Poems about Death

Death is not the end
Death can never be the end.

Death is the road.
Life is the traveller.
The Soul is the Guide

...

Our mind thinks of death.
Our heart thinks of life
Our soul thinks of Immortality.

- By: Sri Chinmoy

Other Poems about Death

Because I could not stop for death - Emily Dickinson
It was not death - Emily Dickinson
The Fear of Life and Death - Sri Aurobindo
On Death - Khalil Gibran
When Death Comes - Mary Oliver
Death is fine but death - e.e. cummings
Death is a dialogue - Jane Hirshfield
Death Be Not Proud - John Donne
Remember - Christina Rossetti

Excerpt from Upanishads about Death
The Charge of the Light Brigade - A. Tennyson
I was Dead - Rumi
A Stone I died - Rumi
Drops of his hearts blood - Hafiz
Do Not Stand at My Grave and Weep - Mary Fyre
Death from Gitanjali by Tagore
Suttee - Sarojini Naidu

Poems about Fear of Death

Poem on Love and Death

by William Penn

They that love beyond the world cannot be separated by it.
   Death cannot kill what never dies.
   Nor can spirits ever be divided, that love and live in the same divine principle, the root and record of their friendship.
   If absence be not death, neither is theirs.
   Death is but crossing the world, as friends do the seas; they live in one another still.
   For they must needs be present, that love and live in that whch is omnipresent.
   In this divine glass they see face to face; and their converse is free, as well as pure.
   This is the comfort of friends, that though they may be said to die, yet their friendship and society are, in the best sense, ever present, because immortal.

William Penn, from More Fruits of Solitude