Best Death Poems

Let me die a youngman's death
not a clean and inbetween
the sheets holywater death
not a famous-last-words
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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,
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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.
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shot in the eye
shot in the brain
shot in the ****
shot like a flower in the dance
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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,
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Hey Father Death, I'm flying home
Hey poor man, you're all alone
Hey old daddy, I know where I'm going
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I ask not that my bed of death
From bands of greedy heirs be free;
For these besiege the latest breath
Of fortune's favoured sons, not me.
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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...
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Take the cloak from his face, and at first
Let the corpse do its worst!

How he lies in his rights of a man!
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Heavenly cursed and heavily sinned I
No more i like to add them, so, I want to die
And I want to become a holy ghost
Whom the people would like the most.
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Death is forever
So don't flirt with suicide

Death is painful
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Then Almitra spoke, saying, 'We would ask now of Death.'

And he said:
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War's a joke for me and you,
Wile we know such dreams are true.
- Siegfried Sassoon
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There are lone cemeteries,
tombs full of soundless bones,
the heart threading a tunnel,
a dark, dark tunnel:
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A stone I died and rose again a plant;
A plant I died and rose an animal;
I died an animal and was born a man.
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Any soul that drank the nectar of your passion was lifted.
From that water of life he is in a state of elation.
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O marriage-bells, your clamor tells
Two weddings in one breath.
SHE marries whom her love compels:
- And I wed Goodman Death!
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O thou the last fulfilment of life,
Death, my death, come and whisper to me!
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Weep not, weep not,
She is not dead;
She's resting in the bosom of Jesus.
Heart-broken husband--weep no more;
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Death, be not proud, though some have callèd thee
Mighty and dreadful, for thou art not so;
For those whom thou think'st thou dost overthrow
Die not, poor death, nor yet canst thou kill me.
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I have a rendezvous with Death
At some disputed barricade,
When Spring comes back with rustling shade
And apple-blossoms fill the air—
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Any lifetime that is spent without seeing the master
Is either death in disguise or a deep sleep.
The water that pollutes you is poison;
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Then Almitra spoke, saying, 'We would ask now of Death.'
And he said:
You would know the secret of death.
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I reason death in its glorious beauty
Like golden evening cloud
On a bright sunny day
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How much death works,
No one knows what a long
Day he puts in. The little
Wife always alone
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The tempest calmed after bending the branches of the trees and leaning heavily upon the grain in the field. The stars appeared as broken remnants of lightning, but now silence prevailed over all, as if Nature's war had never been fought.

At that hour a young woman entered her chamber and knelt by her bed sobbing bitterly. Her heart flamed with agony but she could finally open her lips and say, 'Oh Lord, bring him home safely to me. I have exhausted my tears and can offer no more, oh Lord, full of love and mercy. My patience is drained and calamity is seeking possession of my heart. Save him, oh Lord, from the iron paws of War; deliver him from such unmerciful Death, for he is weak, governed by the strong. Oh Lord, save my beloved, who is Thine own son, from the foe, who is Thy foe. Keep him from the forced pathway to Death's door; let him see me, or come and take me to him.'
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Death is when your loved ones must depart
Death is a sharp pain to the heart

Death is a feeling of permanent sadness and pain
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All but Death, can be Adjusted—
Dynasties repaired—
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Thou hast made me, and shall thy work decay?
Repair me now, for now mine end doth haste;
I run to death, and death meets me as fast,
And all my pleasures are like yesterday.
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AS I watch'd the ploughman ploughing,
Or the sower sowing in the fields- or the harvester harvesting,
I saw there too, O life and death, your analogies:
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In the silence of the night Death descended from God toward the earth. He hovered above a city and pierced the dwellings with his eyes. He say the spirits floating on wings of dreams, and the people who were surrendered to the Slumber.

When the moon fell below the horizon and the city became black, Death walked silently among the houses - careful to touch nothing - until he reached a palace. He entered through the bolted gates undisturbed, and stood by the rich man's bed; and as Death touched his forehead, the sleeper's eyes opened, showing great fright.
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Married villages emptied to the call.
Young single men from well-worn towns
Changed from suits and flat caps to khaki.
They changed their hob nailed working boots
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We lack all knowledge of this parting. Death
does not deal with us. We have no reason
to show death admiration, love or hate;
his mask of feigned tragic lament gives us
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Lord, Shepherd my dad today
In green pastures let him lay
To still waters guide his way
Restoreth his soul, I pray
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976

Death is a Dialogue between
The Spirit and the Dust.
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It's Death again - He's always there -
Watching, waiting - e'er the stare!
Every time I look behind
Or reach to pull the window blind,
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LAMP of my life, the lips of Death
Hath blown thee out with their sudden breath;
Naught shall revive thy vanished spark . . .
Love, must I dwell in the living dark?
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On the seashore of endless worlds children meet.
The infinite sky is motionless overhead and the restless water is boisterous. On the seashore of endless worlds the children meet with shouts and dances.
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The most painful dawn,
one can ever know,
is the painful death,
of love let go.
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Death you are going to die
You have ravished our hearts and compelled us to cry
Death you are going to die
You have strangled our loved ones and made us ask why
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A prince stood on the balcony of his palace addressing a great multitude summoned for the occasion and said, "Let me offer you and this whole fortunate country my congratulations upon the birth of a new prince who will carry the name of my noble family, and of whom you will be justly proud. He is the new bearer of a great and illustrious ancestry, and upon him depends the brilliant future of this realm. Sing and be merry!" The voices of the throngs, full of joy and thankfulness, flooded the sky with exhilarating song, welcoming the new tyrant who would affix the yoke of oppression to their necks by ruling the weak with bitter authority, and exploiting their bodies and killing their souls. For that destiny, the people were singing and drinking ecstatically to the heady of the new Emir.

Another child entered life and that kingdom at the same time. While the crowds were glorifying the strong and belittling themselves by singing praise to a potential despot, and while the angels of heaven were weeping over the people's weakness and servitude, a sick woman was thinking. She lived in an old, deserted hovel and, lying in her hard bed beside her newly born infant wrapped with ragged swaddles, was starving to death. She was a penurious and miserable young wife neglected by humanity; her husband had fallen into the trap of death set by the prince's oppression, leaving a solitary woman to whom God had sent, that night, a tiny companion to prevent her from working and sustaining life.
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Thou hast made me, and shall thy work decay?
Repair me now, for now mine end doth haste,
I run to death, and death meets me as fast,
And all my pleasures are like yesterday;
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Death, be not proud, though some have called thee
Mighty and dreadful, for thou art not so;
For those whom thou think'st thou dost overthrow,
Die not, poor Death, nor yet canst thou kill me.
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I see the death everyday
Death in relations
Death in religion and faith
Death of man in man
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I am left with no hope at all,
No possibility to reach my goal,
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I woke in a place that was dark
The air was spicy and still
I was bandaged from head to foot
The morning that death was killed.
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I.
Death is here and death is there,
Death is busy everywhere,
All around, within, beneath,
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In death there is beauty
We will sleep like angels
With the tranquility of innocence
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At the hole where he went in
Red-Eye called to Wrinkle-Skin.
Hear what little Red-Eye saith:
"Nag, come up and dance with death! "
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O Death, O Death, rock me asleep,
Bring me to quiet rest;
Let pass my weary guiltless ghost
Out of my careful breast.
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To be absent from the body
Is to be present with the Lord
The dust returns to earth
The spirit returns to God Who gave it
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for Sylvia Plath

O Sylvia, Sylvia,
with a dead box of stones and spoons,
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Death's the lover that I'd be taking;
Wild and fickle and fierce is he.
Small's his care if my heart be breaking-
Gay young Death would have none of me.
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DEATH is stronger than all the governments because
the governments are men and men die and then
death laughs: Now you see 'em, now you don't.
Death is stronger than all proud men and so death
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The innocent were slaughtered
So many years ago
In the town of Bethlehem
Slew by an evil foe
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Fighting for freedom,
Fall of a valiant soldier
Resting in the Lord
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TARRY a while, O Death, I cannot die
While yet my sweet life burgeons with its spring;
Fair is my youth, and rich the echoing boughs
Where dhadikulas sing.
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We know this much
Death is an evil;
we have the gods'
word for it; they too
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Is suicide really suicide or death with a cause
I mean were not breaking any laws

You hate us because we’re different and we dress in black
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Why do you whisper so faintly in
my ears, O Death, my Death?
When the flowers droop in the
evening and cattle come back to their
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(one)
Love brings war
Love breeds hate
Love births peace
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Stop, Christian passer-by : Stop, child of God,
And read, with gentle breast. Beneath this sod
A poet lies, or that which once seem'd he--
O, lift one thought in prayer for S. T. C.--
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Alas, poor Death! Where is thy glory?
Where is thy famous force, thy ancient sting?

Alas, poor mortal, void of story!
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I am glad God saw Death
And gave Death a job taking care of all who are tired of living:

When all the wheels in a clock are worn and slow and the connections loose
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Death's song plays in tune,
in tune with lives he holds in his hands.

He plays of loneliness and depression to
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For Death—or rather
For the Things 'twould buy—
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What does a death consist
And who are the one who insist
It has air, water and life
A child, children and wife.
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I wage not any feud with Death
For changes wrought on form and face;
No lower life that earth's embrace
May breed with him, can fright my faith.
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Dying, you have left behind you the great sadness of the Eternal
in my life. You have painted my thought's horizon with the sunset
colours of your departure, leaving a track of tears across the
earth to love's heaven. Clasped in your dear arms, life and death
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Death is reality if not caused
Life is gone and paused
Heart is in grief and gripped with fear
Loose interest in life and pain you bear
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The wind blew keenly from the Western sea,
And drove the dead leaves slanting from the tree--
Vanity of vanities, the Preacher saith--
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My heart goes out to my Creator in love
Who gave me Death, as end and remedy.
All living creatures come to quiet Death
For him to eat up their activity
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I have seen almost all the possible Troubles in my life
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IN former songs Pride have I sung, and Love, and passionate, joyful
Life,
But here I twine the strands of Patriotism and Death.
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Life is a well-written lyric with an uncomposed music.
Death is well-composed music for an unwritten lyric,
All drama starts with life and ends with the death
Both have a distinction of innocence with the grandeur of purity.
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970

Color—Caste—Denomination—
These—are Time's Affair—
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Sadness
November 14, 2016

Doctor said, 'Oh! Yours one is no more.'
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929

How far is it to Heaven?
As far as Death this way—
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It was my destiny to die,
and no matter how much you try,
it is everyones destiny to die,
no matter old or young,
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He loved her and he was untrue—
Untrue he was, let loved her still;
For out of nether darkness drew
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Birth and death, twin-sister and twin-brother,
Night and day, on all things that draw breath,
Reign, while time keeps friends with one another
Birth and death.
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(With much help from Robert Good, William Shakespeare,
John Milton, and little Catherine Schwartz)
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705

Suspense—is Hostiler than Death—
Death—tho'soever Broad,
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death can get you any time
death can get you in your sleep
death can get you in your wake
death can get your friend
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I wage not any feud with Death
For changes wrought on form and face;
No lower life that earth's embrace
May breed with him, can fright my faith.
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When I die, leave my corpse there.
There where they vivisect dead bodies,
In the mortuary of the Medical College.
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When death comes
I’ll need not love –
Consumed,
No wreath or dove
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Seven nations stood with their hands on the jaws of death.
It was the first week in August, Nineteen Hundred Fourteen.
I was listening, you were listening, the whole world was listening,
And all of us heard a Voice murmuring:
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I have come to a stage
When times hardly moves
I have come to a stage
When nobody cares for me
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Death paints darkness at noon
Earth not feared of death
Death paints darkness at noon
Sun shines sky so bright
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My Day is Done
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Day after day with hope new,
One after another I am led,
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SCENTED herbage of my breast,
Leaves from you I yield, I write, to be perused best afterwards,
Tomb-leaves, body-leaves, growing up above me, above death,
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WHEEL

Wheel of life moves,
Like the wheel of time,
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Leave the matters of life for the wise to ponder on,
Let the emptiest vessels make enough sound,
The last words that the world would hear will be ~Nothing.
Since, everything in life is heading towards Death (Nothing) .
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