Tag: Death

Poems about death.

Death is a fact of life, and also the natural conclusion of one.

These poems deal with the loss of loved ones and with coping mechanisms. They also deal with suicidal thoughts and how to cope with those.

Life and death depend on each other, and this is hard but necessary to acknowledge in order to accept death for what it is. We couldn’t do without it.

These are not dark poems – they are rather full of acceptance. When someone dies, the bereaved feel that they have lost something. It must necessarily be so. What matters is how that feeling is treated. How one chooses to go from there.

Light Requires Darkness

Pointless Epitaph

K-M SkalkenæsSeptember 24, 2018July 13, 2018Leave a comment

I write you to life again – I would that you were my friend though … Continue ReadingPointless Epitaph

Light Requires Darkness

The Known vs. The Felt

K-M SkalkenæsAugust 29, 2018July 17, 2018Leave a comment

I know you’re gone and I am left alone to carry on. But how can … Continue ReadingThe Known vs. The Felt

Light Requires Darkness

The Stranglehold My Soul Has On My Body

K-M SkalkenæsAugust 26, 2018July 17, 2018Leave a comment

The silence that chokes me is the stranglehold my soul has on my body – … Continue ReadingThe Stranglehold My Soul Has On My Body

Seen From a Distance People Lose Their Eyes

Two O’Clock At Night

K-M SkalkenæsMarch 17, 2018March 20, 2018Leave a comment

Two o’clock at night; got up and lit the lamp – how long did I … Continue ReadingTwo O’Clock At Night

Seen From a Distance People Lose Their Eyes

And So He Died

K-M SkalkenæsMarch 17, 2018March 23, 2018Leave a comment

And so he died who, having lived so long, had buried so many others and … Continue ReadingAnd So He Died

Seen From a Distance People Lose Their Eyes

The Wreaths Laid Out

K-M SkalkenæsMarch 17, 2018March 23, 2018Leave a comment

The wreaths laid out, the coffin so white it blinds on sight. Or perhaps it … Continue ReadingThe Wreaths Laid Out

De spor man efterlader sig

Livets træ

K-M SkalkenæsMarch 17, 2018March 21, 2018Leave a comment

Livets træ stod smukt og grønt og gav liv til alle – indtil det blev … Continue ReadingLivets træ

Confessions of the Cold Light of Dawn

Lace

K-M SkalkenæsMarch 17, 2018March 22, 2018Leave a comment

SPRING: The buds that unfold and grow, the dew that resumes at night, droplets in … Continue ReadingLace

Confessions of the Cold Light of Dawn

Dust

K-M SkalkenæsMarch 17, 2018March 22, 2018Leave a comment

It gathers on my drying lips – the dust of our lives. The dust of … Continue ReadingDust

Confessions of the Cold Light of Dawn

Candleflames

K-M SkalkenæsMarch 17, 2018March 22, 2018Leave a comment

We’re candleflames flickering in the wind – the smallest change of weather and we all … Continue ReadingCandleflames

Confessions of the Cold Light of Dawn

North Sea

K-M SkalkenæsMarch 17, 2018March 22, 2018Leave a comment

Do you remember me, restless sea? Do you remember the girl you’d have swallowed if … Continue ReadingNorth Sea

Confessions of the Cold Light of Dawn

The Moon

K-M SkalkenæsMarch 17, 2018March 22, 2018Leave a comment

The moon has placed itself within my grasp – I lean towards it over the … Continue ReadingThe Moon

Confessions of the Cold Light of Dawn

Question

K-M SkalkenæsMarch 17, 2018March 22, 2018Leave a comment

When a human dies, what happens to its share of knowledge and experience? Does it … Continue ReadingQuestion

What Bits of Peace My Life's Ensured

Spring Coronet II

K-M SkalkenæsMarch 17, 2018March 23, 2018Leave a comment

The light has faded over our days of victory and in my hands I hold … Continue ReadingSpring Coronet II

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New Poem: “An Ode to Decay – the Life of Fungi”

K-M SkalkenæsSeptember 17, 2013July 10, 2018Leave a comment

Arising from the ground, outspreading careless waxy limbs that’s merely periscopes that on its hidden … Continue ReadingNew Poem: “An Ode to Decay – the Life of Fungi”