Does anyone have a poem about denial of death??

Question

Need one for an example

Answer 1

Apart from poem by John Donne, there is also Dylan Thomas:

And death shall have no dominion.
Dead men naked they shall be one
With the man in the wind and the west moon;
When their bones are picked clean and the clean bones gone,
They shall have stars at elbow and foot;
Though they go mad they shall be sane,
Though they sink through the sea they shall rise again;
Though lovers be lost love shall not;
And death shall have no dominion.

And death shall have no dominion.
Under the windings of the sea
They lying long shall not die windily;
Twisting on racks when sinews give way,
Strapped to a wheel, yet they shall not break;
Faith in their hands shall snap in two,
And the unicorn evils run them through;
Split all ends up they shan't crack;
And death shall have no dominion.

And death shall have no dominion.
No more may gulls cry at their ears
Or waves break loud on the seashores;
Where blew a flower may a flower no more
Lift its head to the blows of the rain;
Though they be mad and dead as nails,
Heads of the characters hammer through daisies;
Break in the sun till the sun breaks down,
And death shall have no dominion.

Answer 2

Denial Poems

Answer 3

I wrote this one in the war:

DEATH be not proud, though some have called the
Mighty and dreadfull, for, thou art not so,
For, those, whom thou think'st, thou dost overthrow,
Die not, poore death, nor yet canst thou kill me.
From rest and sleepe, which but thy pictures bee
Much pleasure, then from thee, much more must flow
And soonest our best men with thee doe goe,
Rest of their bones, and soules deliverie.
Thou art slave to Fate, Chance, kings, and desperate men
And dost with poyson, warre, and sicknesse dwell,
And poppie, or charmes can make us sleepe as well,
And better then thy stroake; why swell'st thou then;
One short sleepe past, wee wake eternally,
And death shall be no more; death, thou shalt die.
I wrote the first draft in pig-latin. thats the thing about the war: everyone comes back with something.

Answer 4

http://www.bartleby.com/105/72.html

Answer 5

Don't die on me now
Don't let God take you away...
I lie awake near your hospital bed
I get up and check if you're really dead
I feel my heart beat
But there isn't any pulse
I ask myself:
Could it get any worse?

Answer 6

yup want to hear it???
she sits wait for him to come home
he never will
she hopes he will like the meal she cooked
he never will
she smiles as she thinks of him walking through the door
he never will
she has never bee nthe same same since the nite he was killed

Answer 7

I'm not existentially limited;
I am Infinite.