Most Commented Loss / Death Poems (1,049)

Fifty years later I still cry in the cold rainy night
As I stand by the door.

I never dreamed that a father could hurt a child
As much as you hurt me.

But all you did was live and then much too early die
Before I even got to know you.

I sometimes wonder if the pain might be less for me
If I could have said goodbye.

Then I think of others gone
and I know that your loss
would have torn my soul,
no matter when.

I was green as green can be
Thirsty, tired, lost! Trying to find my way
Running, hiding from the ghosts that lurk
Within the dark forests of my soul and mind!

I plunged myself into a river so cold
Icy waters numbed my heart
With eyes closed, my hands unfold
I prayed for a place where there’s respite!

Distant sounds of laughter opened my eyes
The lush but ghostly forest now far behind
Formidable Castle loomed right in front
Its massive door ajar; so easy to find!

I mustered all strength and courage
In front of the guards, no words came out
My energy waning I gasped and said
Will you sirs let me in or will you let me die?

The guards towered over me! Frightened, I was!
Not so tall, not at all dark but definitely handsome;
“Come my lady, they said; it’s warm inside!
Our castle is your Castle now”’ they chimed!

Inside the courtyard were people of all colours, shapes, sizes!
Wearing a smile; waving, nodding saying Hi! Others quite shy!
Holding notebooks and gizmos and gadgets galore
I felt home in no time; and soon the King of Poets land stopped by!

Voila! Our self-appointed King, the guards gestured
Cafetwo2010 my lady! I am the King of Poets’ Castle
A castle I purposely built for all poets to reside and recover!
“Do you write?” he asked. I can’t your Highness but I can be a storyteller

Well, well; you came to the right place my lady!
You’ll be writing in no time!
My knights will protect you;
You now have a place to come home to

Days turned to years! I learnt the King loves organizing ball dances!
Where his Knights would make sure everyone’s invited
Filling the castle’s courtyard with poets from all walks of life!
Dancing; yodelling, reciting, writing; party goes on and on for days!

I saw a King with a kind heart; his love of his Creator shining bright
He had the knack of saving damsels in distress or not!
Inspiring them to believe in themselves, being kind to one another
Making them the lyrics of his songs and subjects of his poetry!

A tribute here, there, everywhere; a challenge now and then
A heartfelt message or two; making others lighten up!
He said he has magical skills; did he have a magic wand?
I could use that now to see if I could bring him back!

Years rolled, I got to know a few residents, some became mentors, friends!
Like Elo the quiet one who was knighted by the Great King Café
A bright young lad who called himself PM1; A lady named
Happygolucky; erudite Socrates as his name suggests.

There was a lad called Morgen90210; an academic called McDuff
A gentleman named Bill; a lady Odette I can recall and so is Redex
The others hailed from America like lindsyjones, madtat; gnj4u;
McCradloff; my brothers Candykid and jesse to name just a few

There were other decent people from the land of Kangaroos
I crossed the ditch to be with one of them and I’m still here!
Far away places brought poets like Marikia. Some have moved
to other places like myself, I can think of Scatlyn and Paloma!

But none inspired me more than the King of the Castle himself
Creating a non-denominational Castle; always welcoming new ones
When it’s miserable outside; he’ll concoct words that made us laugh!
He will secretly send a message or two just to cheer you up!

He did live up to his royal name; never looking down on anyone
Except me maybe because I’m not even five foot one.
So to Cafetwo2010; for an awesome poem-filled seven years
Thank you for blessing us with your wit; kindness, courage; humility!

You are a special and unique poet to us all;
It’s been a joy to have met you here!
Take your well-deserved, restful sleep until we meet again!

In quiet Solitude, he reflected until thoughts became clear
then, with Humility, imparted wisdom to us
in verse we will continue to hold dear.
His Gratitude for life begat our gratitude for his.
The Pride he took in being a gallant knight
brought comfort to others, knowing he was near.

Through Cooperation, he strived to achieve
a community of poetic sisters and brothers.
With Friendship, one of his handiest tools,
he avoided perils of those who would be fools;
practiced Forgiveness while looking for their best;
displayed Honesty by which we were blessed.

With Courage, he faced each day’s burnings;
through Grace, accepted the change of day into night.
Patience allowed him to navigate darkness
until action could bend it toward Justice’s light.
Generosity with which he bestowed love
showered our corner, fed our yearnings.

On battlefields, his Discipline reigned without contender
Dedication enabled him to reach goals without surrender.
Kindness in his Speech was something all could understand.
His Faith throughout life did demand we recognize
Equality must describe every child, woman, man
and Love be the music castle life would epitomize

until Death’s knell rings out a final farewell.
the work one knight begins, others may finish.
May the goodness he once showered upon us
grow within every person and not diminish.



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I woke up in tears
Theres no way your gonna walk down those stairs
Doesn't matter how many prayers I
pray
Your're in a place where there's no
pain
I cry so hard that
Every part of my body
hurts
I miss you so much

As I grow old and frail
feeble I am becoming
my body bones brittle
skin now hangs in folds
legs like sticks all bandy
I sense death he's closing in
soon he will wait no more
the stench tells it all
death my old friend
waiting in the wings
your grinning face
haunts my dreams
silently you wait
knowing I am yours
when the bell toils
you will be the victor
and I? to dust return

Your face, i shall never forget it
the way you looked at me
your eyes pleading and begging....

Don't say it .. don't say it.

You tried to look strong
but i do know the look of fear
"go on" you said to me
tell me what i don't want to hear.

I quietly spoke
quickly tears swelled
our world was changing
each other we held.

As we cradled
all i could think
this is the thanks i give to the man
that has given me everything.

I'v broke his heart
filled it with sadness and sorrow
taken all hope from him
for a better tomorrow.

Here, On the other side of the page
where lost days go,
where lost poems go,
where forgotten dreams
are breaking up like morning fog.

Go.....
Go.....
Go.....

I am preparing myself for death.

I am teaching myself emptiness;
the gambler's hunger for love,
the nun's hunger for God,
the child's hunger for chocolate
in the hours of darkness.

I am teaching myself love;
the lean love of marble kissed away by rain,
the cold kisses of snow crystals on granite grave markers,
the soul kisses of snow as it melts in the spring.

Here, on the other side of the page
I lie making a snow angel with the arcs of my arms.
I lie like a fallen skier who never wants to get up.
I lie with my poles, my pens flung around me too far
in the snow to reach.

The snow seeps into the hollow of my bones
& the calcium white of the page deposits me
in like a fossil.

I am fixed in my longing for speech,
I am buried in the snowbank of my poems,
I am here, where you find me........

Dead-

SAS

Lament my soul,
Lament and watch
black trickles
of sweet poison
flows quietly
into my river
that accumulates
in a dam now full
drop after drop
until it gives in
explodes, expose
Wound in my soul
festers in sight
as maggots arise
a horrid stench
from opened heart
left to dry out
under scorching heat
of a raging sun
only to be flipped
engulfed forever
by the darkness
of a cold cold night,
to freeze
to numb
to die
quietly

Tomorrow torn
by savage beaks
of vultures mean!

Bitter. That surely I am and rightly so,
What you have done to me has scarred even my soul.
You promised me only to have and to hold,
That you would stay here until we were both old.

Now see me here and time has crept,
But as long as I live I will not forget.
Only now there is sorrow and much regret,
you have gone too soon, could you not cheat Death?

And why go alone? I would have gladly come with,
If only to avoid this loneliness.
I am mad, I can't stand another moment of this,
mad that such misfortune has come betwixt.

But I know what I must do to return what was lost,
there must be sacrifice for to gain there is cost.
You and me will never be if this plan is not wrought,
necessity demands that with my blood it be bought.

So Death tarry no longer, please hurry, make haste,
reunite me to my lover, alas he awaits,
On tonight I give my life the whole world to gain,
yes for bitterness to go I must hold him again!
J.S.

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