#death poems on Hello Poetry

Julie 16h

Dear, will you come to me
I need you
I want you

You're my peace
Will you come?

He arrives
He whispers in her ear:

“Dear, I heard it all.
But it's not the right time for you yet.
I know you are hurting,
But please listen to me—
It's not the time.
It will take some time.
I know you're hurt, sad, depressed,
But I promise you, you will get through it
And want to live more.”
-julie

#depressed #tired #death

Whyfakeasmile 17h

The Beauty in What Remains

There is something beautiful about a corpse

When the car hits the deer

And its flesh disappears

And no one bothers to interfere

When only the bones remain

And vines start to consume it

You see the way that it sits

And the way its skull splits

There is something beautiful about rust

When the pavement cracks

The metal breaks from the impact

When nature overtakes the train tracks

When you look out the car window

And see an old building

You know there’s a story drifting

Where the flowers begin wilting

There is beauty in what remains

In the bones and abandoned places

The rails and the rib cages

When you live in the in-between spaces

wrote this on impulse

#death #poetry

DarkOne 1d

Reason to Live

My Angel, My Muse
A monument to my life
My inspiration

😮‍💨😮‍💨

#inspiration #muse #angel #life #death

Ellie Hoovs 1d

Lavender Perfume

She waltzed in wearing lavender -

not the bruised blue hue of dried buds,

but the soft, delicate shade that makes you forget

poison can be pastel

and alive.

The cerulean seas of her eyes

surveyed me with a crocodilian smirk

an undertow ready to clench and drag

for its own amusement

She smiled like silk,

shiny, delicate, costly

as she handed me a cedar latched spice box.

Inside

red cords, scissors

pressed flowers so fragile they'd shatter

with a whisper

and a single letter sprinkled

with cayenne

sealed with red lipstick

too heavy to open.

"Time doesn't belong to you," She whispered

like it was a flirtation

like my hours were hers

to unwrap

to discard

She kissed my questioning forehead

soft, sealing, dismissive,

answered nothing

just reached for my hands

with perfectly manicured cold fingers

I gasped awake

my mouth full of cinnamon

dry and hot

a goodbye I didn't choose caught in my throat

that I prayed I'd never have to speak.

She's reappeared now and again

in the corners of mirrors,

fond of the elevator's reflective surround

and the hammered copper coffee jar

that stays open like a lifeline.

always twirling her ashen ringlets

waiting? warning?

When I glimpse her, I open the lace covered windows

and let the sun reclaim the shadows -

until even her perfume forgets my name.

#ghost #death #haunting #haunted #dreams #lavender #perfume #memory #freeverse #emotive

Robert Ronnow 1d

If Not One Way, Then Another

Thanks for another day
Others curse their luck, stale breath
Eventually our enemy becomes our brother

Cancer checkup, another swinging **** who fears his death
To not necessarily sacrifice each and every day for another day
I’m going to go to my grave unsung like almost everyone

Numerous number systems beyond the real
Look one way, from another come the heart’s missed beats
One way out of the mind’s limitations is through another mind’s
      contemplations

Another autumn, another election, so aimless and sublime
The white egret ate fish after fish, one then another then another...
You get a limited number of long walks, so take your time

One gives up body and soul but that’s not what I came to talk about
Slug the world and the world slugs back
It was amusing in my youth that God’s finger could move me to another
      square

Another duality, a day in the woods, jet passing overhead
I am in favor of kindness and you prefer concentration camps
The slow death of one sometimes makes the sudden ****** of another

To survive only as many more years as there are petals on a randomly
      picked (ox-eye) daisy
Another winter passing its calling card in at the window
One day follows another until the last day and on that day there will be
      weather

#thank #curse #luck #brother #enemy #cancer #death #fear #number #election

izzy 2d

Soft

When the life finally leaves my body
I won’t be sad, nor will I be angry
I don’t know for sure if you will be.
But, Maybe you’ll wish for my return.
Maybe you’ll replay those memories back
to back
In your head.
Or, maybe, you’ll feel nothing at all.
For if i do go through with this,
I will make time to say this one thing;
Don’t go soft for me.

#love #death #sad #relationship

NostalgicFeeling 2d

Letters by the Dead

Still mask, that´s what´s left- a face,
A canvas for words I´ve never said.
Your fingers tracing the lace,
The only thing I ever dread.

You place the letters by my side,
Silent tear rolling down your cheek,
Words tangled in webs, trying to hide,
Knowing that I´ll never speak.

You lay white lilies by ice-cold hands,
Just enough to cover the letters as it lands.

5/5/25

#unsaid #grief #letters #unspoken #sad #death #face #fingers #lace

E 2d

D.I.E (Trigger warning)

Death Is Essential.
I say this not out of spite or hate
Not out of love or rage
But death is essential.

If there's anything I thank the heavenly beings for, is that we can opt out of life
They say life is a blessing but to me, there's no greater power than having the option to die
To simply stop existing, to simply take away the pain for good.

D.I.E

And they say "no, life is worth living", worth what exactly?
The bills? The politics? The war? The hate? The racism? Terrorism? Religion?
Tell me how much life is truly worth.

D.I.E

All the work, all the joy, all the love, all the pain, all the shame, everything just to end up 6 feet deep in the dirt
Rotten, stinking, forgotten, grieving
So what's life truly worth?
They tell you you're important, that you matter, just to keep you working, just to keep you in the cycle
You work, you love, you reproduce, you keep working, you're in debt, you're in **** then you die, leaving your offspring to continue the cycle, the madness, all alone and the cycle repeats.

D.I.E

Love won't keep alive forever neither will hate neither will money, we shall all see the pearly gates

D.I.E

We will all die at the end, so why am I the bad guy for opting out early?

For taking the "easy way out"

D.I.E.

Death is a blessing

Death is a curse

Death is a burden

Death is joy

Death is freedom

Death is redemption

Death Is Essential.

When my mind began to cloud,
i began thinking out loud.

#Triggerwarning #Readatyourownrisk

#madness #death #love #life #living #religion

Abbott J Hardison 2d

Dying Purple

Lilac flowers remind me of something more,
Their sent drifting through each open door,
Lilac flowers remind me of something more.

Purple is the color of royalty,
I happened to be a royal once,
Purple is the color of royalty.

Niagara grapes wrote their own poem,
But I destroyed it, does that make me less?
Niagara grapes wrote their own poem.

#purple #poetry #death