Loss / Death Poems (1,049)

Early March 59 on the day I was born, I had begun to die
Still the doctor cut the cord and slapped me, to make me cry
I was a breach so some complications snuck their way in
It was the first and last time in my life I was without, a single sin

Time moves so slowly for a child as we grow and learn
Then comes the day where it’s up to us to go out and earn
Now a young man, heading closer to the grim weepers call
At such a young tender age, death seems so distant for us all

Life moves along and I am now a dad, where did the time go?
Death is ever so much closer, creeping up daily, ever so slow
I'm not alone here, some I once knew, the reaper has already taken
When he turns up in my time, I’ll accept, that he is not mistaken

Life is what I live whilst I am waiting for it all to just one day end
Kapow, ding, ding, hey fella this is all he’ll say, it’s your time, friend
I used to think I’d fuss and argue and do all that I could to stay
Now I’d probably just say to him, come on big fella, let’s get on our way

I like you all, was born to die, to feel, to love, to hope and sometimes cry
To live this life I was given too get up, have a go, give it all and just try
I did this whole life thing for a while; I even did it wearing my unique grin
True love has eluded me, I could never find it, I gave up and this is my sin !!

LYING UPON THE FLOOR, TOUCHING DARKNESS...
I... AM BLEEDING AWAY...
BATHING DEEP, THE THICK FLOW OF BLOOD...
A... CRIMSON SPILT NECTOR...
GAZING UP AT THE CEILING...
WHILE MY SIGHT... FADES AWAY...
AM I TRUELY GOING TO DIE THIS WAY?...
FOR, I SEEM TO BE WAKING UP TO A NIGHTMARE...

I FEEL THE STING... ALL MY PAIN...
COVETING... MY ETERNAL BEING...
SO DEEP WITHIN... THIS VIVID SETTING...
I'M EMBRACING A SCARY UNKNOWN...
I'VE TRIED REACHING OUT TO TOUCH HER HAND...
BUT... OH, FU*K, SHE'S NEVER THERE...
FOR...THE REALITY LIES WITHIN UNCARING PEOPLE...
WHO HELPED CREATE MY HELL... WHICH WILL NOW UNFOLD...

...AND AS I LAY DYING...
I'M SEARCHING TO TOUCH MY ESSENCE, WITHIN MY LOST SOUL...
GAZING AT LOST HOPE...
THE COMING DEATH... OH, ITS BESTOWED...

SHATTERED WITHIN... MY SUFFERING...
FEELING MY HEART TURNING COLD..
UNFOLDING ENTITIES DROP ON BY...
FOR SHAPING THE GREAT UNKNOWN...
ENDLESS DESPAIR... UNENDING FEARS...
COURSE DEEP INSIDE MY HAUNTED DEPTHS...
I'M CALLING OUT TO SEE... DOES SHE COME?...
OH NO... TO HER, I MAY AS WELL BE FOREVER DEAD...

UPON STORMY NIGHTS, I SAT ALONE...
WATCHING... AS THE RAIN CAME POURING STRAIGHT DOWN...
WHILE DWELLING INSIDE... TO AWAKEN MY THOUGHTS...
THOSE DARK WHISPERS INSIDE WERE SO LOUD...

FOR, THE PAIN IN ME... IS WHAT I'VE FOUND...
AND... NEVER DID SHE RETURN TO ME UPON THAT NIGHT...
AND, IN TEARS... I JUST WEPT... FOR I KNEW...
WHERE SHE LAY... I'VE SEEN IT THROUGH MY VERY EYES...

...AHHH... WITHIN MY MIND...

...AND AS I LAY DYING...
DEATH WHISPERS TO ME UPON THIS DARKENING NIGHT...
...AND AS I LAY DYING...
I'LL SOON BE DEAD BENEATH THE DARKENING SKY...

HA... HA... HA... HA... HA... HA... HA...
HA... HA... HA... HA... HA... HA... HA...

These life experiences would've been enough for separating us
You didn't leave myself to me
You thought mistakes would never end

Oh my, how efficient is her excuse
Curtain of love fell
Applauses are the final words of lovers to those who leave

Her heart is not touching
It's not readable

There is no one who's irreplaceable
There are many of those whose names are forgotten, forgotten, forgotten

You're like a pain...
Why were you a cinder on the skin...
Love flames...
Have they burnt without a heart?
Go, make it (our relationship) end..
This is the last curtain..
My final word to you is these applauses

They fell apart from dreams...
and locked in the darkness...
They've blinked to the hopes
and ignored the love!

Men of iron
Men of steel
Sail upoun open seas
Square sails

Vikings be
Sail upoun open seas
To distant lands
Vikings be

Raiders upoun open seas
To coquor and raid
To viravile land
To raid to rape mortals of land

To viravile to conquer to travel
To distant land
Vikings drell
To fight to death
To conqaur rape beware the viking

For they come to take

ETHERIUM
©1995 David Arthur

I ponder long pained eyes upon
Ice silent yesterdays
Mere memories beloved Louise
Cannot my loss allay

An ocean is my love but not enough for you
Whose grace precedes lithe mystic steeds
The winged gods of lore

I wander on bemused withdrawn
In weary wayward ways
In dreary dotard ways
A pious mermidon

Forever is my love not long enough for you
My eternal spirit draws its neverending breath for you

All earthly will dead quiet still
A shade bemoans by day
And dark of night yields not respite
For grief that has no stay

A poem is my love yet not enough for you
Whose soul sublime
Stirs nobler rhyme
From bard's supernal shore

life is a slow death
it shortens by each moment each breath
we make many messes
fill our days up with stresses
and what happens after death
is pure conjecture and guesses
so whats the use
if life is but a noose?
tightening everyday
until death is what you pray.
yet the glimmer of hope is still alive
to dream and hope is to thrive
so smile for yet another day
before this life is taken away.

Singing Beach. A haven from the streets of life,
The sound of shell bells, from the cities of
The Sea echo through the salty air, yet heard
Above the splashing of the ocean as it kissed the shoreline
And splashed against the rocks.
Each morn the Porpoise, with slippery limbs and silver form
Would arch above the rolling waves, a bow without
The piercing arrow, then descend to depths unknown,
Screeching, once again in play before heading to the shore.
My simple bow in greeting never could compare to his
Trick of paddling tail, suspending him in air.
His wavering click of screech was his personal form of speech, Yet
I understood and talk of life ensued,
His graceful leap so high and a
Special kinship grew between this fish and I.
one morning, on the sand, beneath suspecting clouds,
I saw the fish afloat.
Weekened by some inner wond
He circled round and round,
His playful screech muffled,
An unfamiliar sound. I waded in the water to comfort, feel and touch
But the fish kept his distance, insisting "nothing much." then
With mustered strength
All for my delight, the fish attempted flight.
He cut into an easy roll,
pure pain to flap his tai and my tears for one so young
Gave way to silent wail.
In the baron wasteland of my heart
A silent chant echo's.

MY SOULESS CORPSE FEELS LIKE IT'S ON FIRE.
AND IT ROTS AS IT LIES STINKING WITHIN THE EARTH.
IT IS RAINING BLOOD UPON THE GROUND WITHIN THIS CEMETARY
AND INSIDE THE DEEPEST CORE OF MY DEAD BEING, MY SOULESS DEMON IS NOW SPAT IN REBIRTH...

AHHH...
SPECTRES OF SORROW ARE FLYING SO FREE.
FROM AN ETERNITY, THAT... WILL... FOREVER... BLEED...
BLACK MEMORIES AND DESIRES CROSS OVER WITH ME TO THE OTHER SIDE.
AND WITHIN THIS DESPAIR, I SEE THOSE GLORIOUS OF DARKEST SITES...

I HAD DIED A HORRIBLE DEATH WITHIN AN ABYSS FOR MY ETERNAL HELL.
AND IT'S SHADOWS OF AN UNKNOWN EVIL, THROUGH ME WAS DEEPLY DREAMPTH.
WHEN THIS ANCIENT DARKNESS CREPT INSIDE MY LONELY, HOLLOW SHELL.
I WAS CHRISTENED THEN I WAS ORDAINED TO SERVE THE MAJESTY OF THE DAMNED...

AHHH...
SPECTRES OF SORROW ARE FLYING SO FREE.
FROM AN ETERNITY, THAT... WILL... FOREVER... BLEED...
BLACK MEMORIES AND DESIRES CROSSED OVER WITH ME TO THE OTHER SIDE.
AND WITHIN THIS DESPAIR, THE EVIL'S FULFILLED UPON THE DARKEST OF NIGHTS...

I WAS TWISTED BY THE VERY FEELINGS THAT CONFRONTED MY SOUL AS I LAYED BLEEDING.
AND THE DESOLATION HAD POSSESSED ME FROM SO DEEP WITHIN.
FOR, WITHIN THE DEVIL'S WAKE, I HAD BELIEVED I WAS ONLY DREAMING.
BUT, IN TRUTH, IT WAS MY DARK REALITY UNBURIED BENEATH MY SIN...

AHHH...
SPECTRES OF SORROW ARE FLYING SO FREE.
FROM AN ETERNITY, THAT... WILL... FOREVER... BLEED...
BLACK MEMORIES AND DESIRES CROSSED OVER WITH ME TO THE OTHER SIDE.
AND WITHIN THIS DESPAIR, I DWELL WITH THE LEGIONS FOR THE TIES THAT BIND...

(WITH THE LEGIONS OF THE EVIL BENIGN...)

Why
One
single
three
letter
word
repeating
over
and
over
in my mind
Echoing
taunting
like loud
laughter in an
empty hall
Punishing
humiliating
destroying
Why
I can't shake it
loose
I can't hide
can't make it stop
make it go away
any more than
I can change
time
If only
I could
change time
Go back
Erase your
fingerprints
from my flesh
reminding me
again and
again
how I let you
touch me
How I touched
you
me
One
single
thoughtless
moment
of
weakness
If only
the pleasure
lasted
as
painfully long
as the
guilt
Shame
burns in me
where once
passion dwelt
burning
hungering
for your touch
a touch
any
you could have
been
anyone
The projector
of memory
paints a sordid
collage
of flashback images
Two bodies
entwinded
in an erotic
lover's dance
thrusting
pulling
needing
taking
wanting
more
more
But it's never enough
it's never
ever
enough.


SAS

While watching sunset
Drowning in sea
Every breath of fresh ear
Sun reflections
In blue sea
Collars
Sink inside me
Awakening hope
Waves as handkerchief
In distance

Is that beloved waving ?
Is it my mother?
Or brother?
Or sister?

I am feeling as passing
Image
Caught
In immortal circle of mortal pain

I sow so many handkerchief in distance
Each one soaked with tears
Promised of waiting
But wind of time took them away
Stacked in branches
They live they're own life
Whistling wind blow them
Roll them
Twist them in ear as dancing ballerina
Makes them remember laughter of past
With tears of present
In wind of dreams
Past endeavours
They cry as neglected children
Waiting to be picked up
And find they're way
To be kept close to chest
As treasure of heart
For someone to cherish

Each handkerchief has it's own dreams
Some to dress a wound
Some to hold the candlelight
Burning on heart as Faith
Some dream
To grow bigger on mainmast
Withstanding storm
To stand proud waving - against time
While life destiny that our nature shapes
In this or that room
Waiting
With handkerchief