Most Commented Loss / Death Poems (1,049)

vases at cemeteries
blooming with the memories
soldiers in ancestral pass
mournful widows shadows cast
all the pointless staffs
stuck to greening earth
relentless forgiveness
to decompose our restlessness
why was this done
why are you gone
are you a better man now
and can the rest
of us rest in peace
above the grassy knoll

© agoodguy2have 2010-09-17

I walk the streets of memory
A town of empty ruins
The streets are paved with misery
On which my dreams are strewn
Darkness filled with imagery
A scene where players play
A stage where pain is symmetry
I long to turn the page
I hear the call of chivalry
The death of empty words
I feel I'm moved to rivalry
A duel of broken swords
I feel my soul in agony
I long to simply run
But chains I've forged through blasphemy.
They drag me from the sun.
So here I lay a memory
A cold and empty shell
The tears I've shed in misery
My story now they tell

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genius like a shine in a crazy diamond, to the other side of the lightened moon, heightened to staged silence. . . ephemera perhaps. . . recluse'd to a pivotal gaze within his cast bricks an mortar, grass grew entangled throughout perimetered wrought, of a flat once flourished of life an lyrical thought. . . .

So very sorry for your loss,
At least there was no pain.
These empty words seem meaningless,
When Death has won again.

You have our deepest sympathies,
You're in our thoughts and prayers.
These hollow sounds just echo,
Through the hall and down the stairs.

The numbness is a blessing,
It all seems so unreal.
Til all the words just fall away,
And empty's all you feel.

Late at night, when all is still,
The lonliness sets in.
The thoughts of words you didn't say,
The things that might have been.

Eventu'lly the pain will ebb,
The bitterness, the strife,
To think no more such thoughts of death,
To celebrate the life.

The ones you've loved are never gone,
They still live on in you,
Touching every part of life,
In all you say and do.

Goodbye my friend. It hurts to let you go.
But with the pain it is best I know.
Life will never be the same.
Your print is on me like a name.
Days will not be as bright
For you were my loving light.
I wish I could change and make it all right.
But instead I must say good bye and good night.

They say that time heals all wounds. But that cannot be.
Time does not seem to be healing the pain in me.
The hurt just seems to go on.
Day after day. I feel so all alone.
Since you have gone away.
Not a breath I take that you are not there.
If only in my thoughts.
If really there is a God. Why does he not care?
To leave one of us behind and take the other.
How can that be fair?
So I must go on. To face another day.
Waiting for this pain to slowly fade away.
I never dreamed of a future without you by my side.
Nor have I ever thought I would have to live a lie.
To smile and act as if today is just a day.
To make others feel that healing is on its way.
You asked me to take your hand.
To walk with you thru life.
To be your love, to be your wife.
You said to follow you. That you would lead the way.
We laughed and we played.
Thru life's ups and downs.
Now there is just me.
And your not around.
What am I to do.
I never really knew.
How much my life depended on loving you.

a hint of salted air penetrates my nostrils
closer that I become, the more it's presence grows stronger
fast appearing about me are pillows of sand
awakening memory, shouldn't be too much longer

facing a highest, final dune, blocking the horizon
my faint heart quick to beat, for I know what is in store
at last reaching the summit, my breath in sudden escape
as my eyes now behold...beauteous sea and it's shore

magically impelled, I find myself running
down, down, to the crashing waves, splashing their mist
knees turning to jelly, my mind is now racing
with my face and my spirit, to be first, sea kissed

I release myself to the swell of the ocean
float down to the bottom....oh please swallow me
for I wish to be one, with all the dead sailors
let my salty tears mix among they of the sea

Prince
I only want to see you laughing in the purple rain
Thank you for your music
Thank you for your spirit
Thank you for your respect
I bought your Purple Rain album back in 1984
When Doves Cry was my favorite song at the time
I am wearing a purple shirt to celebrate your life
I will be listening to your music every day
I am glad you made Minneapolis your home
I love many of your lyrics and Mountains says it best
It's only mountains and the sea
Love will conquer if you just believe

My thoughts have wandered forward now,
To a time we don't yet know,
A hundred years or more ahead,
To a place we all must go,
I'm wondering will we be remembered then,
By some distant relative there,
What image of us will appear in their minds,
When their lips form our name in a prayer ?
If per chance they visit our grave,
I hope the script is legibly clear,
And maybe they might call back again,
On our parting date each year,
It's hard to imagine when there's blood in our veins,
And our skin not faded to bone,
When our names are still living beings,
Not yet carved on a marble stone,
We can but hope that someone will come,
And maybe even bring some flowers,
To pay respects to their unknown relations,
As we nowadays do for ours,
As for me....neither praise or scorn me,
Just because I'm a long time dead,
My only request is for a simple prayer,
Then walk away quietly instead.

I am a fireman at local hall #39 when we recieved a 5 alarm call
for a terrible fire on the south side of town..
A 22 year veteran my crew and I scampered to our
hook and ladder as we had done hundred times before
and we raced to the fire with unflinching resolve..
We arrived to find the old appartment complex nearly
destroyed with only a small chance of making our way
to the second floor of the building where voices were
screaming admist black billowing smoke and we
set to the task of extending our ladder in a desparate
attempt to save those perishing souls..
Our steel ladder found its way threw the hot ash
and thick smoke to the second floor and we snatched
two victums as the walls of the building began
collasping and suddenly a woman emerged from
the smoke filled room clutching a small black
book and as I reached my hand toward her thrust
the small book into my hand and then vanished
back into the fire and smoke..
In the immensity of the flames and hellish heat
we had no choice but to retreat to ground level
watching with regret as the scorching fire took
its toll on the old building..
As the fire hoses pumped water furiously at the
remaining timbers I wiped the ash and smoke
from the lil black book that the woman thrust into
my hand before she perished..
I opended the book and read the the opening words
from the half scorched pages..
The words read:
Dear Paul,
This is the end.
I left you because all meaning
was lost to our lives..
You neclected our daughter and were rarely home
for us..
I set fire to this building and I knew you and
your local firehouse would come to the call..
You wouldn't recognise me after all these years..
I'm sorry.. I'd rather burn than live in the hell of the
the nothingness we had..
Your wife.