Most Commented Loss / Death Poems (1,049)

Sleep?

Another sleepless night
spent ruffling sheets
& a poet's mind.

Eyes swollen
like sponges,
head pounding
from another night
of sleep's betrayal.

Do emotions fill every
poet's mind when the
sun sets?

Do thoughts scream
in every poet's head
when all is silent
after dark?

Do poet's fear sleep
because they fear never
picking up the pen again,
or is it just me?

Perhaps it is that burning
within a poet's gut,
like hot coal,
like a poem being born?

Perhaps it is that pounding
that throbs within a poet's
groin, or the courage to love
like a wound that never
heals.

So many emotions
scattered around like
stars in the sky,

None with enough light
to be alone in this world.
Ahh yes, emotions, stars & poets
would wither in the darkness if alone.

How does a poet sleep,
& dream just one night
before the sun shows itself for
another day?


~SAS~

You're Not With Me

Today I took a walk along the
paths we used to take
Tonight loving thoughts of you
will keep me wide awake

I go into our silent room
thinking you'll be there
The bed is made, the room is dark
my sadness I can't bear

Why did God take you away
to leave me all alone
Loving you and missing you
chills me to the bone

Author: Orvin Igou II

I'm so tired but I can't sleep
I'm so hungry but I won't eat
I wish this pain would go away
I'm so strong but I'm feeling weak
I want to say a lot but I can't speak
I wish this pain would go away
I want to be there but I'm over here
I want to cure him but I can't and it's not fair
I wish this pain would go away
I see everyone in tears and I can't help
This is the worst feeling I have ever felt
I wish this pain would go away
I love him more than words can say
Never thought it would happen this way
I wish all this pain would go away

The blue waters – Sky – stand still.
On the horizon has anchored,
Moon’s pale coloured barque.
At the shore have landed,
All the sailors – every star.
The breath of leaves is choked,
The wind has fallen into a lull,
The gong demanding silence reverberates.
Then, stillness absorbed all the voices.
From the breast of dawn’s nymph,
Fell the veil of darkness.
Instead,
Dark shadows of despair and loneliness
Have covered her whole being.
Yet, she is not aware of it.
No one is any longer aware, that at dusk,
When he left the town,
In which direction he proceeded;
There was no path, nor any goal.
No traveller, now,
Feels up to the journey.
This is a broken link of duration,
From the chain called as Day & Night –
This is the moment to lament Time’s death.
On such occasion, quite subconsciously,
After removing the cloak of myself,
I too, sometimes, look at –
Those spots of rebuke,
And these blooms of affection.
Lines etched by running tears,
Stains left by the bleeding heart.
This rip scratched by the enemy’s claw,
This image impressed by a friend’s hand.
These jewels bestowed by tender lips,
These slashes gored by some evil tongue.
Still, this cloak,
My covering for day and night,
This torn mantle,
Is what I despise; yet, love.
At times frenzy demands:
“Rip it off, throw it away.”
And sometimes love whispers:
“Cherish it; hold it close to your heart.”

We lost
A sudden lost
We cry
What and why

Another

Who becomes
the tale

SPIRITS ON THE WIND


I wake to a morning full of the air of yesterday,
Not content in the job I have to do
Reclaiming the temporary habitats of man
Participating in the chit chat
Conforming in a world of fate and destiny
one works and works and dreams and dreams
And in doing so ends up at that fateful day
when death takes it all away
Nothing left for posterity but warmless bones
And an inscription that reads "Here lies ..."
Erected by those he left behind on a piece of rock, insignificant
On a planet made of that durable stone
And if left alone it's message reads into eternity
With a ghost chasing spirits on the wind.

Author John O'B

We arrived at last deep in the night
your dark grim facade faced us
seeming so hostile very unwelcoming

I shuddered as we went inside
it was dark and dank and so icy
hideous shapes under the covers

dim light flickering and fading
some squeals and rustles
pat of feet red eyes peeking

my trembling got worse
as deeper in we went
thick dust lay every where

the wizen old lady
gave a hideous cackle
as if she was full of evil

she lead us upstairs
a vast chamber we entered
tiny fire flickering in the grate

this was to be home?
icy fingers down my spine
hair starting to stand on end

shadows moving every where
short and long reaching out
clutching, grasping at me

I see the dagger striking
the pain is so immense
blood spouting out

I am mortally wounded
other murdered souls join me
in this house of deadly horrors

If i should die
will you mourn for me?
If i should act death
will you be sympathetic?

In the realm of eternal sleep
pain is removed,
tears to vapor,
and the body to clay.

Deep darkness has no sound,
no movement,
no remorse,
and light is swallowed whole.
Should I care?

I walk amongst the twilight shadows
I want to cry, but I cannot
I want to howl and let my emotions loose
But they are tightly encapsulated within me

How do you say goodbye to your father
When he does not acknowledge death
When he believes that he will live
But sadly he will not

I turn back to walk into the hospital
The long corridor and up the stairs
To the room where nurses are buzzing around
The final farewell and the long vigil

It was but a moment
It had to be...
I saw you and you saw me... I tried to speak
No words came,
Then you were gone
But yet etched on my brain.

Don't know what it was all about,
The fight, the quarrel,
I think I heard the shout...
But didn't even turn around
As I let you walk out.

I felt you leave, rather than see
And when the cold started seeping through
Me
I snuggled more into my coat of pride
Bitter words and turmoil inside

Then a bell from far away
Brought me
Back to today
I let it ring ding a ling
Didn't care for anything.

Later that night
Flashing lights, like a magnet drew me from bed
And with words that sounded cold
They said to me You're dead.

I couldn't scream...
I couldn't speak
The coat of pride that felt like fleece
Now feels like a threadbare sheet.

It is now four years since that night
But now it's time to say goodbye...
Step away from the past, face the future
With victory's torch burning bright I say to you
my love...
Goodbye.