Death is nothing at all.
It does not count.
I have only slipped away into the next room.
Nothing has happened.
Famous Death Poems
Famous Grief Poetry
Since the beginning of time, humans have lived their sometimes grand and sometimes ordinary lives, and have thereafter been laid to rest in countless graves and tombs. Death is something that, in a peculiar way, unites people everywhere, regardless of their social status, race, religious beliefs, or country of residence. This curious aspect of human nature inspired countless famous poets to contemplate, and write about, man's mortality. Famous poets like Emily Dickinson, Ella Wheeler Wilcox, and Mary Elizabeth Frye all had their own unique ways of viewing death and its effect on the living, views that still impact readers today.
Best Poems About Death by Famous Poets
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Death is nothing at all.Featured Shared Story
I lost my sweet husband in October of this year. My thoughtful neighbor just sent this while thinking of me. As hard and heartbreaking as this ordeal has been, I know for sure my husband is...
Do not stand at my grave and weep
I am not there; I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow,
I am the diamond glints on snow,Featured Shared Story
It's what we want to believe. We don't cry because our loved one is dead, we cry because we won't ever see or talk to them again and we will miss them. We are crying for ourselves. Someone...
I will lend you, for a little time,
A child of mine, He said.
For you to love the while he lives,
And mourn for when he's dead.Featured Shared Story
This poem arrived on our son Brian's 45th birthday. He died when he was 15. We can't say how much the written word can heal and make total grief less painful. We miss his beautiful smile, his...
Analysis of Form and Technique
Remember the time you lent me your car and I dented it?
I thought you'd kill me...
But you didn't.
Featured Shared Story
This poem has touched me so much. It has plenty of sadness, pain, regret, and a lot of untold love. She was brave and strong!!!
Somebody's baby was buried to-day--
The empty white hearse from the grave rumbled back,
And the morning somehow seemed less smiling and gay
As I paused on the walk while it crossed on its way,Featured Shared Story
Just read this poem after discovering your fantastic site, and I've not been so touched by verse for a very long time! I LOVE her poetry anyway, (I've seen it copied by others on Facebook!),...
I am not resigned to the shutting away of loving hearts in the hard ground.
So it is, and so it will be, for so it has been, time out of mind:
Into the darkness they go, the wise and the lovely. Crowned
With lilies and with laurel they go; but I am not resigned.
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