Most Commented Loss / Death Poems (1,049)

Eye of time changed the forest, the perch
my owl sister, so eternal your search
so mournful your yearn
return

A yellow eye awaken
memory of the moments forsaken?
in your echo a solitary tear
disappear

Lonely calls hauntingly
for the Soul you couldn’t grasp, slipped away, untimely.

Screech my soul her eye closed from the daylight,
dare it scorch the Shadow she holds so dear.

why would any fall into line?
why do so many lash out in desperation?
how could one whose wounds are so sore...wish to inflict a soreness?
are they justified, that because they hurt, that they may hurt others?
never got that...never understood that
one would think just the opposite...actually
but then, one would have to have thought...
...wouldn't they?
keep thinking!

In cemetery of love we are not alone,
There are many of us who have passed days in love,
And just like the moths, attracted to fire,
Naive, we died, scorched by desire.

It's quiet like in Eden, no nightingale is heard,
We've since been long forgotten, forgotten you and I.

You can call or not from night until dawn,
You can waken me up from night until dawn,
You can beg or not from night until dawn,
The moths were burned, the nightingales stopped!

It's quiet like in Eden, no nightingale is heard,
We've since been long forgotten, forgotten you and I.
... No sound is heard of nightingale in cemetery of love ...

Three years ago I lost both of you and I was lost;
bereft of love, bereft of life, bereft of reason for living.
The road has been hard and my feet dragged at every step.
My husband, my son if only I could have gone too,
so many times I wanted to join both of you.
I was made an orphan in one foul swoop.
I had forsaken God, but boy did I curse at him
the names I called him you could not print.
But now the anniversary looms as they all do
and I am well and still loving both of you.

I miss you my son, we were such good mates
and what fun we had on my trips to Thailand.
Lumpini Park where you taught me to count
and the British Club where you still got a ton
just like back home when you were young.
I'll never know why you were chosen to depart
but I know you'll always be in my heart.

My dearest husband you were the sweetest of all
and our years together will always be in my memory.
We were meant to meet, you brought me such joy
and made me feel so wanted, my beautiful toyboy.
22 years of wedded bliss it was hard to say goodbye
then came the news, our son had suddenly died.
Four days later you left me to be by his side.

My grief was overwhelming I didn't want to stay
I became a recluse, I locked myself away.
For 2 years I angered and cried and cried
I could see no sense as hard as I tried.
I was in darkness my tunnel had no light;
then I saw a glimmer, I had left no fight.
By gentle persuasion back to life I was lead
he'd been there, he knew what had to be said.
So here I am, a new chapter I am about to start
I just wanted you to know you're still in my heart.

--After--

I need you
to force me to do things
I don't want to do.
Because I can't bear it
when you touch me with gentle hands.
I need more,
because I can't stand
the idea that maybe
I'm really in love.
Hate me and
break me,
again, again
because I don't want this
to be slow or sweet
because I don't want to be thinking about you
after you leave me.

PRAYER TO THE GRAVE
STEPHEN DUNNE

ON THE SURFACE OF THE HEART,
THIS INSANITY DRONES,
AND HOW CAN I FEEL,
WHEN I ALL I FEEL IS ALONE.

THIS KISS OF DEATH,
IS THE HARDEST ONE TO RECIEVE,
AND IN ALL MY PRAYERS
FOR YOUR SOUL I NOW GRIEVE.

SEEING YOU LIE THERE NOW,
I JUST CAN’T UNDERSTAND,
AS I REACH OUT TO TOUCH YOU,
ALL I FEEL IS YOUR COLD HAND

AND I CAN HIDE THE TRUTH
BEHIND THE COMFORT OF MY EYES,
AND I’LL KEEP ON SMILING
THROUGH THIS FAMILIAR DISGUISE.

SHE USED TO SAVE ME,
WHEN I NEEDED SAVING THE MOST,
NOW I’M LEFT WITH MEMORIES
AND BEING SAVED BY A GHOST.

AND WHEN NIGHTTIME COMES WITH ITS FEARS,
I CAN HIDE HERE IN its TEARS,
IN IT’S SHADOW OF REALITY,
I BECOME PART OF ITS INSANITY

AND WHEN I WALK,
EVERY SIDEWALK AND EVERY STREET,
YOUR MEMORY STILL BURNS,
BURNS UP AROUND MY FEET

AND DO YOU KNOW YOU MADE ME CRY,
AND DO YOU KNOW YOU MADE ME WEEP,
I WILL BE WIDE AWAKE TONIGHT,
TONIGHT WHEN I SLEEP.

I CANT UNCHAIN THE FEELINGS,
OF THE HAPPINESS YOU’VE DONE,
I’M LOST IN TWO WORLDS,
FALLING APART IN ONE




AND I’VE NEVER SEEN ANGELS,
AND I DONT BELIVE IN GHOSTS,
THE ONLY THING KEEPING ME HANGING ON,
IS YOUR SWEET MEMORY OF NOTES.

SO WHEN I CLOSE MY EYES,
PLEASE HOLD ME TIGHT,
SEE THIS SOUL SAFFELY,
SAFELY THROUGH THE NIGHT

NOW I LIE HERE MOTIONLESS,
CONFUSED AND LOST,
YOU WERE WORTH MORE TO ME,
MORE THAN ANY COST

I WANT TO TAKE YOU HOME,
BUT I’M NOT SURE WHERE IT IS,
A FRAGMENT OF REMEMBERENCE,
ALTHOUGH IT WAS JUST A KISS,

I’LL CARRY THESE THINGS LONG,
MY MEMORIES OF YOU,
BUT HOW CAN I LIVE,
KNOWING THAT YOU DONT LIVE TOO.

Chained and shackled as if one was a wild beast
The young lady stood in her barefeet
Looking up at the man who sentence her and chose her fate.
Like the sand blowing in a dust storm.
Like an angry sea rushing to the shore.
She had stood here one time before.
Broke free to run some more.
Eyes cast down but not from shame.
Tears flowing but not from fear.
She had no one to blame.
She did what had to be done.
Angry words that were thrown about
She tried to leave but there was no way out.
She searched in vain.
Reached a point of physical pain.
Decided to put an end to this.
Aimed her gun and did not miss.
She refused to explain to the man up high.
He would have to decide on his own.
If her reasons set her free.
Or if she to was doomed to die.

‘Marie Therese’


Memories linger of this time and place.
When distraught, lost to reality
My daughter I knew, no time,
Never to kiss.

All alone, in this desert, her and I
Devoid of life,
So tiny to my eye.
Resting peacefully cupped in hand,
Eye’s closed, with little smile
On her journey to another land.

Helpless father, emotions shattered,
My only daughter, now my little angel,
Not much time to nurse you,
When nothing else mattered.

This little white box resting on my lap,
A tiny rose for comfort,
Her smiling face, just taking a nap.

My tears, like raindrops from a pending shower,
Do stroll and meander,
Fall and rest on my own little flower.

By this tiny grave, with prayer, in sombre mood,
What would have been I thought,
Lost love and hope, so misunderstood.

News of births since, toy with memory,
But always with my spirit I hear you sing,
Amidst the angels,
Watching over your brothers….Kiefer and Cory.


Paul Gallagher

I have always thought of a person being jaded.
As one who has had a bad relationship.
Not as one who has loved with the passion of an echo that could not be silenced.
I thought of the man who sat waiting endless for his lady to come home.
To wake to morning light alone. (jaded?)
Of a woman beat and crying. Thinking of a love that was past dyeing (jaded?)
Not the woman or man who had loved and been loved like a birth of a storm.
How could they be jaded?
The mirror shows the answers I seek.
Is jaded a feeling one will keep?
Jaded.
The heart breaking in a million pieces.
Tears that flow at the thought of you.
Not being able to let go.
Not wanting to.
Not an unanswered love.
A love of passion that was built to last a life time.
It seems like not yours, but mine.
Jaded.
Sometimes I want to erase every reminder of you.
But that means I would have to erase me too.
We were so entwined with our love.
My heart is broken and I am wondering what was I thinking of.
So in the mirror it speaks to me.
I am not free. Jaded.

to look at an image of past years
and to grieve
to see the smiling faces intently
and to grieve
oh, the selfish humanity of it all
to grieve
what a sad thing memory is, to know
and to grieve
the time will come, we know not when
grief is gone
and what remained is gone too...
grieve again

© agoodguy2have 2010-08-22