Death Poetry And Quotes

I fain would follow love, if that could be;
I needs must follow death, who calls for me;
Call and I follow, I follow! let me die. — Alfred Tennyson

All paths lead to death,
our premature sacrifice for future spawn

(from Elixir) — Bryan Murphy

Poetry will exist as long as there is a problem of life and death — Ruben Dario

[H]e found poetry more comforting than Scripture - and his ability to forge from his life a cogent, powerful tale of living with death. — Paul Kalanithi

The world is better without
them.
only the plants and the animals are
true comrades.
I drink to them and with
them. — Charles Bukowski

Poets are interested primarily in death and commas. — Carolyn Kizer

Life is beautiful. Death is astonishing.
And love is the just breaths taken in between — Michael Biondi

I can't even make up a rhyme about an umbrella, let alone death and life and eternal peace. — Knut Hamsun

The last thing one discovers in composing a work is what to put first. — Blaise Pascal

Science ask facts and religion ask faith, humans are confused between life and death. — Santosh Kalwar

Though we tremble before uncertain futures
may we meet illness, death and adversity with strength
may we dance in the face of our fears.
— Gloria E. Anzaldua

Everything was going to kill you, poetry as well, and the last was the most deadly. — Brian Castro

I keep dying and hoping you notice me. But you're too busy living. — F.K. Preston

They are both spectacular,
Life and death. — Dejan Stojanovic

Marriage is a contract between 2 people male and female;doing what it takes to make the union work until death due them apart — Martellis Thurmand

The Scorpion?
The Grasshopper?
Which way will she go? — E.A. Bucchianeri

The true poet is all the time a visionary and whether with friends or not, as much alone as a man on his death bed. — William Butler Yeats

Another lover hits the universe. The circle is broken. But with death comes rebirth. And like all lovers and sad people, I am a poet. — Allen Ginsberg

Dying is a universe of its own. — Arlene Ang

And here face down beneath the sun
And here upon earth's noonward height
To feel the always coming on
The always rising of the night — Archibald MacLeish

You only live twice:
Once when you are born
And once when you look death in the face — Ian Fleming

Some men never
die
and some men never
live
but we're all alive
tonight. — Charles Bukowski

I grow into my death.
My life is small
and getting smaller. The world is green.
Nothing is all. — Mark Strand

In crime and enmity they lie
Who sin and tell us love can die,
Who say to us in slander's breath
That love belongs to sin and death. — John Clare

Dear friend, I have searched all night
through each burnt paper,
but I fear I will never find
the formula to let you die — Leonard Cohen

Every phrase and every sentence is an end and a beginning, every poem an epitaph. — T. S. Eliot

I desired my dust to be mingled with yours
Forever and forever and forever. — Ezra Pound

Such is true joy's absolute certainty,
Its slow lit fuse that burns holes
In the shabby shroud of death forever. — Scott Hastie

For life's not a paragraph/ and death, i think, is no parenthesis. — E. E. Cummings

I walk with a dual longing
for life and for death. — Melissa Lee-Houghton

I found the best thing
I could do
was just to type away
at my own work
and let the dying
die
as they always have. — Charles Bukowski

Nature is bent on new beginning
and death has not a chance of winning ... — Rosy Cole

All that is required of you is an open mind and a little patience. — F.K. Preston

I'm merely dying to be remembered for simply writing about my living memories — Michael Biondi

And let me ask you this: the dead,
where aren't they? — Franz Wright

We all must face death and walk with it. But we also must love and live in it. — Rolando Mithcell

In greatness, life and death merge. — Dejan Stojanovic

Love and Death? What has great music or poetry ever been about, but those twin forces that undo a man? — Douglas Wynne

One doesn't even think of
the liver
and if the liver
doesn't think of
us, that's
fine. — Charles Bukowski

If you want me again look for me under your boot soles. — Walt Whitman

What is this slow blue dream of living,
and this fevered death by dreaming? — Aberjhani

Writhe and sway to music's pain searing with asides, caress death with a lover's touch for it shall be your bride. — Lou Reed

Sprawled out on the front lawn Looking up at an ordinary sky It could fall on me and somehow be The day I didn't die — Nick Burd

In The Land of Poetry and Fighting, Efficiency rules the throne. I try to live here, so I shave my head because hair is dead and dead is inefficient. — Cameron Conaway

And so beneath the weight lay I
And suffered death, but could not die. — Edna St. Vincent Millay

And at the closing of the day
She loosed the chain, and down she lay;
The broad stream bore her far away,
The Lady of Shallot. — Alfred Tennyson

We are all the fools of time and terror: Days
Steal on us and steal from us; yet we live,
Loathing our life, and dreading still to die. — George Gordon Byron

Growing older is a blurred birth certificate that only can take us to this world's perplexed journey, but it cannot smear the letters of the epitaph — Munia Khan

Between the desire
And the spasm,
Between the potency
And the existence,
Between the essence
And the descent,
Falls the Shadow. — T. S. Eliot

Thus let me live, unseen, unknown;
Thus unlamented let me die;
Steal from the world, and not a stone
Tell where I lie. — Alexander Pope