Most Commented Loss / Death Poems (1,049)

The moving earth

such an unstable ground

What a mighty life

many found

The unstoppable journey

amongst



held back in tears

for those so asleep

a new world

they bound



So much help within the hour


A hand in hand

a weighted rock!

so hurled into space!


You know who you are

amongst all the turmoil

To dig so deeply

just to see that face


A sudden snatch of lightness

from brick to brick


A booty rock

you tossed so quick!


Our hope flied

As the nature

torn down lives


So sudden

as darkness fell


We awaited the call


We found many

I'm sorry not all


From over 20 Countries

they poured into our land


Linked Saviours (All you!)

so many

like grains of sand


WE So Deeply Thankyou


You cradle our Loss

As many tragic scenes across the world

Your support is so great!


YOU ARE TRULEY OUR MATE!!!

Hand in hand, yes we weep!

For all those of Whanau (Family)

We lift the greiving

to know we all send and greet your prayers

It means so much to us all my beautiful friends

Sadness tolls

upon my country

there is no turning back

but, to always, for all Countries

We shall never cut the slack

In the Mode of Miracles
We never give up on hope

Of all whom were consumed

Our LOVE will ALWAYS float



THEY/YOU WILL NEVER BE ALONE



I close with a rapture of "Aroha"



"May your spirit rise

may you feel and sense all our love

forever and ever"

We Thank you all!

Always Soph
xx


In 1913 Palings published a piano-variations piece in Australia, Swiss Cradle Song.

In 1915 its opening theme was modified for the singing of Po Atarau to farewell Maori WW1 soldiers.

In 1920 Maewa Kaihau wrote a This is the Hour verse, and in 1935 she modified the Po Atarau verse.
This became the Haere Ra Waltz Song, which was sung when steamships were departing overseas.

English wartime singer Gracie Fields learnt Haere Ra on a visit to New Zealand in 1945.
Her version of it, known as Now is the Hour, became a world-wide hit in 1948.



Pö atarau
E moea iho nei
E haere ana
Koe ki pämamao

Haere rä
Ka hoki mai anö
Ki i te tau
E tangi atu nei On a moonlit night
I see in a dream
You going away
To a distant land

Farewell,
But return again
To your loved one,
Weeping here





Soph



xx

~~Mom~~

At times it seems like yesterday
other times it feels like 20 years
But time hasnt changed the pain in our hearts
or our eyes filled with tears....

We knew you were tired
we really wanted you to stay
We couldn't be selfish
to let you suffer another day.

God was calling you Home
we saw the pain in your eyes
with a heavy heart we gathered
to say our goodbyes

A day doesnt go past
without thoughts of you
wanting to hear your voice, see your face,
a hug, anything would do...
We love you.

In the middle of the darkness there was a quiet glow
I followed all the footsteps of those who saw it before
Many walked this way but it only seemed a few have made it back
And the closer that I was the more that sorrow filled my flask
It was a never ending journey that lead me to so alone
Beneath a different twilight far away from home
I could hear the drops of many tears falling in the distance
Silencing my own so that I will make it through this
Finally in the middle I reached to touch this quiet glow
And its calmness overwhelmed me but in return it took my soul
And as I fell down to my knees and I understood why many stayed before
So I stood back on my feet and said to death I fear no more
As I kissed death on its lips it said now be on your way
And it gave me back my soul and my night returned to day

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August 19, 1933 - May 23, 2010
is what the tombstone read
If I could talk to them today I wondered the words that would be said
What a life, an adventure this person must have lived
All that they have seen, all that they did

But this date spoke to me in ways only a soul could ever hear
So I started to listen with my heart and not with my ears
The dash in the middle is where the journey of life begins
Not the born on date and surely not in the end

For what you do in between determines where our road will lead
Its not what you have done but rather what we do that brings us peace
So when I lie down in my bed am I grateful for the day
And when I am in my final rest will I have a smile on my face

A Soldier's Cross

The soldier had honourably met his fate
And as he stood before the gate,
He thought he would forever wait
But his name was found atop the slate.

He asked if he would be sent below
For having to kill his country's foe,
But then was told an emphatic No,
Straight to the Lord with honour go.

You have given your precious life,
To help free others from hellish strife
Leaving behind both child and wife,
For this you will be given eternal life.

Long ago a battle was valiantly fought,
And in so doing an example was taught,
To His people who have never forgot,
With His life our forgiveness was bought.

In Heaven soldiers will be everywhere,
For they gave that others might fair
With peace and love for all to share,
But a soldier's cross is heaviest to bear.

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

melancholic strollers,
under desperate crying skies,
pottering around tombs
and mausoleums..
lost minds,
full of regrets and memories,
ceaselessly turning round,
in the none o'clock one way watch..
seeing you,you dont see them..
talking to you,you never reply..
melancholic strollers,
a name,a date,on a grave,reading..
a hand switched the life off,
a hazy,hazardous morning..
lone souls,since so long,
about aimlessly wandering
amongst cold marbles..
walking past each others..
death never recognize its reflect..
names,dates,slowly wearing away,
opening the gate of time,
definitely,making their way
in the eternal light...

it's been decided now
the fields have been parched
and the forests laid low
we must make sacrifices now
to effect a change today
therefore blood must be spilt.

so prepare your arms and
bare your chests wide.
begin in your amygdala
and find the basest emotion.
fear and hate unreasonable
instinct ranks understanding.

long steel directs emotion that
drone planes cannot feel.
reveal yourself with whetted
desire to wash soiled layers
of field and forest with
the blood of others regardless

of merit or worth or need.
the consolation of philosophy
has no place on this road.
there is no toll of penance
here at the gate of incivility.

peace being passé, keen to kill
as anarchy reigns deep within
the fascination of termination,
red red red fills the souls,
headlines cry out depravity.
hear the cries of the dying.

yet in time, peace will return
to each, and even to nations.
dug up bones will be reburied
after careful consideration
and a wrenching forgiveness.

season follows season and
time and purpose may...may
be accepted if not understood.
Man has his appointed cycle
of seasons and vicissitudes
beyond our own tender love.

© agoodguy2have 2011-04-25

beautiful day kids are playing
clouds move in starts raining
hear the laughters and cry's
everybody goes inside
sitting on my deck getting all wet
running down the hall kids
chasing that wet dog
flash of lightning storm moves in
lights go out
can see the candles glowing
can't see the smoke
thought it was the rain
candles fell over
burning up the place
called 911
can hear the engines roaring
sirens blaring
pillaring smoke
all the kids stopped crying

Thinking is really very overrated
Especially for me unless of course
I could get paid well for thinking
But most of the time I pay dearly
For telling other people what I think
Then again most of the people I know
Get paid for doing something else.