Poems on "Death"

My dear Grandfather

a poem by Bahadur Basha Gooty

My dear grandpa, how bad it is
You are no longer coming back
Did not return to the world, leaving us alone

Unable to fight old age
Find out what’s going on
Ho my grandpa
It seems I had gone to school on your mighty shoulders

Your gifted watch reveals,
How many days you have been away from us.
What happened,
You said, that’s fine until morning
We didn’t know until now,
What happened to you

You have gone to Earth’s lap permanently
You were given
Capability to work hard
Cleverness of mind
Adequate properties
Beautiful family

There is no fear
We have been with your ambitious target
So there is no fear among us
Your life is ideal for us

Wicked Plan

a poem by Vyakya .

Frail the flower, that she held
Her hands frailer still
When touched, a grody cold
A winter morning’s chill

Frail and fair, her skin felt
Eyes closed; asleep
At life’s wicked plan
How could I not but weep?

The Song of Swans

a poem by Abhishek Pandeyar

Hiding behind the shadows,
I see a shadow alive,
Mumbling slowly,
the tune of death.
“Dare who hath?
To be alive in my presence,
I am the dark, I am the crescent,
that shields the mark.”

An embodiment of demise,
wielding a sabre of black steel
Hunting shadows with a sash
Making souls his meal.
A smile crawls his face, the face of Death
“Be not gentle, have no mercy,”
whisper the Furies,
the sisters of Circe.

Blade of souls with a long crescent,
A strong grip for anger to vent,
“I am here to devoid you
of all that meant,
I am Thanatos,
the face of dread.”

Sharp short breaths of varying lengths,
Shards of glass on wrists of Death.
Smirking at the resting soul, he draws the bloodthirsty dagger,
For it’s not different,
to sleep or to die.
It doesn’t matter whether you protest or cry.
“Sleeping in the shade, your minds in haze,
Twin of mine you willfully embrace,
What am I, if not a long slumber?
My love I am the angel, the Angel of sombre.”

“For you must leave,
from whence you came,
from shade to shade you return,
I will find you, you will be caught,
Whether you’re buried, whether you burn.”

“Oh, the ignorant soul,
kneeling and praying on black shores of Styx,
It’s time you be oblivious to the worldly charms,
Welcome to the place you be devoid of all plans.
Let go of your memories, forget your pain,
don’t let my mumblings drive you insane,
Swaying in the water like swans,
go limp in the waters of Lethe,
With a splash of cold fire and gentle rocking,
Let me take you to the three-headed dog awaiting.”

Death Anniversary

a poem by Anu Pillai

I am strong and soft but I bend down to tears
When this day come yet another year
It was not easy to make you apart from my life
As you were the one to keep me strong
I yet weep on my pain and cannot laugh without you any more as before
Death is a peaceful serene.
But dying, isn’t!
with all that is said and done
I hope you find peace from within my dearest daddy

Some childhood memories I cherish so much
That I would want to remember them now without you forever
With tears in my eyes my sole heart cries without any supports
Without any cares drop drop my lonely tears

On this day I remember the death of the dear one my dearest Daddy
So I write this special mourning message to my dear one today
On the death anniversary of my dearest Daddy
Especially the last favour I could do for my dearest daddy
On his 27th Death Anniversary

Death, Death and Death

a poem by Abhimanyu Kumar S

I see the death everyday
Death in relations
Death in religion and faith
Death of man in man
Everyday, everywhere, every moment
Death, death and death.

I experience the death around me
Millions and billions of ceremonies
The smoke on maps of mankind
Death in temple and streets
Death in clubs and parties
Death, death and death.

I foresee the death of humanity
Harassment, discrimination and hatred
Death in purity and sacredness
Death in broken mirrors and home
Death in king, death in masses
Death, death and death.

Papaw’s Demise

a poem by Randy Johnson

You died twenty years ago today.
On February 7, 1998, you passed away.
You were born in 1910 and died at the age of eighty-seven.
Twenty years ago, you left this Earth and went to Heaven.

You became a widower in 1957 and had your kids to finish raising.
You finished raising your kids by yourself and that was amazing.
When you died, it was something that I hated.
You were my Papaw and you were appreciated.

(Dedicated to Burkette Greene who died on February 7, 1998.)

Heaven, hear me out please!

a poem by Syethemba_Dizzmar Thwala

I don’t want to keep on crying
And ask myself what are doing
And why you keep on hurting me
Because I can’t fight back

And you won’t even bring them back
Because of you, they lashed out
And left me with thousands of questions
God why are doing this to me
Why do I have to go through these things

Do you feel happy when you see my sorrows?
Firstly, you took my dad from me
When he has planned my tomorrow
Now my life is in dark and now I can’t see
The future in front of me

And to you dad wherever you are
Please know that your words are still playing in my mind
That I have to build you a big house near your kraal
When I finish school and start working
But for now please know that I’m still blind

Because my life is still in the eyes of a world like a rally
But I can vow to you that I will still push
And I will do all in my power to find a way
Of fulfilling the promise I made one day

But Lord what wrong have I really done
You didn’t take dad only but even my mom
And my cousin, and now I can’t even call
Them because they are no longer with me physically
But spiritually they are still with me

Tell them that I miss them
Please deliver my kiss to them
And tell them that I miss them
Even though I’m heart broken
Because you took all my joy

And now I see that I’m talking to myself because you avoid me
I need someone to touch me
Make me not miss them this much
Heaven hear me out please
Before my heart catches flue and freeze

Surrender

a poem by Shrayona Guha

And slowly, everything felt numb.
Tears turned to needles,
scraping through the skin
but the pain felt like just a mere touch of mist.
Soft, gentle.
Blood gushing out of her body,
taking her soul along.
But it was the most peaceful she ever felt.
She could hear foot steps of the end nearing
but she surrendered without a fight this time
as the pain started fading,
giving feeling of that bliss and calmness
that she longed for,
that she thirsted
and every inch of her soul craved.
Call her a warrior changing into a masochist,
bowing down for the first and last time before her most brutal enemy.
Death.
She didn’t give up without a fight.
She fought against all forces that joined hands to compel her into giving up.
But the pain within exceeded
so that it scarred every corner of her internal body
that she finally realized that her foe was indeed a friend,
offering her an escape from her intolerable misery.
It was just an illusion
but it succeeded in killing a fighter
and she gave up herself to him.

Beyond The Shadows

a poem by Anamika .

Days come and go all the same,
Their futility rivaled only by the emptiness
Of the nights that soon entail
Bringing along shadows,
Both companions and witness
To the ordeal we face
Beyond the shadows, into the dark
Is wherein fears reign
Monarch to minds- yours and mine
And wasn’t fear always an aphrodisiac to pain?
Beyond the shadows, into the dark
Lies the Garden of Death, resplendent
Where you’ve never been.
One wonders now, if the shadows are keepers
Of myriad mysteries, the kind we’ve never seen.

Death is lighter than life

a poem by Rita Malhotra Dr

Bound in the matrix
Of life’s miseries
Tear-heavy eyes
Mirror everyday shackles

An aching fragile mind
Buried under shadows of despair
Joins the stream of history
And pines for the other world
In its effort to silence life

Tired lifeless winds fall silent
A quiet calm descends
With the approaching darkness
The solitary candle-flame
Destined to die
Flickers bright one last time

Neither body nor mind
Not even the soul
Wince under the weight
Of lifelessness
For, death is lighter than life

Death is lighter than life

a poem by Rita Malhotra Dr

Death is lighter than life
Bound in the matrix
Of life’s miseries
Tear-heavy eyes
Mirror everyday shackles

An aching fragile mind
Buried under shadows of despair
Joins the stream of history
And pines for the other world
In its effort to silence life

Tired lifeless winds fall silent
A quiet calm descends
With the approaching darkness
The solitary candle-flame
Destined to die
Flickers bright one last time.

Neither body nor mind
Not even the soul
Wince under the weight
Of lifelessness
For, death is lighter than life.

Break Oh!

a poem by Samiksha

Intoxicated with madness
I’m in love with my sadness.
I can’t tell anyone
they are so lost in their happiness.

But my existence is so worthless
and my life so priceless
that my tears won’t bother anyone
yet again I’m ending up hopeless.

Now I’m lost, don’t find me,
let me drown in your memory.
My smiles were not forever
so how can I be?

Turning down with my last breath
are all those pieces of my heartbreak
going into a deep sleep
to dream about a better death.

For You, Brother

a poem by Anjali S

Tumbled and rolled ourselves
did we not?
For that silly laughter
that vanished soon there after

Those memories never
ceased,
but you ran away
with ease

You were sentenced,
condemned
cruel games were on you
a prank that came true

Even today,
years after that day
I turn around on the
slightest noise

Asking
‘Brother, is that you?’
but silence.

Silence of the day
silence of the night
staring back
left me craving
for that laughter again.