35 Poems About Death

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Death, as the immutable companion of life, has long captivated the human imagination and stirred the deepest emotions within our souls.

Poetry – that ancient form of expression which connects us through the rhythm and resonance of language – offers a profound vessel to explore the enigma of our mortality. In this collection, we traverse the shadowed valleys of loss, the fleeting nature of existence, and the poignant beauty found within the finality of life’s journey.

Our “Poems About Death” seek not only to mourn the inevitable passing but also to celebrate the memories, the legacies left behind, and the indelible marks on the canvas of the living. Through these verses, we find a shared solace, an understanding that death is not merely an end but also a reflection of what it means to truly live.

Let us embark on this lyrical odyssey with open hearts, as we unveil the tapestry of emotions interwoven with the ultimate human experience: the act of saying goodbye.

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free verse poems

Five Free Verse Poems About Death

1. Echoes and Ash

Time’s relentless march,

whispers to us in decayed leaves,

in the silent halls of the olden days,

where echoes turn to ash.

We stand at life’s precipice,

gazing into the abyss,

finding solace in the void,

where all is lost, yet nothing is missed.

By Dan Higgins 2024

2. The Final Verse

There lies a stillness in final breaths,

a pause between the lines of life;

where heartbeats once scribed epics,

now rests the quill in silent strife.

In the hush, find not emptiness,

but the fullness of a closing verse.

A story told, a dance completed,

a tranquil departure from the universe.

By Dan Higgins 2024

3. The Veil Thins

At dusk, when the veil thins,

spirits whisper across the divide,

telling tales of lives spent,

of love, sorrow, and pride.

Shadows lengthen to embrace

the souls that once graced our side,

in death’s gentle clasp, we see,

life’s beauty, undenied.

By Dan Higgins 2024

4. Autumn’s Allegory

The autumn leaf, ablaze with hues,

a testament to life’s cycle and clues.

It flutters, it falls, it feeds the earth,

death, a quiet guide to rebirth.

Each crumpled leaf on the forest floor,

a story ended, but part of lore.

Nature’s allegory laid bare,

in every branch, in every air.

By Dan Higgins 2024

5. In the Still of Night

In the still of night, when stars watch keen,

the world sheds its garish sheen.

Mortality, in whispers, speaks,

of frailty in the strong and meek.

The cosmos etches each fate,

in the silent hours, we contemplate.

Death, the equalizer of every plight,

holds court in the quiet of the night.

By Dan Higgins 2024

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Haiku Poem

Five Haiku Poems About Death

1. Winter’s Silence

Snow blankets the earth—

whispered goodbyes in the wind,

life sleeps beneath white.

By Dan Higgins 2024

2. Last Breath

Evening’s last sigh—

the horizon swallows sun,

darkness holds the sky.

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3. Petal’s End

Wilting petal falls,

earth claims its vibrant colors—

rain weeps, soil calls.

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4. Twilight’s Secret

Twilight guards a secret,

moon observes the quiet end—

stars blink, time forgets.

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5. Final Journey

River carries forth,

leaves whisper to the stones—

peaceful journey home.

By Dan Higgins 2024

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Limerick

Five Limerick Poems About Death

1. Old Man McCray

Old Man McCray, in a coffin, does lay,

In peace, with naught left to say.

He danced with such cheer,

Drank whiskey and beer,

Now he rests where the wild daisies sway.

By Dan Higgins 2024

2. The Ghost of the Inn

There’s a ghost at the inn who died in his gin,

Fell and cracked open his chin.

They say he still roams,

In the halls of his home,

And chuckles with a translucent grin.

By Dan Higgins 2024

3. The Tale of the Reaper

The Reaper walks with bony clack,

His scythe is sharp, his cloak is black.

He hums a tune as he takes his prize,

None can flee nor compromise;

Yet his step’s light, for he shan’t look back.

By Dan Higgins 2024

4. Widow McGee

There once was a widow, McGee,

Whose husband was lost to the sea.

She cried and she mourned,

Till she felt less forlorn,

Now she sips her tea with glee.

By Dan Higgins 2024

5. The Gardener’s Fate

A gardener loved life, ‘til late,

He trimmed death’s hedge, sealed his fate.

With a snip and a clip,

He took one final trip,

Now blooms ‘neath his roses so great.

By Dan Higgins 2024

Tanka

Five Tanka Poems About Death

1. The Last Ember

Flicker of life wanes,

as the last ember fades out—

night embraces day.

In the cool earth’s tender clasp,

dreams are sown for spring’s return.

By Dan Higgins 2024

2. Eternal Slumber

Beneath the cypress,

a stone etched with yesterday—

leaves fall, time stands still.

Eternal slumber beckons,

whilst the world whispers onward.

By Dan Higgins 2024

3. Passage of Time

Flowing river’s path,

carries away fallen leaves—

stories lost in depth.

Passage of time’s silent stream,

to the ocean of all ends.

By Dan Higgins 2024

4. Autumn’s Lesson

Skeletal branches,

reveal autumn’s stark lesson—

beauty in decay.

Life cycles through many deaths,

yet each end births a new dawn.

By Dan Higgins 2024

5. Veil Between Worlds

Veil between worlds thins,

ancestors’ breath on the wind—

softly calling home.

In death’s dance, we find the truth,

our spirits ne’er walk alone.

By Dan Higgins 2024

Sonnet

Five Sonnets About Death

1. The Final Slumber

When mortal coils shun day’s bright, gleaming eye,

This frail vessel in silence takes its leave.

All flesh must pause, its final breath a sigh,

In death’s cold arms, no longer to deceive.

The vibrant pulse of life does fade and wane,

As shadows cast by twilight come to rest,

The heart, once fierce, now still, without refrain,

And soul’s departure to the stars confess’d.

Yet through this end, begins a timeless sleep,

Where dreams of yesteryears can safely dwell,

Our memories within the void, they keep,

A silent hymn, life’s story they retell.

For in our end, we find eternal peace,

And from life’s throes, at last, we gain release.

By Dan Higgins 2024

2. The Inevitable Journey

The clock unwinds with each tick, soft and sure,

A solemn march to that unyielding gate.

Each moment lived is one step to endure,

Upon a path where end and start conflate.

For death, the equalizer known to all,

Regards no king or beggar in its sight;

It beckons with a whisper, faint yet tall,

To steal away the day into the night.

The journey taken is a lonesome trek,

Through sting of loss and sweet memory’s balm.

A final resting on life’s sunlit deck,

A passage ventured in resounding calm.

Yet do not fear the road that must be trod,

For Death’s but a path back unto our God.

By Dan Higgins 2024

3. Whisper of the Reaper

The Reaper’s whisper flits across the skin,

A chilling touch that none may long evade.

His scythe, it gleans the wheat with ghostly spin,

And cleaves the thread which the Fates have laid.

With silent grace, he gathers in his fold,

Each soul released from earthly joy and pain.

In tarried silence, stories left untold,

And lives once vibrant, now no more remain.

Yet in his task, a darkened beauty lies,

The final dance with destiny engaged.

He ushers forth beneath the starry skies,

The curtain fall on life’s great, hallowed stage.

Though specter grim, he serves a needful role,

Transcendent guide of the departing soul.

By Dan Higgins 2024

4. Veil of Eternity

Upon the edge of day and night’s embrace,

Where time dissolves into the vast beyond,

The dying light reveals a tranquil space,

Where souls are freed, and tender bonds abscond.

This veil of end, it shrouds in mystery,

A passage cloaked within the folds of fate.

Each spirit must traverse its history,

And face the eternal gate’s quiet wait.

Yet fear not death, for it’s a journey’s close,

The precious key to what may lie ahead.

A silent pond where life’s reflections pose,

And mingle with the whispers of the dead.

Within death’s grasp, our legacy unfolds,

An everlasting tale that gently holds.

By Dan Higgins 2024

5. Beyond the Mortal Veil

Beneath the moon’s soft, grieving lullaby,

Where shadows gather ’round the bed of death,

The spirit sighs a final, weary cry,

And yields its form to take the ether’s breath.

A crossing over thresholds yet unseen,

Into a realm where mortal eyes grow dim.

Beyond the veil, where ends the Earthly scene,

A symphony of souls in seraphim.

Yet here, in parting’s sorrow, love remains,

A beacon that not even death can quell.

For those who pass, their essence still sustains,

In every tale that living lips can tell.

Death’s not an end, but a new dawn’s release,

A step towards the heart of endless peace.

By Dan Higgins 2024

Ode

Five Odes to Death

1. To the Unseen Transition

O silent guardian at life’s fading edge,

Whose touch is both an ending and a start,

Thou who severs every worldly pledge

And with a soft goodbye, doth still the heart.

O Death, what secrets within thee reside?

What solace lies in thine eternal sleep?

Where time’s relentless tides are turned aside,

And quiet waters are both still and deep.

In thy embrace, the pain of life does cease,

And weary souls find their deserved rest.

Thou renderest all conflicts into peace,

A solemn refuge for each troubled breast.

O gentle Death, thou art not foe, but friend,

Guiding us gently to our journey’s end.

By Dan Higgins 2024

2. The Final Act

Death, thou art the stage’s final bow,

Where every player ceases to portray.

Ceaselessly working behind the scenes, thou

Dost ensure the closing of the play.

With solemn grace, thou tak’st each hand in turn,

Irrespective of their role or script,

All must meet thee, from thee all must learn

The quietus that on life’s edge is slipped.

Yet in thy act, the audience, serene,

Finds meaning in the stories that were told.

For through our end doth life’s full circle glean

A richer hue than that of glinting gold.

O Death, through thee, may life’s performance shine

With truth that transcends the border of time.

By Dan Higgins 2024

3. Serenade to the Reaper

Oh harvester of breath and dreamer’s sleep,

Thy lullaby resounds through fields of time,

A serenade for souls thou com’st to reap,

A transition from the mortal to sublime.

Though many fear the whisper of thy scythe,

Thou art not cruel, nor art thou unjust.

In every ticking second, we are writhe

‘Til thou dost gather dust back unto dust.

Thou bind’st our earthly chapter with a seal,

And send’st us forth beyond the veiled night.

In solemn silence, we to thee appeal,

To guide us toward that ever-distant light.

O Death, thy song is but a natural tune,

That leads us towards a promised, peaceful boon.

By Dan Higgins 2024

4. Ode to the Inevitable

Immutable, unyielding force of ends,

Thou constant pendulum that swings for all.

Each living thread eventually wends

Towards thy call that every life must pall.

Thou equalizer of the high and low,

Before thee, every crown must fall away.

O final arbiter of last tableau,

In thine omnipresence, we find sway.

We honor thee, not with fear or disdain,

But reverence for the cycles thou complete.

For in thy closure doth life’s meaning gain,

A fuller sense, with every heartbeat.

O Death, in thy necessity we trust,

Returning to the cosmos from the dust.

By Dan Higgins 2024

5. Life’s Counterpart

To thee, the counterpart of life’s own breath,

The twin of birth, yet cloaked in mystery,

Within thy depths, there lies no actual death,

But passages to new reality.

Thou art the unseen rhythm in life’s verse,

The pause between the lines where silence speaks,

A rest within the measure of our hearse,

That every soul in its own time will seek.

Thou art not to be shunned or to be feared,

But recognized as part of grander scheme,

A moment when the fog of life is cleared,

And what is left is closer to the dream.

O Death, thou art the balance, not the end,

A voyage from which none can e’er transcend.

By Dan Higgins 2024

Villanelle Poem

Five Villanelle Poems About Death

1. The Final Whisper

In twilight’s soft embrace, Death gently calls,

A shrouded figure ‘neath the crescent moon,

Where shadows dance upon the darkened walls.

Each withered leaf from autumn’s tree befalls,

To join the earth in winter’s silent tune,

In twilight’s soft embrace, Death gently calls.

The clock ticks on, the final hour sprawls,

As life’s bright thread is cut so very soon,

Where shadows dance upon the darkened walls.

The soul released from mortal chains enthralls,

A spectral sail set forth beneath night’s boon,

In twilight’s soft embrace, Death gently calls.

The heart beats slow, the silent siren squalls,

Eclipsing now the light of sun at noon,

Where shadows dance upon the darkened walls.

Embrace the end, no sorrow to install,

Life’s curtain falls, the end of our maroon,

In twilight’s soft embrace, Death gently calls,

Where shadows dance upon the darkened walls.

By Dan Higgins 2024

2. The Keeper’s Gate

Before the Keeper’s gate we all must stand,

With whispered secrets of a life spent bold,

To leave behind the prints in shifting sand.

As journeys weave from birth to last demand,

In storied tales and whispered dreams retold,

Before the Keeper’s gate we all must stand.

No wealth or plea will sway the stern command,

Nor beauty’s gaze, nor hearts that never cold,

To leave behind the prints in shifting sand.

Through veiled mists the ferryman does land,

No oar resists the river’s silent hold,

Before the Keeper’s gate we all must stand.

And in the crossing, neither strife nor brand

Can shield the spirit as it leaves the fold,

To leave behind the prints in shifting sand.

Accept the passage, as fate’s strands disband,

For in Death’s realm, the new replaces old,

Before the Keeper’s gate we all must stand,

To leave behind the prints in shifting sand.

By Dan Higgins 2024

3. The Unseen Shore

We sail toward death, the unseen shore ahead,

Where every tide recedes into the night,

A peaceful harbor, free of fear or dread.

The vessel of our being softly shed,

Casting off beneath the stars’ faint light,

We sail toward death, the unseen shore ahead.

Upon this journey, none can be misled,

For every soul must take this final flight,

A peaceful harbor, free of fear or dread.

With every breath, we weave our own thread,

Until the tapestry is closed up tight,

We sail toward death, the unseen shore ahead.

And in this voyage, one cannot outspread,

The timeless sea is vast beyond all height,

A peaceful harbor, free of fear or dread.

So let your heart not weigh as heavy lead,

But lift with grace into the eternal night,

We sail toward death, the unseen shore ahead,

A peaceful harbor, free of fear or dread.

By Dan Higgins 2024

4. The Last Sonata

The curtain falls on life’s last sonata,

Silent whispers echo through the stone hall,

Death’s soft serenade, the silent flautist.

With every note that floats from life’s regatta,

The heart recalls its rhapsodic call,

The curtain falls on life’s last sonata.

As tides of time approach the agata,

The melody succumbs to nightfall’s pall,

Death’s soft serenade, the silent flautist.

In final measures of our cantata,

We find solace within the final stall,

The curtain falls on life’s last sonata.

Though songs may fade into the calm strata,

Their resonance will rise above the thrall,

Death’s soft serenade, the silent flautist.

From ash to ash, our fleeting coda,

In Death’s embrace, we dance at the ball,

The curtain falls on life’s last sonata,

Death’s soft serenade, the silent flautist.

By Dan Higgins 2024

5. Night’s Quiet Dominion

When day succumbs to night’s quiet dominion,

And stars above whisper tales of the grave,

The soul marches on, a ghostly battalion.

In darkness lies the eternal opinion,

That life is but a wave upon the nave,

When day succumbs to night’s quiet dominion.

The chime of midnight, a solemn reunion,

For those who walk the paths that brave men pave,

The soul marches on, a ghostly battalion.

Through the still air flows a seraphic pinion,

A lullaby for those no longer slave,

When day succumbs to night’s quiet dominion.

Untethered, free from life’s cumbersome minion,

The spirits soar beyond the confines craved,

The soul marches on, a ghostly battalion.

Let not your heart feel the pangs of oblivion,

For in Death’s realm, we find what we truly save,

When day succumbs to night’s quiet dominion,

The soul marches on, a ghostly battalion.

By Dan Higgins 2024

In the quietus of these carefully crafted poems, we are invited to pause and ponder the great equalizer that touches all. Each stanza, a measured step closer to acceptance; each line, a tender touch upon the heartstrings of our shared humanity.

As we reach the end of this collection, let us take with us not the weight of sorrow, but rather the lightness of reverence for every moment gifted to us. It is in the eloquence of these “Poems About Death” that we are gently reminded of the delicate balance between the grief of loss and the gratitude for the time we have.

Thus, as we lay down the final verses, we understand that within the silent spaces left by those who depart, there blooms an everlasting garden of memory—perpetually in bloom with the lives they’ve shaped, the love they’ve shared, and the echoes of laughter that will continue to resonate long after their earthly departure.

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