Poems About: DEATH

In this page, poems on / about “death” are listed.

  • 313.
    Funeral

    I want to have my funeral
    But first I need to die
    But not an ordinary death
    You see read more »

    Jennifer Alejandra
  • 314.
    Till Death

    Till death do us part my love
    till death pull us away
    till death ruins our lives
    till death. We Stay! read more »

    Mozafar Ali
  • 315.
    Laureate

    DEATH met a little child who cried
    For a bright star which earth denied,
    And Death, so sympathetic, kissed it,
    Saying: 'With me read more »

    Isabel Ecclestone Mackay
  • 316.
    Am I obsessed with death?

    Stroking a head of a snake
    Feeling a tiger’s breath
    Am I obsessed with death?
    Am I obsessed with death? read more »

    Slava Olchevski
  • 317.
    Breath of Death

    Death is not death-
    It is life without breath.
    Life on earth is life that is blind-
    Blinded by stress and the curse of time… read more »

    Brad Lomeli
  • 318.
    What is Death

    What is Death?

    What is death?
    I ask of thee read more »

    Sepehr Reybod
  • 319.
    Deaths Journey

    Death like a cancer grows,
    When it comes, nobody knows.
    Enslaved in shadow,
    This 'Killing King', read more »

    Philip Lore
  • 320.
    and death washes only bones

    And death washes only bones;
    The mouth of death speaks oft of every tounge
    Never his patience once lost is found in all your nature;
    Death washes a bone and the astrologer hands two back, read more »

    Is It Poetry
  • 321.
    Death

    Death is what I deal with.
    Death is what I face.
    Death is something you don't face.
    Death and gore are all I know. read more »

    dymon sidebottom
  • 322.
    Death Rider

    As I ride I hear Death talk
    As I ride I hear Death walk
    Into the darkness of the shade, he sends yet another
    Death is perched at my side like a brother. read more »

    Abdul Malik Habibalah Wajid Hunter
  • 323.
    When Death

    (Yet another early work - one month shy of 17)

    When death is coming up your walk,
    And you're unaware of his escence, read more »

    Michael Troy Buffo
  • 324.
    Slave

    I am the slave of death
    I bring forth pain and sorrow
    I never sleep and never weep
    I am the slave of death. read more »

    Isabella Epona
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