Top 100 Poems About: DEATH

In this page, poems on / about “death” are listed.
  • 1.
    O Captain! My Captain!

    O CAPTAIN! my Captain! our fearful trip is done;
    The ship has weather'd every rack, the prize we sought is won;
    The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting, read more »

    Walt Whitman
  • 2.
    Because I Could Not Stop For Death

    Because I could not stop for Death-
    He kindly stopped for me-
    The Carriage held but just Ourselves-
    And Immortality. read more »

    Emily Dickinson
  • 3.
    Annabel Lee

    It was many and many a year ago,
    In a kingdom by the sea,
    That a maiden there lived whom you may know
    By the name of ANNABEL LEE; read more »

    Edgar Allan Poe
  • 4.
    And You As Well Must Die, Belovèd Dust

    And you as well must die, belovèd dust,
    And all your beauty stand you in no stead;
    This flawless, vital hand, this perfect head,
    This body of flame and steel, before the gust read more »

    Edna St. Vincent Millay
  • 5.
    Nothing But Death

    There are cemeteries that are lonely,
    graves full of bones that do not make a sound,
    the heart moving through a tunnel,
    in it darkness, darkness, darkness, read more »

    Pablo Neruda
  • 6.
    Crossing The Bar

    Sunset and evening star,
    And one clear call for me!
    And may there be no moaning of the bar,
    When I put out to sea, read more »

    Alfred Lord Tennyson
  • 7.

    Come thou, thou last one, whom I recognize,
    unbearable pain throughout this body's fabric:
    as I in my spirit burned, see, I now burn in thee:
    the wood that long resisted the advancing flames read more »

    Rainer Maria Rilke
  • 8.
    Do Not Stand At My Grave And Weep

    Do not stand at my grave and weep
    I am not there. I do not sleep.
    I am a thousand winds that blow.
    I am the diamond glints on snow. read more »

    Mary Elizabeth Frye
  • 9.
    The Little White Hearse

    Somebody’s baby was buried to-day –
    The empty white hearse from the grave rumbled back,
    And the morning somehow seemed less smiling and gay
    As I paused on the sidewalk while it crossed on its way, read more »

    Ella Wheeler Wilcox
  • 10.
    Death Be Not Proud

    Death be not proud, though some have called thee
    Mighty and dreadfull, for, thou art not soe,
    For, those, whom thou think'st, thou dost overthrow,
    Die not, poore death, nor yet canst thou kill mee. read more »

    John Donne
  • 11.
    But Not Forgotten

    I think, no matter where you stray,
    That I shall go with you a way.
    Though you may wander sweeter lands,
    You will not soon forget my hands, read more »

    Dorothy Parker
  • 12.
    The Reaper And The Flowers

    There is a Reaper whose name is Death,
    And, with his sickle keen,
    He reaps the bearded grain at a breath,
    And the flowers that grow between. read more »

    Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
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