Death Poems
Remember Me
by Margaret Mead
Remember Me:
To the living, I am gone.
To the sorrowful, I will never return.
To the angry, I was cheated,
But to the happy, I am at peace,
And to the faithful, I have never left.
I cannot be seen, but I can be heard.
So as you stand upon a shore, gazing at a beautiful sea - remember me.
As you look in awe at a mighty forest and its grand majesty - remember me.
As you look upon a flower and admire its simplicity - remember me.
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Death (If I Should Go)
by Joyce Grenfell
If I should die before the rest of you,
Break not a flower nor inscribe a stone.
Nor, when I'm gone, speak in a Sunday voice,
But be the usual selves that I have known.
Weep if you must,
Parting is hell.
But life goes on,
So........ sing as well.
The Slave Dealer
by Thomas Pringle
From ocean's wave a Wanderer came,
With visage tanned and dun:
His Mother, when he told his name,
Scarce knew her long-lost son;
So altered was his face and frame
By the ill course he had run.
There was hot fever in his blood,
And dark thoughts in his brain;
And oh! to turn his heart to good
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Strange Meeting
by Wilfred Owen
It seemed that out of the battle I escaped
Down some profound dull tunnel, long since scooped
Through granites which Titanic wars had groined.
Yet also there encumbered sleepers groaned,
Too fast in thought or death to be bestirred.
Then, as I probed them, one sprang up, and stared
With piteous recognition in fixed eyes,
Lifting distressful hands as if to bless.
And by his smile, I knew that sullen hall;
By his dead smile I knew we stood in Hell.
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The Stone
by Wilfrid Wilson Gibson
"And will you cut a stone for him,
To set above his head?
And will you cut a stone for him--
A stone for him?" she said.
Three days before, a splintered rock
Had struck her lover dead--
Had struck him in the quarry dead,
Where, careless of a warning call,
He loitered, while the shot was fired--
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Death
by Siyana Tsvetkova
Sometimes I wonder how would I die or different ways to kill or to be killed
I find the Idea of death very amusing
But I don't want to die and I won't be the first in line to live ether
Sometimes I wonder
If I jump off a cliff would I die
if I stab myself would it look pretty in the cold winter snow
The blood slowly leaving my soulless body and staining the white cold snow
Or my lungs slowly felling up with water and I slowly drowning and falling unconscious watching the world above me turning black
And what would it be like if I jump off a window falling onto the streets of the city cars passing by and lights lingering
What about a gun shot passing through my organs and blood allover my body and I slowly passing out
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The Crushing Crash
by Somali Mukherjee
I got crashed; I became crashed;
There must be some reason;
I endured when I was lashed;
Still, all slandered me of treason.
I get flown by the Pilot,
Who, too, succumbed with me;
Tooth and nail he had fought,
But who won was destiny.
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Verplicht sterven
by Mario Odekerken
Ze stonden ooit op een veld,
niet om te oogsten,
maar om te vechten.
Hun namen vergeten in rapporten,
hun adem verstikt
door bevelen die geen gezicht hebben.
De ene droeg een geweer,
de ander een kind.
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as we metamorphose
by Ghairo Daniels
as we metamorphose
two points of a straight line
birth and death that need to
lightly kiss, after plunging depths
dissolve scars, burns from rock
fires, drawings in mud or deserts
falling through dream spaces
crossing grids ferocious or mundane
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Goodbye dad
by Aldo Kraas
Goodbye dad
I am heart broken
That I have lost you
So fast
I can't stop crying
Yes I could never believed
That you had to part so soon
But deep down
I could not stand to see you
Suffer every day
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