Top 100 Poems About: DEATH


In this page, poems on / about “death” are listed.
  • 1.
    Let Me Die A Youngman's Death

    Let me die a youngman's death
    not a clean and inbetween
    the sheets holywater death
    not a famous-last-words read more »

    Roger McGough
  • 2.
    And Death Shall Have No Dominion

    And death shall have no dominion.
    Dead man naked they shall be one
    With the man in the wind and the west moon;
    When their bones are picked clean and the clean bones gone, read more »

    Dylan Thomas
  • 3.
    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
  • 4.
    Death Is Nothing At All

    Death is nothing at all.
    I have only slipped away to the next room.
    I am I and you are you.
    Whatever we were to each other, read more »

    Henry Scott Holland
  • 5.
    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
  • 6.
    A Refusal To Mourn The Death, By Fire, Of A Child In London

    Never until the mankind making
    Bird beast and flower
    Fathering and all humbling darkness
    Tells with silence the last light breaking read more »

    Dylan Thomas
  • 7.
    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
  • 8.
    A Poet's Death Is His Life Iv

    The dark wings of night enfolded the city upon which Nature had spread a pure white garment of snow; and men deserted the streets for their houses in search of warmth, while the north wind probed in contemplation of laying waste the gardens. There in the suburb stood an old hut heavily laden with snow and on the verge of falling. In a dark recess of that hovel was a poor bed in which a dying youth was lying, staring at the dim light of his oil lamp, made to flicker by the entering winds. He a man in the spring of life who foresaw fully that the peaceful hour of freeing himself from the clutches of life was fast nearing. He was awaiting Death's visit gratefully, and upon his pale face appeared the dawn of hope; and on his lops a sorrowful smile; and in his eyes forgiveness.

    He was poet perishing from hunger in the city of living rich. He was placed in the earthly world to enliven the heart of man with his beautiful and profound sayings. He as noble soul, sent by the Goddess of Understanding to soothe and make gentle the human spirit. But alas! He gladly bade the cold earth farewell without receiving a smile from its strange occupants. read more »

    Khalil Gibran
  • 9.
    Father Death Blues

    Hey Father Death, I'm flying home
    Hey poor man, you're all alone
    Hey old daddy, I know where I'm going read more »

    Allen Ginsberg
  • 10.
    A Dream Of Death

    I DREAMED that one had died in a strange place
    Near no accustomed hand,
    And they had nailed the boards above her face,
    The peasants of that land, read more »

    William Butler Yeats
  • 11.
    A Death Blow Is A Life Blow To Some

    816

    A Death blow is a Life blow to Some
    Who till they died, did not alive become— read more »

    Emily Dickinson
  • 12.
    An Irish Airman Forsees His Death

    I KNOW that I shall meet my fate
    Somewhere among the clouds above;
    Those that I fight I do not hate,
    Those that I guard I do not love; read more »

    William Butler Yeats
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