Poems About Death, Famous & Sad Poems About Death

Poems About Death

I have a rendezvous with Death

At some disputed barricade,

When Spring comes back with rustling shade

And apple-blossoms fill the air—

I have a rendezvous with Death

When Spring brings back blue days and fair.

It may be he shall take my hand

And lead me into his dark land

And close my eyes and quench my breath—

It may be I shall pass him still.

I have a rendezvous with Death

On some scarred slope of battered hill

When Spring comes round again this year

And the first meadow-flowers appear...

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 snips proud men on the nose, throws a pair of dice and says: Read ’em and weep.

Death sends a radiogram every day: When I want you I’ll drop in—and then one day he comes with a master-key and lets himself in and says: We’ll go now...

In darkness of the night

I spied him in a tree

Sat I froze by the sight

He was looking at me

The summer's heat became a chill

The angel of death at his kill

My heart skipped with the fright

Blinked my eyes to bet'r see

Glanced back with all my might

Parted he my comp'ny

My chest was quickly pounding still

The angel of death at his kill

I did rise and take flight

The fear made me to flee

From darkness into light

To free captivity

Unbinding my soul from his will

The angel of death at his kill

Many years since that night

Gazed I on that braz'n be

Mem'ries of still incite

Fears of my slavery

Existence of him makes me ill

The angel of death at his kill

Be gentle, sky, and let me rest –

These bones are worn – they lack the zest

Of flesh in life – they’re marrowless! –

Their arid surface, nakedness! –

Betrayed in death; no sheen of red

From coursing blood; and blue was shed

Upon the fading out of eyes

That cased the world and gave disguise

To what my deepest thoughts had been –

But now I’m done with all I’ve seen.

Death Poems

If I only had five minutes the day you passed away,

I would have had time to tell you all the things I needed to say.

I never got to tell you how much you mean to me,

Or that you were the best dad, better than any man could be.

The last time that I talked to you

I wish I would have known.

I would have said I love you,

and kept you on the phone.

If I only had five minutes,

the morning you passed away,

I'd give you one last hug so tight and see your great big smile.

I'd tell you that I don't think I could live without you,

not even for awhile.

I'd kiss your cheek and take your hand and tell you it's okay to go

And tell you that I'll miss you,

more than you'll ever know.

But you were gone so quickly,

One last car ride you'd take.

Before you even knew it,

you were standing at heavens gate.

Now God has called upon you,

It's time to get your wings.

To leave this life behind you,

And enjoy all of heavens beautiful things.

So wait for me in heaven Dad,

Don't let me come alone.

The day the angels come for me,

Please be there to bring me home.

Imagine if I was given one moment,

just a single slice of my past.

I could hold it close forever,

and that moment would always last.

I'd put the moment in a safe,

within my hearts abode.

I could open it when I wanted,

and only I would know the code.

I could choose a time of laughing,

a time of happiness and fun.

I could choose a time that tried me,

through everything I've done.

I sat and thought about what moment,

would always make me smile.

One that would always push me,

to walk that extra mile.

If I'm feeling sad and low,

if I'm struggling with what to do.

I can go and open my little safe,

and watch my moment through.

There are moments I can think of,

that would lift my spirits everytime.

The moments when you picked me up,

when the road was hard to climb.

For me to only pick one moment,

to cherish, save and keep,

Is proving really difficult,

as I've gathered up a heap!

I've dug deep inside my heart,

found the safe and looked inside,

there was room for lots of moments,

in fact hundreds if I tried.

I'm building my own little library,

embedded in my heart,

for all the moments spent with you,

before you had to part.

I can open it up whenever I like,

pick a moment and watch it through,

My little library acts as a promise,

I'll never ever forget you

Poems On Death

Death is not the end

Death can never be the end.

Death is the road.

Life is the traveller.

The Soul is the Guide

...

Our mind thinks of death.

Our heart thinks of life

Our soul thinks of Immortality.

When I die

when my coffin

is being taken out

you must never think

i am missing this world

don't shed any tears

don't lament or

feel sorry

i'm not falling

into a monster's abyss

when you see

my corpse is being carried

don't cry for my leaving

i'm not leaving

i'm arriving at eternal love

when you leave me

in the grave

don't say goodbye

remember a grave is

only a curtain

for the paradise behind

you'll only see me

descending into a grave

now watch me rise

how can there be an end

when the sun sets or

the moon goes down

it looks like the end

it seems like a sunset

but in reality it is a dawn

when the grave locks you up

that is when your soul is freed

have you ever seen

a seed fallen to earth

not rise with a new life

why should you doubt the rise

of a seed named human

have you ever seen

a bucket lowered into a well

coming back empty

why lament for a soul

when it can come back

like Joseph from the well

when for the last time

you close your mouth

your words and soul

will belong to the world of

no place no time