Loss / Death Poems (1,049)

Did you know that I
Had my first breath
But I didn’t make it
Just too close to death
I waved my hand
But no one could see
Hidden from you
My soul not yet free

Did you know that I
Could smile at you
One of the things
I’ve learned how to do
I wiggle my toes
Grasp at my ears
Safety surrounds me
I have no fears

Did you know that I
Took my last breath today
Never a chance
To run or to play
No I passed away silently
In mother’s embrace
Before she had a chance
To see my sweet face

Did you know that she
Mourns every day
For loss of her baby
But no words does she say
The world does not seem
To think I was here
But my mommy knows
Her treasure so dear

Did you know of a memory
Too precious to share
With a world full of those
Who don’t seem to care
I live with my mother
Perhaps only in mind
Those precious few moments
Forever will bind

Autumn's brass and cherry red
On your mountains small feet did tread.
Happy times in Fall were they
When the child and stepped in play
Slapping footprints along the way
We strolled your hillsides moss green glens,
Never t opass this way again.
Weakened fingers tickled a Birch , never seeing
Dead bark fall to the earth. That lifeless hide
Decayed in its youth sized my heart with reality's truth
of this final journey for the child and I and
The so few days when the child must die.
Now alone by the river, beyond the wood
Where me and the child, together once stood,
Ifeel the cold from the Autumn stream
While my head, on the trunk of a Birch, does lean
The river sooths with musical rhyme,
An angered spirit and blistering soul
By calming its waters and easing its flow
Even the woods are silent this moment in time
Even the Jay is quiet today
Perched at attention, beak towards the sky, As though in respect for the child and I.
Even a squrriel, white and grey
sits on his haunches as though to pray
His little hands folded, little head lowered his fingers
grasping a tiny white flower.
Then a screech from the Jay, a hallowed farewell,
Like the haunting sound of the passing bell!













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November's wind bold and callous as the yard she raped

Blew with scorned fury, as though the gods ignored
Her right to whip freely round the seven seas
And the midnight toll drew near
on the bleak and lusty night of
All Saints Eve. She had never walked the yard
As she did then, cringing with each step
From the rub of bone on bone,
Milling its pound of flesh with each grind'
She did browse the yard beneath the sun,
No fear of finding horror
Just bits of passing life and sorrow.
But now her swing lamp light sprayed
The slanting stones, the bawling winds slapping flesh
A reminder of unwanted guests.
But breaching through a wall of wind
She lugged a heavy heart to the grave of Lorna Lynn.
On her knees numbing fingers traced the words,
"Only one and twenty so young a maiden lost".
The winds began to die descending to a breeze,
But the melancholy figure had at once began to freeze.
And now on All Saints Eve the knelling bells do tell
Of a mother, frozen in a Winter wind
Next to the grave of Lorna Lynn.

WHAT AM I LIVING FOR, WHY AM I HERE,
WHY DOES TROUBLE, ALWAYS SEEMS NEAR?
WHY DID MY LOVED ONES, HAVE TO GO AWAY,
AND LEAVE ALL THIS PAIN, IN MY HEART TODAY?
SOMETIMES I FEEL I HAVE NO ONE LEFT,
LIKE I'M OUT IN A JUNGLE, ALL BY MYSELF!
I FEEL LIKE I'M ABOUT TO LOSING CONTROL,
ALL I CAN THINK ABOUT IS THE PAIN,
BUT I CAN SEE THE SUN IS YET SHINING,
AND I BELIEVE IT WILL SHINE AGAIN!
I KNOW THERE'S AN ANSWER SOMEWHERE
I TRULY BELIEVE THERE IS,
I BELIEVE THAT THERE IS SOMEONE
WHO CAN WIPE AWAY MY TEARS!
CAN YOU HEAR ME JESUS??
CAN YOU FEEL MY PAIN??
PLEASE LIFT THIS HEAVY BURDEN,
SO I MAY LIVE AGAIN!!!.....LILLIE

If I die today or if I die tomorrow I don't want my loved ones to feel any sorrow. I want them to remember all the good times we had I want them to be happy not f*cking sad. I just hope I live long enough to be a dad but I know it'll never happen that's why I still feel sad and hella f*cking mad. I've been in a wheelchair zince 1998 whenever I smoke weed it makes me feel great. The day that I die I hope it ends with me hella f*cking high. When i'm mad I try to be nice but I feel like a psychopath wanting to eat their brain's like rice. I like to take risks like someone trying to fight with two broken wrists or make someone's head pop like a big cyst. This shows why not to f*ck with me when I feel pissed.

Here I lay,
Ten years to the day,
Entombed,
brittle and full of decay.

You came once a week,
Once a month,
Once a year,
Now no-one comes here.

So loved in life,
Yet neglected in death,
I have become something I never wanted to be,
FORGOTTEN.

I'm so tired but I can't sleep
I'm so hungry but I won't eat
I wish this pain would go away
I'm so strong but I'm feeling weak
I want to say a lot but I can't speak
I wish this pain would go away
I want to be there but I'm over here
I want to cure him but I can't and it's not fair
I wish this pain would go away
I see everyone in tears and I can't help
This is the worst feeling I have ever felt
I wish this pain would go away
I love him more than words can say
Never thought it would happen this way
I wish all this pain would go away

tears fall down my face
I feel cold and empty in this lonely place
it's hard to explain how I feel
I don't want things to go down hill
right now I feel like I can cry
and I hav eno idea why
how I miss the warmth of your arms
and listening to your sweet charms
I can say I truely miss you
and will always love you too
at times when I need to make the right choice
I close me eyes and can hear your wonderful voice
when thingsfor me go wrong
your love helps me stay strong
you were sent from above to be my guardian angel
I know that is so real when things for me fall apart
your love is strong in my heart
I miss you so very much
and the gentlw feel of your touch
Mom I love you and miss you so much

SOMETIMES THE TRIALS OF LIFE
CAN HIT US VERY HARD,
BUT WE CAN MAKE IT THROUGH
IF WE PUT OUR TRUST LORD;
I REMEMBER THAT NOVEMBER
BACK IN NINETEEN HUNDRED EIGHTY SEVEN,
WHEN GOD TOOK MY MOMMY
TO LIVE WITH HIM IN HEAVEN;
I FELT AS THOUGH MY HEART STOOD STILL,
WHEN THEY CAME FOR MY MOMMY, THAT DAY,
I STOOD THERE AS IF I WAS IN A TRANCE
AS THE HEARSE DROVE SLOWLY AWAY;
I DIDN'T REALIZE, UNTIL THEY DROVE OUT OF SIGHT,
THAT I WOULD NEVER SEE MY MOMMY AGAIN,
I FELT AS IF I HAD DIED INSIDE
AS THE TEARS LAPPED UNDER MY CHIN;
I HAD SO MUCH ANGER AND PAIN
BUILDING UP INSIDE ME,
BECAUSE I COULDN'T UNDERSTAND
WHY THIS HAD TO BE;
I SPOKE IN MY HEART, I SAID,
"LORD, IF YOU REALLY LOVE ME,
'THEN HOW COULD YOU TAKE
MY MOMMY FROM ME??"
BUT WHAT I DIDN'T REALIZE
AND WHAT I COULDN'T YET UNDERSTAND,
WAS ALL THE TIME MY MOMMY SUFFERED,
HER SOUL WAS SAFELY IN GOD'S HAND;
IT HAS BEEN TWENTY SEVEN YEARS NOW
SINCE GOD TOOK MOMMY AWAY,
BUT IT STILL HURT JUST AS MUCH,
AS IT DID THAT NOVEMBER DAY;
I KNOW IT WAS GOD'S WILL
THAT MY MOMMY HAD TO GO,
BUT MY HEART IS STILL IN SO MUCH PAIN,
BECAUSE LORD , I LOVE THAT LADY SO!
THE PAIN WILL ALWAYS BE IN MY HEART
BUT THE LORD MAKES IT EASIER TO BEAR
MY MOMMY'S NOW RESTING WITH JESUS
AND I HOPE SOMEDAY TO BE WITH HER THERE!

...I WILL ALWAYS LOVE YOU MOMMY...
"OUR LOVE SHALL NEVER DIE"

THERE'S A NEW ANGEL IN HEAVEN
AND HIS NAME IS, "DEE",
HE IS A VERY SPECIAL ANGEL
BECAUSE HE'S A PART OF ME;
HE CAME INTO THIS WORLD
AS A GIFT FROM GOD, TO ME,
NO WORDS CAN EXPRESS THE JOY,
THAT THIS LITTLE ANGEL GAVE TO ME;
WHEN I FELT HIS FIRST KICK
MY HEART WAS FILLED WITH SO MUCH LOVE,
EVERYDAY I WOULD GIVE GOD PRAISE
FOR SEEING FAVOR IN ME, FROM HIS THRONE ABOVE;
ON THE DAY HE WAS BORN
THE DAY HE TOOK HIS FIRST BREATH,
I HELD HIM IN MY ARMS,
AND LAID HIM UPON MY CHEST;
MY JOY INCREASED EACH DAY
AS I WATCHED HIM GROW INTO A MAN,
I PRAYED EVERY NIGHT AND DAY,
THAT GOD WOULD KEEP HIM IN HIS HANDS;
GOD LOANED HIM TO ME FOR THIRTY-SIX YEARS,
THEN HE SENT WORD FOR HIS ANGEL TO COME,,
IT WAS TIME TO RETURN BACK TO HEAVEN,
BACK TO HIS ORIGINAL HOME;
MY HEART WAS BROKEN
I COULDN'T HOLD BACK THE TEARS,
BUT I STILL GAVE THANKS TO GOD,
FOR THOSE BEAUTIFUL THIRTY-SIX YEARS;
BECAUSE HE CHOSE ME, FROM ALL THE MOMS
TO BE A MOTHER TO THIS SPECIAL ONE,
AND I AM SO PROUD TO HAVE CALLED,
THAT SPECIAL ANGEL, " MY SON."

R.I.P. MY SWEET, SWEET ANGEL,...MOMMY LOVES YOU BABY!... NOT EVEN DEATH CAN STOP .A MOTHER'S LOVE FOR HER CHILD!