Loss / Death Poems (1,049)

Consumed with grief I am, I get relief in no way
O circumambient waters of the Ganges drown me

Our land foments excessive mutual enmity
What unity ! Our closeness harbors separation

Enmity instead of sincerity is outrageous
Enmity among the same barn’s grains is outrageous

If the brotherly breeze has not entered in a garden
No pleasure can be derived from songs in that garden

Though I exceedingly love the real closeness
I am upset by the mixing of waves and the shore

The miraculous poet is like the grain from the barn
The grain has no existence if there is no barn

How can beauty unveil itself if no one is anxious for sight
Lighting of the candle is meaningless if there is no assembly

Why does the taste for speech not change to silence
Why does this brilliance not appear out from my mirror

Alas! My tongue poured its speech down
When war’s fire had burnt the garden down

The road is short
The flashing light sound
Do I cross or do I go
The barriers decend

Quick time to cross
Oh dear am stuck
I push and pull
I cannot move

Oh dear I've pushed my
Luck
Th re in the distance it draws near
Faster faster it draws near
Crash bang


The angels decend
To gods resting place I asend
My new wings I collect my hallo

I have gaind
For I've pushed my luck again :-) ----------,

Some days i think of all the days
we where together and i miss you.
I walk around lonely and in a daze.
I go to bed waiting for the aching
of my heart to stop.
I want a break from my existence
here in reality if only for a moment.
In my dreams my imagination takes hold.
I can go anywhere and be anyone.
In my dreams is my home.
I see my husband holding me in his arms
as we watch television with our kids
looking on.
He reminds me how much he loves me.
He tells me how he wants to be with
me forever.
In his arms i loose myself as i have
done so many times before.
You hold my hand as we walk
along the beach.
You remind me of how much you love me.
You hold me keeping all the pain away.
You pull me into your protective arms
where i do not want to leave.
There are mornings where i do not want
to get up i still want to stay with him.
Stay in his arms in my bed.
Why can i not stay there forever.
Reality is to hard some days to face.

Day will come I'll be dead,
Placed with grace into grave,
Heart and feeling I'll mingle
Mingle with cold of the sand…
Worms my heart will beset
Feed voracious on flesh,
To no avail will be sobbing
Of beautiful haired I loved,
To no avail will be wailing
Of violets – sisters of mine.
To no avail will be downfall
Of stars to the plain from above,
To no avail river’s howling,
Rushing from downstream high,
To no avail fall of cracked rock
Down to grove where it’s stuck…
Oh, woe is me, I won’t see them
Turned into the dead as am I.

1886

Pain is strong
Pain is hard
Pain will make you
And pain will break you
It will show you
Life, through others eyes
May show you right
Or may show you wrong
No matter who you are
It'll pull you down
Get back up
And start again.

Will I have wings
White fluffy feathers
As tall as I
I'll stretch my wings as far as I can
Flap them
Preen then clean them

Make sure there dry
Now my wings are in fine condition
My white robe clean and
Sparkling white
My hallo

Nesstle upon my head
To my charge I am placed to look after him/her
To follow them to take care
My duty to protect
Him/her
Am now
An angel
Heaven sent

We watch as the stars glaze the skies,
they have been there since time memorial,
we are but a spectrum in times eyes,
our lives are liven as a tutorial,

Many before us have passed this phase,
they have had similar existence,
their very own eyes at stars have gazed,
the power of life is no resistance,

We watch as family and friends pass by,
love the ones you meet never forget their touch,
one day soon it will be your turn to die,
will you in turn be grieved as such,

When young we do not think this so,
as full of life and vitality,
our turn will come this we know,
time goes on but not our mortality.

An empty space
a vacant chair
just waiting there.
Looking into there
i see all the happy
times with thee.
You made me smile.
You made me laugh.
You were full of
such glee for all
the world to see.
The light shown
off you with love
for all to see just
how much everyone
meant to thee.

??She stands on the edge of the shore, as a new dawn breaks, on the horizon she searches.. For dreams that never came. With eyes unseeing she watches the sky, seagulls flying free and high. She stands on the edge, of madness or reason? The pink hues turn crimson, the gentle breeze gets stronger, another storm? She thinks no longer. The gentle water wraps her in a loving embrace, and the dawn turns to dusk

Around here they call her Mystique
She comes across as sorrowful, subdued and weak;
Does anyone ever stop and wonder what kind
Of sinister tragedy destroyed her mind?

The burden that she carries like a megalith upon her scrawny frame
Leaves her wounded and repulsive, odoriferous with no name.
How is it possible to irrigate a soul
That has been ripped from a body, not long ago….whole

The phemigus follaceous that is her skin
Hides what once was a beauty within
The sweet harmonium of death cutting into her like a knife,
A tired body wasted, like a worn unobtrusive tassel hanging on the cloth of life

The festoon she hangs on the grave of her past
Carry her broken dreams that could never last.
In the shadows of darkness, pondering her objective
She once again asks herself would her death be effective