Poems about death

They say "just weather the storm"
"Just pass this test"
And "Once it's over, it will all be okay"

But it's not okay.
The storm has passed and it's not okay.
At all.

Because the storm destroyed me. And the pieces it took, the brother that's now gone.
I cannot seem to move on.

They say just weather the storm.
But they're so very wrong.

The aftermath is unbearably worse.

Oh death, you merciless master of the dark underground
Have you no conscious perimeter when you roll call?
Oh death, you heartless master of the great beyond
Does your job description involves making nice people fall?
Why do you always take the best and leave us grieving?
Your only job is to waste beautiful souls and break hearts
A part of our existence as man mortal by God's reckoning.

Oh death, thy cold and frail hands often takes our dearest
Maybe it's God's will to call home the very best among us
Taking them beyond the starry constellations for eternal rest
Where their souls will ride atop a beautiful golden horse
How long will you cause us pains for your selfish gains?
Most times you separate us from those we deeply love
Does it please you to silence us and pull hell's curtains?
Oh death, from us thy grey hands have taken a white dove.

Death is a funny thing.

Everyone says it is something that we must accept when it comes to us.

That it is something that we cannot avoid or change.

Death is more than that.

Death is something with which we should be more or less a companion.

Once we become friendly with Death, we no longer fear it.

We see it for what it truly is.

Not frightening, torture, or a bad omen,

But freedom.

She was there
At her customary place!
Milk on whiskers
And words closed in a paper,
And yet expressions
Were burning in her cold eyes
Which had frozen
The scenes of my house, now blurred!
Dol of my children,
Crow for my father,
And between them
A little queen in her cradle in a palace!
Who will knock at the door
To seek my hospitality?
Her progeny?
Heaven had not made her groom!
O my guest!
I will see you among them,
Though I cant say:
Take more its for you!
The play! The outing! The shopping!
Of my family everythingMay you sleep in peace!
May you dance in my eyes!

Reality bites
Sinks long curved narrow pointed teeth into a daydream
Drags it to the ground, rips away
Flecks of joy flying in all directions
Generous splatters of hope on the wall

And it is done.

You live as though you will never die
And people die all the time

If you are lucky death is a gateway
One you will enter some day

All little deaths on the way
Death to self should be in your favour

If you have died often enough
You know its part of living

And while you are still living
You know you will have to die some more.

I want to talk to you all about death

Not the idea of it
But the reality of it
When somebody dies that isn't just a statistic
A faceless body thrown to the wind

That person is just like you
It's not someone whose skin was different
Who wore their hair a different way

No

That person ate food like you do
They worried about their future like you do
They turned off the channel when they couldn't find anything entertaining to watch on t. v. like you do
They rode their bike but not as often as they'd like just like you do

They worried if they weren't good enough

They questioned God's existence
They dreamed
They complained when their noses got stuffy
Don't agree with death because you believe people are
Different from you
Revolt against it because
They are the same

Simple Death

Where there was an aura of life now
It descends into emptiness.
A husk of wishes that lay rotting in an
Empty cavity, maggots consume thoughts.
We are but a sheet that showed our life's
Struggles, but now it is like ash on bone.

Complex Death**

My Breath is the stench of a departed
Moment yet this husk still expires yearnings.
Desiring the inevitable but the tread is taut
Not frayed as one would petition in haste.
My pain is versed on this carcass of flesh
That needs to evaporate into echoes of yesterday.