A Distinguished Selection of the Finest Modern Literature

Category Poems about Life, Living and Death

Emotionally-stirring poems about death as well as touching poems about life experiences, thoughts, and feelings.

Jealous by Adam McNally

I’m jealous of the Sun
whose rays caress your face.
I’m jealous of the stars
whose company keeps you safe.

I’m jealous of the rain
teardrops falling down
symbolizing my pain
wishing you were around.

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Little Angel by Katie Lynn

There’s a little angel sleeping,
In the clouds up above,
When I think of her soft, sweet face,
My heart so fills with love.

A little light glows brightly, still,
Nestled within her heart,
It’s fueled by all our memories,
Kindled right from the start.

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Widow’s Lullaby by Diana Campbell

When you first loved me,
life was so sweet.
When we got married,
my life was complete.
When we had children,
I loved you so.
My life was so perfect,
why did you go?

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Lying with the Angels by Tina Cox

The peaceful sound of humming
A touch so soft and pure
She doesn’t feel the pain
She’s lying on the floor

At last she’s got away from him
She knew one day she would
She would have done it sooner
if she only could

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Fear it by MacabreeLewis

“Where would you go when you die?”

“Where would you sleep when you fall away?”

These answers haunt me;

As I’ve seen you die today.

Awaken in total darkness;

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Falling Down a Tunnel by Camille Sharon

Falling Down a Tunnel

I’m falling down a tunnel
it’s slippery like a slide
it’s way too dark in here
there’s no light from outside.

There’s no way to get out
there’s no way to get back
the walls are wet and cold
I’m frightened of the black.

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My final breath, a sigh – Poem by Gee

My final breath, a sigh by Gee

I had neither time nor patience,
and this, I so relayed,
annoyance being the tone I used,
but still the stranger stayed.

I bid him sit, if stay he must,
offering him a chair,
this he declined, without a word,
but with a steely glare.

That chilled my bones to marrows core,
withering my very soul,

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The Boiling Man by Joseph Michael

Shh, Listen…   There’s A Man…   Playing An Unusual Violin…

With The Strings That Are The Nerves…   And The Veins…   From His Own Arms…

How Wondrous The Sounds…   Of The Agonies Made…   By The Slicing And Dicing…

Down With The Lambs…   Up With The Larks…

Run To The Beds, Children…   Before It Gets Dark… Read More

Unfinished by Kiera Scanlon

When I saw you,
In the coffin,
I thought,
I didn’t know you.
It was a shell of you,
Not the real you.

Your body lays at rest now,

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