Write a poem about death or mourning

[breathtest]

I feel that death is a subject that can often be avoided, overlooked, or even downplayed so as to make it seem much less frightening. Therefore i think it would be good to have somewhere to let out your fears or opinions of death and express some of these deeper thoughts that we all try to suppress most of the time.

So why not write a poem about death or mourning and post it here? I will start with one of my own. I look forward to reading yours...


Death is my vice, my haunted time
That reaches out to me
Beyond the stretch of any being
And whispers in the voice of a dead man
Low and cold
Don’t stare at me

[Silas Thorne]

He sleeps
in the shadow of his son's hammer.

They knew nothing good would come
of sending him out of the hospital
home, to his father,
who had a workshop at the back of his house
where his last blood spilled, head split open
by the wild swings of a psychotic son.

[PrinceMyshkin]

First, let me express my admiration for your poem.

I have a number of prospective poems about death, jottings that might become poems:


The dead are growing up around me.
Once, everyone I’d ever known
was still alive
and death was a somewhat abstract
concept, like war or heaven.


Death is the MSG
in the smorgasbord.

We happy samplers
load up on Moo Goo
Guy Pan, Moo Shu
Pork, on love,
excitement, achievement,
all heightened
by the spice of More, More!

Until, having tasted every blend,
we reach the final, tasteless end.

and


Death is a franchise

And one that I realized after I had written it, that it was a belated reaction to the death of my younger brother:



I Wish Aunt Emily Were Back at Home


I wish Aunt Emily were back at home.
She went away about a month ago.
She said she'd phone.
She never did.

I guess that where she went
There aren't many phones.
I know she's not afraid
To be alone.

She's an adventurer.
She's very tall.
She's my favourite aunt.
I wish she'd call.

That's all.