7 junio, 2024

18 original poems about death and from classic authors

A compilation of poems about the death of authors such as Pablo Neruda, Lope de Vega, Mario Benedetti or Alfonsina Storni

Death is one of the most avoided topics of conversation by human beings. We do not know what is behind death and many are afraid of it, not only the death of oneself, but also the death of loved ones.

Today we leave you a collection of poems about the death of poets such as Pablo Neruda, Victor Hugo, Mario Benedetti, Lope de Vega, among others. They talk about coping with death, grief, funerals, the wish to die, or the shortness of life. In addition, at the end you will find original poems by our author.

Poems about the death of classical authors

«Remember Me» (David Harkins)

You can cry because it’s gone, or you can

smile because he has lived.

you can close your eyes

and pray that he comes back or you can open them and see all that he has

left;

your heart may be empty

because you can’t see it

or it can be full of love

what did you share

You can cry, close your mind, feel the

empty and turn away,

or you can do what she would like:

smile, open your eyes, love and follow.

Reflection: the poem talks about how to face death.

«Beauty and Death» (Victor Hugo)

Beauty and death are two deep things,

with such a part of shadow and blue that they would say

two terrible sisters at the same time that you are fertile,

with the same secret, with the same enigma.

Oh women, oh voices, oh looks, hair,

blonde braids, shine, I’m dying, have

light, love, be the pearls that the sea mixes with its waters,

birds made of light in the dark forests.

Closer, Judith, are our destinies

of what is supposed to see our two faces;

the divine abyss appears in your eyes,

and I feel the starry chasm in my soul;

but from heaven we both know that we are very close,

you because you are beautiful, me because I am very old.

Reflection: the poem expresses how close to heaven a person is because of their beauty and others because of their age.

«Who dies?» (Pablo Neruda)

Those who don’t travel die slowly

who does not read,

who does not hear music,

who finds no grace in himself.

Die slowly

who destroys his self-love,

who doesn’t let himself be helped.

Slowly dies who becomes a slave to habit

repeating the same routes every day,

who does not change brand,

he dare not change the color of his clothing

or he does not talk to someone he does not know.

Slowly dies who avoids a passion and its whirlpool of emotions,

you are just returning the shine

to the eyes and restore broken hearts.

Slowly dies who does not turn the wheel when they are unhappy

with his work, or his love,

who does not risk the certain nor the uncertain to go after a dream

who does not allow himself, not even once in his life,

run away from sensible advice…

Live today!

Risk today!

Do it today!

Do not let yourself die slowly!

Don’t stop yourself from being happy!

Reflection: the poem provides words that encourage living life for real and not being dead while alive.

«Bye bye!» (Alfonsina Storni)

Things that die never come back to life

things that die never come back.

The glasses are broken and the glass that remains

it is dust forever and ever will be!

When the buds fall from the branch

twice in a row they won’t bloom…

The flowers cut off by the impious wind

they sell out forever, forever and ever!

The days that were, the days lost,

the inert days will no longer return!

How sad the hours that fell apart

under the wing of loneliness!

How sad the shadows, the disastrous shadows,

the shadows created by our wickedness!

Oh, things gone, things withered,

the celestial things that are like that!

Heart… be silent!… Cover yourself with sores!…

-of infected sores- cover yourself with evil!…

May everyone who arrives die when they touch you,

cursed heart that disturbs my eagerness!

Goodbye forever my sweeties all!

Farewell my joy full of goodness!

Oh, the dead things, the withered things,

the celestial things that never come back!…

Reflection: the poem has words in a sad tone for the losses that will never come back.

«At a friend’s funeral» (Ciro Mendía)

What a beautiful obsequies, what a crowd,

how many flowers and shadows, how sad,

With his departure the scene was left alone,

how many fallen leaves without dew.

What silence in the voices, and how cold

for the dead friend. moan full

of anguish the soul for the good soul,

how you hurt me, my friend.

Friendship and love are present,

the pen and the talent are in mourning,

there are mists in the eyes, on the foreheads.

And I think when I see the mournful hustle and bustle

that for reasons of my hirsute frown

No one will go to my funeral, not even I, I think.

Reflection: the poem describes the scene of a funeral of a loved one.

«Death for that one will be terrible» (Lope de Vega)

Death for him will be terrible

with whose life his memory ends,

not for him whose praise and glory

with death dying is impossible.

Dream is death and irremissible passage,

that in our universal human history

passed with a happy victory

a man who was an incorruptible god.

She was never bad and guilty of her own

death to whom life does not resist;

to the bad, hateful; to the good, kind.

Misery does not consist in dying;

only the road is sad and miserable,

And if it’s living, life alone is sad.

Reflection: the poem talks about how sad death is for someone who will not be remembered.

«Pastime» (Mario Benedetti)

When we were kids

the old ones were about thirty

a puddle was an ocean

plain and simple death

did not exist

later when guys

the old were people of forty

a pond was ocean

death only

a word

already when we got married

the old people were in fifty

a lake was an ocean

death was death

of the others

now veterans

we already caught up with the truth

the ocean is finally the ocean

but death begins to be

ours.

Reflection: the poem reflects the perception of life and death from childhood to adult life.

«To an old woman who brought a golden death» (Francisco de Quevedo)

I don’t know which of the two I believe,

seeing you, Ana, how do you see yourself:

if you bring death,

or if death brings you.

Want me to give death

because my evils finish:

that in me is hungry that kills

and in you there is no longer anything to kill.

Reflection: the poem expresses the arrival of death to someone dying.

«Posthumous poems 19» (Vicente Huidobro)

The death that someone awaits

the death that someone drives away

the death that goes by the way

the death that comes taciturn

the death that lights the candles

the death that sits on the mountain

the death that opens the window

the death that turns off the streetlights

the death that tightens the throat

the death that closes the kidneys

the death that breaks the head

the death that bites the entrails

the death that does not know if it should sing

the death that someone opens

death makes someone smile

the death that someone makes cry

the death that cannot live without us

the death that comes at the gallop of the horse

the death that rains in great booms.

Reflection: the poem that describes death in various settings.

«O death!» (Loved nerve)

Death, how I have desired you!

with what fervor I have invoked you!

with what longing have I asked

to your mouth his icy kiss!

But you, ungrateful, have not heard!

you will come, perhaps, with a quiet step

when I’m afraid of leaving,

when the afternoon smiles at me

and some angel, with a read face,

calm my melancholy!

You will come, perhaps, when life

show me a hidden vein

and light a star for me.

Does matters! come, oh bride!

You always have to be the welcome one,

Well, you’ll join me with her!

Reflection: the poem talks about someone who wishes to die to be reunited with the loved one.

original poems about death

death does not warn

Death comes without warning
he takes what we wanted the most
leaves a huge void
a pain that hurts to the bottom

we can never see again
to that person we loved so much
but his memory will always be
in our hearts and in our minds

Even if the pain is unbearable
and sadness overwhelms us
we must remember that they
now rest in peace

And though our paths have parted
our love for them will never die
they will always be with us
in our thoughts and in our prayers

Rest in peace. We will always miss you.

Reflection: the people who left no longer suffer.

the death of a father

My father, you are no longer
your life has been extinguished
Leaving a void in my heart
That nothing and no one can fill

even though you’re gone
Your love and your presence
they will always be with me
in every moment of my life

My father, your absence hurts
But I know your spirit will always be near
guiding me and protecting me
From the sky where you rest

my father i will miss you
But I will always remember you with love
And thanks for all you did
For me and for our family

my father rest in peace
I will always love you and miss you
But I know that you will always be with me
In the memory and in the heart

Reflection: we will never forget a father who leaves.

death of a mother

Mama went and took
a little piece of my heart
With her went my laughter
and my joy, also gone

Now I feel sad and empty
without your love and your hug
But I know that you will always be
in my memory and in my heart

I loved you very much, mom
and i will always love you
Rest in peace, my beloved mother.
I will always miss you

Reflection: an expression of pain

the death of a son

Today is a sad day
A day of crying and pain
Cause my son is gone
And he is no longer with me

He was so young and so full of life
With such a bright and promising future
But in an instant everything went off
And my heart has been broken into pieces

Although his body is no longer here
His love and his memory will always live
And even though the pain is unbearable
I know that one day we will meet again

Until then, I’ll cry for you
My dear son, my angel
And I will carry you in my heart
Forever and always.

Reflection: expression of extreme pain and the weight it leaves on the heart.

«When I sow in the wood» (Juan Ortiz)

When I plant myself in the wood

all the voices will come

—quiet in the past—

to talk about how I got to the root of the world,

how I touched things from the very soul of silence;

they will come,

neat,

close and sweet

—as they had never been—

to double my simple life with kindness

to release moans

of the brothers that I chose in this unusual event.

When I plant myself in the wood,

I won’t hear them

they should know,

although I know that they will still do their thing,

pile up,

like flies to the grace of the infant

to have his moment of glory in importunity,

the select abyss

where they best know how to live.

Reflection: a poem that shows reflections on the affection that is usually shown when someone dies, but when they are alive, nothing is said.

«Death and childhood» (Juan Ortiz)

I was seven when I realized that I would leave.

Prior to that,

not a mark,

not a wound,

the years were subtle,

I had been fully bestowed with the gift of innocence.

But the worms came to open the eyes,

were sown on Octavio after a fall

and a week they took it,

no resistors,

with everything and friendship,

erasing his run from the football field,

his laugh…

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