Loss / Death Poems (1,049)

The
old Oak
tree was in
pretty bad shape. It
had been hit by lightning in 78.
Kids climbed on it and broke some
branches. About 50 feet away there was
a wild cherry, it's bark was very smooth and
it's leaves so green. Every year it made such pretty
white flowers. The wild cherry was just a twig when
the old Oak saw her. The old Oak had a kind heart and
welcomed her to the forest for he knew the wild cherry
needed his help in the growing game. Everyday he would
say good morning to the wild cherry and she would respond
in kind. They talked for hours about everything there was.
She wished she could move like the deer and the squirrels but
her roots aren't legs nor were the old Oaks. Sometimes it would
rain and sometimes it would snow, but through it all, he was
there to guide her and she to learn. He told her things that only
an old Oak knows and she told him of her dreams and fears
and hopes. Then one day the men came with their saws to cut
him down. She screamed but of course they couldn't hear
her, everyone knows trees can't make a sound, at least
not the kind you can hear. The old Oak tree was in
pretty bad shape. It had been hit by lightning in 78
It was time for it to go, and everyone knew it
Now the wild cherry is alone in the woods.
Her grief is boundless because she
lost her friend, her mentor,
her “Daddy". But
the most
important
lesson he
taught her
he taught
her from
the wood pile.
Old Oak trees don't last
forever, and sometimes you
get no second chance to tell him
thanks for everything he's done

I wanted a room with a view
Im here and Im you

I came from before
Im here forevermore

I told you who you are
Im here never far

I know you cannot see
Im you and you are me

I know you dont know
Im here to help you grow

I know its a mystery
Im here to set you free!

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Above poem is in Chinese and below is translation.

In fact, each of us inevitably has to fly solo!
I also flew solo for seven years before I met him!
You always have to pass the wrong person before you can meet the right person!
right!
Seeing the birds on the coast, they all fly by themselves!
Occasionally I saw Shuangfei, but quickly each flew!
Reunion and parting, parting and reunion!
Goodbye or parting easy?
Godmother and godfather are together for thirty-five years!
After the pearl marriage and all the ups and downs!
This solo flight! Five flavors mixed!
Godfather finally got out of his painful body
Godmother also left more than a hundred days of torture,
Only blessings!
When the godmother flew solo, with all the memories!
Flying in that blue sky! Smiling!

If ever you make it to Heaven one day,
Please stop and take a while
To look for my kin as you go on your way;
You’ll meet him with a smile.
Tell him how truly sorry I am
That no one was there by his side
But I know now that God may have planned it that way,
On the fateful morning he died.

If ever you make it to Heaven one day,
And find that you’re lonesome or bored,
Just look for my brother, he’ll show you the way;
‘Cause he’s right there with the Lord.
You’ll find that he’s happy and free from all care;
- There’ll be a grin on his face -
Everything’s better, there’s nothing to fear
Now that he’s gone from this place.

If ever I make it to Heaven at all,
What a great blessing that’ll be!
But greater still will be my joy,
When my loving brother I see.
He knows how to make me feel welcome and glad;
- He’s just a person like that –
So I’ll try my best to be good, though I’m sad,
Until it’s my turn to depart.

What will you do when the doing is done?, what will you do
when the race is won? who will you be?, what will you see,,...
......eternity?

The old man left our house, took my car and drove away,
I was twenty one, I remember to this day,

There was no goodbye, there was no adieu, there was never,
we'll never see you, again,

And life went on, with someone gone, like a distant song, someone
sung, but the "old man" was really young,

Who I thought was old, was 53, nearly ten years younger than me,
today!

I feel his spirit nearly every day, he helps me, shows me, leads me
on my way.

He does!

Tomorrow will always come after today ends
Tomorrow WILL be with or without you or me

Today is where we are at right now
No guarantee of tomorrow, no how

So its strange to me and strange to see
Such importance placed on what may never be.

All there is...is now, mother, father, daughter and son
Be united as one, no second chance to start anew

The time is now, for me and you.

Honesty and integrity are the ideal of what we should be, truthfulness and clarity are what we should see, are we a minus or a plus, we won't make a fuss, I think that minus may win the game, I don't know, are we all the same?

Where were you when Kennedy died? Where were you when Simpson lied?
Where were you when you realised? Where were you?

And still we repeat, still we retreat, until we're backed into a corner, only then will the battle for survival become the host of a new revival, new wisdom to see, what things there could be, but twill only get lost in history. Again!