Loss / Death Poems (1,049)

Many Questions can be asked,
as time pushed by process moves trepidly to the past,

Each tragic day sorrowful tears are shed,
media pounce on pain like flees to a warm bed.

Vultures to be fed
false empathy in fashioned jeopardy
Enough said...enough said

Many vivid colours and odorous mementos of days gone by as I stumbled upon a patch of wildflowers one evening. And in this patch was one flower in particular which seemed like it was beaming.

A single rose stood out in all it's glory above the rest, it was as if the flowers grew around her to form a nest. It struck me so odd a single rose could compete with such ravenous flora, but I looked a little closer and saw that the flowers bathed in this rose's aura.

Nestled within the rose at closer glance, many forms of life were within every nook and cranny, I couldn't help myself, from changing stance, of what made it so uncanny.

Just when I thought I had the slightest clue, another person approached from out of the blue. This person thought the same thing as me but his intention was not clear, as he picked the rose out from the roots it held so dear.

I returned a week later to find that the flowers were dwindling, these flowers are missing the rose's roots mingling. Their ecosystem shot, their neighbour has been lost, a strong companion reduced to memories of twinkling.

Then it came to me, the sudden shock of loss; empathy I began to feel. Who would have thought a man would shed tears for a flower it seems surreal. But the truth of the matter is that someone took you for granted, and it is too late to acquire a seed to be planted.

The only hope that is left is blind faith which can never be gone, that you can return to your former glory as the rose that shone.

Is it all worth it?
The question asked
through the ages.
Even sages had no
answer for me.
"You have the answer
within you head,"
they said.
I delved deep into
my mind my life,
finding only strife
thus far. Had I kept
my eyes and senses
shut to life itself?
I thought not.
It is as it is.
My answer
simply
being
No and Yes.

For those of you that are not here
At this very special time of year
You’re in our thoughts we hope you know
And in our hearts with this we show
All our love we send to you
And know you feel the same way too
Forever in our memories will be
Those that have gone from our family

She wakes with tears in her eyes
She cries for the guy she use to have
He's no longer alive
Yet the fire still burns in her heart

I woke this morning and thought of you
I feel so sad I can’t see you
I know that I’ve been miles away
But in my heart ill know you'll stay
Wanted so much to say goodbye
It's hard to get over but I will try
Your memory will always be
Etched in my mind for eternity

Return to me, I say that a lot now
For people I love drop away as though
swallowed by the quaking of the Earth.
Even the crack of thunder peals rhe air
As each gave up an agizing, last breath.
A son, a husband and a first boy
hoiend who was a friend for 55years.
A woman of deep faith for years, I
still ask periodically, Where di they go?
Where are they? and I wonder, will they ever return as I have?

To Daddy

Daddy – sorry not to see you before I passed away
Mummy was so hoping that you’d come up and stay.
We waited nearly for a year – but you did not arrive
I did so want a visit while I was still alive.

Oskar feels the difference – now I am not around.
We loved each other’s company; when Mum worked we found
A partnership together – and now he’s all alone.
He offers her some comfort, their sadness to condone.

Before I died she cut some hair – a keepsake to review.
She had it made into a pendant, “A gift from you”
She called it – and now its come it is a part
Of me forever. She wears it near her heart.

We were a family, once, she said, the four of us, so close.
I’ll never know what happened – why you became morose…
I loved you still, no matter what – I know you loved me too
Now here’s my hair that Mummy cut. She gives the rest to you.

From Chloe with love

I'll pause the world so I can find you
Wishing becomes recipe for my heart aches
Day dreaming of the times that where simple
So young and promising. .I only have now well
Pretty much nothing..I drink to hide my guilt
for you was once a precious flower..The smell
Of promise. ..I said I'll never leave you
Since when did the words become weak like the
economy

Nearly ten years since you were called away,
yet still I recall as yesterday your touch,
Your smile, your sense of fun and joy with life.
I remember you playing your guitar, singing along.

You cooking a gourmet meal with great a-plume.
Sharing a bottle of wine over cards or backgammon.
You filled my life with the sunshine of love as
together we shared glances at a humorous joke.

We shared daily strife's with practiced ease
facing each and all together standing strong.
Still I feel your touch in night's shadows
as you softly flit by reminding me of us.

Lonely now is life as I travel onwards,
none can take your place within my heart.
Some good men have tried, yet they can never
be you or be able to share life with your ghost.

Yet as I pause, remembering all you taught me
and experiences we had together I am happy.
Sometimes in life less is indeed far more
now I treasure the memories we made together