Death Poems
A Bridge Called LoveIt takes us back to brighter years,
to happier sunlit days,
and to precious moments
that will be with us always.
And these fond recollections
are treasured in the heart
to bring us always close to those
from whom we had to part.
There is a bridge of memories
from earth to Heaven above...
It keeps our dear ones near us
It's the bridge that we call love.
All is well
Death is nothing at all,
I have only slipped away into the next room, I am I and you are you,
Whatever we were to each other, that we are still.
Call me by my old familiar name,
Speak to me in the easy way which you always used.
Put no difference in your tone,
Wear no forced air of solemnity or sorrow,
laugh as we always laughed at the little jokes we enjoyed together.
Play, smile, think of me, pray for me.
Let my name be ever the household word that it always was,
let it be spoken without effort, without the trace of shadow on it.
Life means all that it ever meant.
It is the same as it ever was, there is unbroken continuity.
Why should I be out of mind because I am out of sight
I am waiting for you, for an interval, somewhere very near, just around the corner.
Because I could not stop for Death,
He kindly stopped for me;
The carriage held but just ourselves
And Immortality.
We slowly drove, he knew no haste,
And I had put away
My labour, and my leisure too,
For his civility.
We passed the school where children played,
Their lessons scarcely done;
We passed the fields of gazing grain,
We passed the setting sun.
We paused before a house that seemed
A swelling of the ground;
The roof was scarcely visible,
The cornice but a mound.
Since then 'tis centuries; but each
Feels shorter than the day
I first surmised the horses' heads
Were toward eternity.
Nor dread nor hope attend
A dying animal;
A man awaits his end
Dreading and hoping all;
Many times he died,
Many times rose again.
A great man in his pride
Confronting murderous men
Casts derision upon
Supersession of breath;
He knows death to the bone
Man has created death.
Death And Peril
Peril, Has Hands
Death, Likes Numbers
Peril, Reached over to Death and shook his hand
Death, Shook the hand of Peril, with his digits
Peril, Exchanged conversation with Death
Death, Exchanged thoughts and glares
Death Loved Peril
Peril Loved Death
When Death watching Peril walked toward him, he shuttered
When Peril, walked toward Death, her body swayed from side to side
Death Loved Peril
Peril Loved Death
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.
From rest and sleepe, which but thy pictures bee,
Much pleasure, then from thee, much more must flow,
And soonest our best men with thee doe goe,
Rest of their bones, and soules deliverie.
Thou art slave to Fate, Chance, kings, and desperate men,
And dost with poyson, warre, and sicknesse dwell,
And poppie, or charmes can make us sleepe as well,
And better then thy stroake; why swell'st thou then
One short sleepe past, wee wake eternally,
And death shall be no more; death, thou shalt die.
In the face without masks
Death is a woman
In the moment you know yourself
Death is a woman
At the end of all questions
Death is a woman
As the well of all answers
Death is a woman
At the end of all regrets
Death is a woman
In the liberation through tears
Death is a woman
As the relief from battle
Death is a woman
In the loving embrace
Death is a woman
As the end of all pain
Death is a woman
As the return to the source
Death is a woman
In the dreamless sleep
Death is a woman
In the endless peace
Death is a woman
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
Death is when your loved ones have forever gone away
Death is a call to heaven or hell
Death is an eternal mansion or cell
Death is a lesson to learn about
Death is a loss, without a doubt
Death is an unhappy feeling to have
Death is unpleasant on anyone's behalf
Death is something we all will go through
Death is a storm waiting to brew
Death is a lingering crow always overhead
Death is a soul, done being fed
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
death can kill your soul mate then come and get you
death is easy to get
death by a gun
death by a knife
death by in a gallow
death by the gilliteens
death by hands
death be accident
death by shock
an exploding heart in your body
Death is a sharp pain to the heart
Death is a feeling of sadness and a pain that won’t go away
Death is a sign to let you know it’s your time to go
Death is something you can’t run from
Death is a call to heaven or hell
Life is a lease that is to short
Death is a lesson to learn about
Death is an unhappy feeling to go through
Death is the air we breathe
Death is something we will go through soon
Death is something you can’t forget about
Life is something to enjoy because it’s to short
Life goes by fast
Before you know it you are on your last breath
Death is something to be afraid of
Death is a life long curse for everyone
Death is something we don’t want to happen
Death is something we have to stand up to
Death is something that we don’t want to go through
Death is something old not brand new.
Death is forever, so dont flirt with death
Death is painfull, so stay away from knifes
Death is not for lovers, so dont die
Death is not for me, so dont even try
Death is never clear, so be carefull
Death is never fun, so stay away from strangers
Death is never pleasing, so dont get caught up in the hype
Death is never fair, so get use to it
Death is always occuring, so dont forget it
Death is never what u expect, so expect the unexpected
Death is not for you, so please dont give up
Death is forever, so dont forget that
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 glint on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you wake in the morning hush,
I am the swift, uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circling flight.
I am the soft starlight at night.
Do not stand at my grave and weep.
I am not there, I do not sleep.
Do not stand at my grave and cry.
I am not there, I did not die!