Most Commented Loss / Death Poems (1,049)

Alas! from times remembered hills
cold blows the air, the heart it kills.
Flown happy days, where once thou went
amid the sisterhood of love's content;
now, love-caressing, soft whispered sighs,
touching kiss, those sleepy too tired eyes,
tear washed by vast oceans spent
with murmuring voice, love's echo eloquent
speak of thy most beauteous things,
as a haunting lilt on plaintive stings,
reflecting sorrow like grey ashen flowers
through aching pain's sad empty hours.
Yet through opaque tears, beauties lore
recall, love that we had known before,
Lord overseer, master of the deep dark night,
shall torch a star of finest light,
bursting forth as a flower from a bud,
serving warm the sorrowed flowing blood,
ever stay regardless of clouded moons,
to brighter burn than summer's noons,
spill music o'er our once known shore,
to serenade its sweetness all the more;
thereby ease pain from which we strive,
keeping all that's ours awake, alive,
shall see through tears, shinning without stain,
till by grace, sisterhood chance meet again
in evening chapel, coloured vespers store,
church quiet love, measureless by its door,
wherein, memorized breezes charm compel
us listen to the music of its spell,
where all anguished cadence dies away
and restful peace finds its long awaited day.

"WAIT" ... not yet
give me a moment with him.

God give me strength to walk by myself.

If i fall...lift me from my knees
give me a moment if you please
for the last time...to be at his side.

Give me a moment
upon his face to gaze
to reminis those lips i kissed
to press my hand upon his heart
as if by magic i could change this depart.

Give me a moment to kiss
lips, cheeks, hands again lips
i linger now
to let go ... how?

For it took but a moment to love him
but it will take a forever moment
to forget .. always regret.

Moments...moments later
i cannot say it...so i bow my head
close the lid.

January 15, 2013 - Dedicated To My Mother, Gayle

I sift through memories once forgotten,
as echoes of “then” fill my mind tonight.
Memories which span our lives together,
flash between those spaces, blindingly bright!

I imagine a sponge absorbs the sickness,
and gathers from you each affected cell.
A sponge to collect every ounce of pain,
laminating you in this living hell.

Sorrow has a name we dare not mention.
A word known by far too many these days.
A word that claims the lives of our loved ones,
after leaving them altered in tragic ways.

Those memories reveal the distant laughter,
which long ago filled me with joy and hope.
I witness you now, mom, struggling to breathe,
to stand, to walk, to find strength and cope.

In spite of it all, you endure with grace,
and I admire your courage with pride.
Some days we don’t have to ask how your are,
your eyes tell the story you can not hide.

There are so many things we’ve finally shared.
Forgiveness has opened love’s blessed door.
The past gets to keep what does not serve us,
so we can say: I couldn’t love you more.

Funny how vivid those memories are.
The ones where you held me, and all was right.
One day they’ll be all I have left of you...
As always, I place you in God’s hands tonight.

From all the tides of time
he was
always mine

yet a crimpest face I knew
To walk within the field

Ragged for if I fell

If it was him
I surely
would

yet no darkest would be grim

As my feet shall follow

my heart wanders to you
upon the broken glass
pouring tears

reaching quietly on the hollow

I have always loved you

let no doubt trip you on the stream

yet allow my love for you

knit you in my seam

for gathered skirts
and diamond laces

I can only weep
within the guns

of fields
Of lonely places

As night descends, casting darkness
all is silent and so very still
waiting, listening, and breathless

Into the dark of nights coldness
do you feel it, that stone cold chill
as night descends, casting darkness

The cold seeping chilling denseness
it seems to invade , to instill
waiting, listening, and breathless

Something stirring in the blackness
the noises now loud and so shrill
as night descends, casting darkness

Death shows his face full of graveness
in the dark stands waiting to kill
waiting, listening and breathless

Now life seeps away, its painless
just a gasp then it flees noiseless
as night descends, casting darkness
waiting, listening and breathless

This Christmas, I'll not put up the tree.
I'll not put up the outdoor lights
Put up those
Big bright red bows.

Maybe I'll get out my summer clothes,
Take a trip where
The snow and cold won't find me..
Lie beneath a tall palm tree
Where I can't see,
A single brightly lit Christmas tree..

It'd be just fine with me.

Or think about,how we loved this Season so.
We'd put on those silly Santa hats and bows
Wear them into town,
Make everybody laugh and smile.Hey,
weren't we the happy clowns?
Wish everyone A Merry Christmas,
Everywhere we'd go
And slip on the ice laughing
When we'd both fall in the snow.
Just one short year ago?
Just wish I could
Relive those days again..
But sadly,
Christmas just won't be Christmas,
this year,
Without you.

There was a time when I entered these Elysium fields,
Of the poetic,
Yes I strutted and fretted on the poetic stage,
And met in this crazy nether world, like minded people,
Who were happy to challenge and create,
Or simply amuse.
Jim was one.
We never got really close but it wasn't difficult,
To see he was a gentleman,
A live wire with an amazing repertoire.
I'm deeply saddened to hear of his passing.
It's like all larger than life people,
You think they will last forever.
Yes, we have to be philosophic,
Or fatalistic,
Or a believer in faith,
And certainly Café, our much beloved Café,
Strutted his hour upon the stage,
And now will be heard no more.
But those still here,
Will remember and ponder,
With thoughts indelibly printed,
Of the man with the cocky baseball cap,
And the backwoodsman's sense of humour,
You've found peace now,
Life's fitful fever has run its course,
And now you can truly join,
A poetic universe.

I touch the frosty glass,
And for a brief moment
In the night
The shadow suddenly grows
Closer.
My imagination ? Maybe...

I know you found peace
On distant shores.
How is it to live
There?
How is it to breathe ?
My fear? maybe ...

I know our life is a gift
Of downs, ups,
Rules of the game,
But at the frosty side
Of the glass
You wait
I feel
And I will come
To you one day
Or night.
I never have enough
Of sadness, love
And voices in the mist

You trapped and scared a buck by slapping your oar on the water
You fell out of a tree while using a monkey vine that couldn't support your weight
You took 3 hours to cut out a log I backed over while we got wood for heat
I dented your truck(sold to someone who still uses it here in town) before fishing
You gave me your left over steak you got at Friedman's
You gave me my first car, a 79 Chevette
You hunted ginseng and morel hunted
You fished for catfish with trotlines
You cut down trees and didn't get hit by them
You drove semis at a pig slaughterhouse that is now an open field in Dubuque
You raised four children and had grandchildren living with you from time to time
You helped me get aluminum cans where I made 400 bucks one summer
You are missed

The rains came
As so often they do
Filled with heavy monotony
Landing where your footsteps
Had gently crushed the grass

You are no longer with us
But the paths you trod
On your life’s journey
Still remain
Always reminding us
That once you was here

Our emotions lie
As crushed as the grass
But that will find re-growth
And eventually
Cover the history
That you left behind

We have done our weeping
It did not fall
Like the monotony of the rain
It was as gentle as you
All you had to give was love
And it came in abundance

In all of our minds
Now your memory fades
As if blown like dust
In a howling wind
To settle elsewhere

And the rains came again
Once more in that monotony
Of abundance

Yet your photo
Which could not
Be dimmed
Will remain
To us
Perfectly clear