbye
and now I'll never know what it was like,
to have you teach me, eye to eye.
You left without saying goodbye.
Now who will show me how to ride a bike
or chide me when I tell a lie?
You left without saying goodbye
and now I'll never know what it was like.

NOTE: Fictional.

Yet again, another old poem, but have some newer ones in the back-burner. There are so many things to write about, if only one is in the mood and state of mind to organize those thoughts into something tangible and readable.

Poem Details | by TAMMY REAMS |
Categories: blessing, death, identity, spiritual,

Soul Collector

          We are all collectors of love that for eternity will feed the soul

     When ONE love has passed from earth it's just a memory that brings days of hurt

     When WE have passed on from earth in heaven our souls marrow into one

           Our essence no longer shy.

T Reams  copyright 2015

Poem Details | by Laura Breidenthal |
Categories: abuse, death, deep, grief, hurt, identity, prison,

Barred Revelations

Brain rewired
The spine of prison rattles
Hearts harden

Hungry dogs
Chomp on the bars and the bones
Of his hope

He is lost
Dreams and fears confirm his tears
Time is gone

Guilty truths
Drizzle down his swollen cheeks
“God, I’m yours. . .

Lift my eyes
For your light is my way to 
Shame my foes. . .

My clothes droop
My body slumped against death
This soul swells. . .

I need her. . .
If only you knew how much
I miss her. . .

I need You
For You have stayed here with me
Patiently. . .”

The sun peeks
His sad eyes take in the warmth
His heart melts

We are free
The sky is open to you
Now Stay Strong


Poem Details | by Gary Bateman |
Categories: allegory, confidence, identity, integrity, passion, strength, sympathy,



Noble character—
With a greatness of spirit!
Never vindictive . . . 
	Generous and forgiving . . . 
High-minded and always just!

Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved
December 22, 2018 (Tanka)

Poem Details | by jay moore |
Categories: dark, death, death of a friend, evil, farewell, fate, identity,

Walkabout with Death

I've been on a walkabout with death
He keeps trying for my last breath

But I will not go gently or quietly anywhere
Anywhere I want, most wouldn't dare

He just took my uncle, and is coming for my friend
I got in the truck and took him to face his end

They say I don't know my place
To fall in line, that's the disgrace

They want to send me away again
To try and see where my mind has been
And why I'm layered with sin

It'll be their turn
To see if they can learn

I do not hide
What I am inside

Poem Details | by Al Parry |
Categories: anniversary, baby, baptism, beauty, bereavement, best friend, birthday, boyfriend, bridal shower, brother, caregiving, celebration, child, childhood, farewell, feelings, first love, children, for him, kids, freedom, friendship, funeral, girlfriend, giving, goodbye, graduation, grandchild, granddaughter, grandmother, grandparents, grandson, happiness, happy, health, heartbroken, hope, identity, inspiration, jesus,


Teenage Girls clad in the latest fashions,
Do it whenever they meet,
Grown men aren't afraid to show some passion,
When their team's comeback is complete,
They can say hello, they can say goodbye,
And anything inbetween,
If you open your arms and crack a smile,
There is nothing that a hug cannot mean.

Poem Details | by A.O. Taner |
Categories: boyfriend, desire, destiny, girlfriend, good morning, good night, grief, happy, heartbreak, heartbroken, humanity, i love you, i miss you, identity, imagination, inspiration, inspirational, irony, jealousy, joy, light, lost love, love, love hurts, meaningful, miss you, missing, missing you, motivation, night, nostalgia, perspective, philosophy, relationship, repetition, romance, romantic, sunset, truth,

Her Soul

it's not the sun that rises each morning
it's my mind setting into the light;

it's not the sun that sets each evening
it's her soul rising onto the night.

Poem Details | by Ngoc Nguyen |
Categories: beauty, character, child, depression, emotions, faith, feelings, friend, friendship, girl, god, grief, growing up, growth, happiness, heart, hope, identity, inspiration, introspection, jesus, life, loneliness, lonely, longing, love, mentor, metaphor, pain, people, philosophy, psychological, relationship, sad, sorrow, spiritual, strength, student, sympathy, teen, teenage, truth, uplifting, wisdom, women, youth,

Lines of Comfort and Reassurance to My Sad, Lovely Lass

Give me drink, rest, and solitude—
these are all the things I long for;
give me as well your finest food,
and I'll ask of you, lass, no more!

My lovely lass, what's the matter—
why are you all down and alone?
Don't be vexed because you're sadder
than most, dear, for God loves His own.

Sweet girl, I'll tell you a secret:
if I were a young lad again,
I'd chase you for your sweet asset.
But as I am two-score and ten

years old (with wife in deed), never
can I be your white knight with steed;
but your sadness won't last forever,
if you pray for the one you need. 

Poem Details | by Kurdt Cohen |
Categories: conflict, courage, emotions, eulogy, grief, identity, image,


A book about a broken man
Is what I sit and read
A tale of the ups and downs-
A game of love and greed

I turn the pages readily
And languish in the hope
But at the end of every chapter
His dreams go up in smoke

This book is sad and beautiful
The paper worth the tree
But who would think that with its ink
The book is reading me

Poem Details | by Trevor McLeod |
Categories: assonance, bereavement, character, crazy, identity, introspection, irony,

Me, Myself And I

Me, myself and I
were talking to myself
when I asked me a question
and he was not himself.

He, himself and him
was questioning himself
when he spoke much like me
and I was less myself.

She, herself and her
was talking to ourselves
Leaving us to wonder
who was who's own self.

They, themselves and them
joined us in themselves
and now we were together
in being our own selves.

Poem Details | by Jen Franks |
Categories: beauty, celebration, city, community, courage, culture, devotion, freedom, grave, identity, inspiration, inspirational, life, memory, nature, patriotic, people, political, power, september, symbolism, tribute, urban, veterans day, war, wisdom,

United Nations Plaza

Temperature dip
urban leaves turned
Autumn, sniffing around
for a place to settle
no Farmer's Market
in San Francisco today.

Poem Details | by Igor Goldkind |
Categories: death, identity, innocence,

Sedition of the Innocent

What was said was dead before it was spoken.
These are the laments of the old and the pale
But these here, are the moments eternity has flung at us.

We must not waste time...
we must not waste time...
we must not waste time...

Those are the echoes of ancient voices waiting to be quelled,
that call to us from the farthest shore.
They say: “Hey  Buddy, 

Keep on swimming, keep on dreaming your better self.
Keep your head well above the water,
and remember… to breathe”.

Igor Goldkind © October 13th, 2014

Poem Details | by Manar Ammar |
Categories: birth, body, death, identity, memory, racism,

skin is mortal

If my nostrils were bigger
My inhales would last forever
I can breath. 
Firstly. Profoundly. deeply 
Fill my atom with Suns

A glittering flowing breath
fly elaborately to Cairo
Sit on a nightly spot 
Warming the center of the world 

close the book
let dust manifest 
Why do we insist on coming back
If we hate it here so much
Why do we come to life 

The skin enveloping you
Is no match for the windy state 
Skin up my child
Reach out and fortify 

When they tried to kill 'your people'
They killed all peoples 
Death have no skin 
Skin is mortal

Poem Details | by James Fraser |
Categories: angst, anxiety, change, death, future, how i feel, identity,

That's Life

torn, twisted lies he thinking, blinking, sinking I one looks up, declines .

Poem Details | by Sharon Gulley |
Categories: emotions, grief, hurt, identity, journey, life, me, moon,

Silver Moon

Embracing eyes of the silver moon
hear my plea as I speak with you.

Hear within my deep despair that
I need to know healing care.

Shine down upon my head of grey
and bring to me the grace for
which I pray.

Lighten up the hurt within my soul
and teach me to be humble for
humility I have mastered so.

This time with you means so much
and I thank you for being my friend
so perfectly hung from the heavens

Sharon Gulley

Poem Details | by Kolawole Owoigbe |
Categories: adventure, africa, black african american, class, color, community, education, emotions, evil, fairy, good night, goodbye, hope, identity, image, imagery, imagination, inspirational, irony, memory, mystery, poetry, political, poverty, remember, repetition, sad, satire, sympathy,

Boat Of Poverty

Why this boat?
Could it be boat of destitution?
Conveying Epidemics, Hunger, Rags,
Malnutrition and Illiteracy.

Descend from me!
Banish from my world!
You cursed word!
You that called education a"Privilege"!
Patrimony of ghetto!

W.H.O called you "Lion of Africa",
U N called you "Agenda ".
Predicament to black,
Livelihood to white.

Harking to conviction,
Capsize and rise no more.
For "Black Rose" to smile again
On the land of plenty.

Poem Details | by Billy Marshall Stoneking |
Categories: change, culture, death, identity, longing, lost, technology,


The dead can offer you nothing
except your own, hard work.
Don’t stand so close.
Their reach is longer than your fear.
They are desperadoes with
nothing to lose,
nothing to give,
only more of the same.

Don’t stare too hard
at those full of their own emptiness.
They have nothing to offer,
nothing in their words, their eyes,
they can’t offer their hearts -
they have none.

If you look too long
you begin might begin
to think you’re just like them,
catching the light rail
eternally stuck between where
they’ve come from
and where you’re going.

Poem Details | by Earl Schumacker |
Categories: absence, death, horror, identity, image, life, love,

When Love Dies

            When Love Dies

When love dies it takes sanity under ugly 
Drops it in a foreign land beneath cold sand 
No rock will take it underneath
It cannot fit or breathe there with the bugs
Because it stinks of death
Lost in decay disinteresting
Rocks have better things to do 
They sit there on the brink 
Some are solid in their dark
Say nothing of their fate 
No reason to think of culture or living things
Malignancy is not their cup of tea
When love dies trees forget to grow
They know the better part of valor
Rooted in the truth
Discretion knows nothing of the pain
When love dies the memory remains

Poem Details | by RAYMOSE JOSI |
Categories: bereavement, bible, creation, death of a friend, destiny, farewell, identity, meaningful, memory, metaphor, nature, pain, philosophy, poetry, rainforest, symbolism,


When you look at the hills faraway at sunset,think of me:
I am the black flock of birds that disappears into the horizon;
 I am the beautful golden sunset that touches your heart; 
I am the wind that blows towards the hills; 
And I am the dark house upon the dark hills; 
I am the old grave that lie silently in the dark moist forest,

Poem Details | by Anna-Marie Docherty |
Categories: 10th grade, 11th grade, 12th grade, 8th grade, 9th grade, character, conflict, death, dedication, education, emotions, endurance, feelings, freedom, grave, identity, image, life, lost, meaningful, memorial day, military, patriotic, peace, perspective, psychological, remember, remembrance day, soldier, veterans day, visionary, war, world war i, world war ii, write, writing,

Best foot forward

Front-line in depth of mortar
Whistling shells and screams of torture
Blood clot gurgles death bell tolls
Hell of pain in body enthrals
Danger rings apprehension stalls

Poem Details | by Earl Schumacker |
Categories: abuse, conflict, death, evil, identity, image, pain,

Devil - Haiku

     Devil – Haiku

red pain with scales stalks
empty souls in shallow graves 
devil fills in sin

Poem Details | by TAMMY REAMS |
Categories: age, death, devotion, faith, forgiveness, identity, life,

Does Age Matter 'For Adult Contest'

In God's eyes I'm just a babe
even though at fifty-seven is my true age

At sixty I will become a child
still time to grow with skill and at times fail

So much learning is still desired
until the day my body will retire

When I'm gone in heaven I soar
in his eyes an adult is born

Everything from past to present
my eyes will see what I have achieved

If I have failed in things I've done
as an adult with God his love is strong.

Contest sponsored by: FJ Thomas

Poem Details | by arthur vaso |
Categories: confusion, eulogy, identity, loss, perspective, psychological, wine,

Into the Night

Into the night

The pen or the knife
Wine or cheesy reality
Dancing with the devil
Delectable choices
Divine voices
Inside my head
Sadness mounts her horse
Decisions and predilections
The pen or the knife?
Do I even have a choice?

Poem Details | by cathy aaron |
Categories: abuse, addiction, angst, betrayal, depression, fear, grief, how i feel, identity, irony, loss, me, pain, sad, symbolism,

Oh Little Pill

Oh little pill that makes the death in me spring to life!! Oh how I love to taste your bitter love and wear the handcuffs you've gifted me with! Oh little pill that decides who I will be today!! Thank you so much little pill for all of your sweet numbness and Please,Please never walk away from me because without you my little pill---I would have to feel. Please little pill I don't want to feel....anything...ever again.