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Skybow

Cardinal Sacrifice

Father, I fell in your shadow,
your shaded brilliance overlaid
every compass point of my life.

I haven't your talents;
the gods do not love me.
Athena weaves no passion
to fill my shell-curved ear.

The palace of Minos
breeds not ingenuity but beauty
and obedience, as plentiful
as the phallic columns of white marble.
There I learned to bow low,
with a pleasing, humble countenance.

Something never required of you
--star-crowned of heaven--
casting your fate over kings
and kingdoms; careless
of royal pomp and pageantry,
drunkenly inhaling the gods' exhale.

The cunning gods tempted me to excess;
I was teased to Olympian heights, caught and
cauterized by the Cloud-Gatherer's thunderbolt,
when light-bearing Aether abandoned me.

Oh faithless feathers,
how glorious your flight!
Caressed by Aether's pure air
into weightless being...until
melted wax wings bleed pinions, and
weighted, they spiral the upper sky.

I paid the price for your fame and folly;
consecrated, sacrificed for safe passage
to the Trident of the ocean;
Earth Shaker, Storm Bringer~
rider of azure sea-foam horses...

I cried as I fell, “Father, please save me!”
But you could not hear, your anointed ears
both deaf and dumb to earthly concerns;
so distracted by divine emanations
that Poseidon swallowed me whole,
plunging me to my own fame.

The Sea and land to bear my name;
where you, deep-mouthed, screamed pain,
holding your child's broken body,
ancient oceans trapped in my eyes.
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Posted: Sep 2009
About this poem:
I was trying to see these events with his eyes, Icarus, the son of Daedalus. His father seemed supremely arrogant to me and strangely careless of his son. What is there was so much more to the story...

http://www.goingfaster.com/icarus/icaruslegend.html
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agoodguy2have

enmity with god

I heard today about an execution
of a man from other parts who
was deemed to be angry...hostile
towards almighty God. imagine!

there occasionally are those,
though I'm sure some wizened
leaders would find it abhorrent,
who might be deemed dissatisfied?

with the terms of the lease
on their life, let alone others,
yes...let alone others, who knew?
who might be angry at god...God!

seems hard to fathom, deep six it
why a person such as yourself, or me
could audaciously cry out "why have
you forsaken me"? God, "why have you"?

certainly enough to piss God off
royally!...I mean, "I created you
gave you a life, and suffering and all!
and this is how I'm repaid, rebuked!"

"all that you are is a part of me
all that you are is a part of me
this life and all it means to you
shall find God's enmity be paid"

© agoodguy2have 2010-12-31
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Posted: Dec 2010
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BobbyC1348

ALL DIE YOUNG

The Child within,
Never dies,
Tho' sometimes he hides,
Sometimes she cries,

We keep Dreams unfettered,
Till we depart this Earth,
Into a New Mothers' womb,
Unto a Glorious New Birth,

All Die Young,
Only to live again,
So piss on my grave,
We'll all meet again,
In the End.
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Posted: Jul 2018
About this poem:
King Solomon had everything a person could desire, including wisdom. He declared all to be, "...vanity, a grasping for the wind." So live your life in contentment and joy. Die in peace knowing all your labor in life, all your material possessions and wealth are worth less than piss on a paupers' grave.
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cafetwo2010

'Farewell Cafe'

Farewell Cafe under
seagull skys
With your umbrella
tables, and boardwalk
fries
Farewell to the girl
with sand in her toes
To beachballs and cokes
and sunburn nose
Farewell Cafe to your
neon lights flashing
electric colors on
boardwalk nights
Farewell Cafe to your
menu of love for mine
was taken..to angels
above~
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Posted: Oct 2011
About this poem:
Thought I'd throw in one with a twist..
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Jordan9687

Invisible

You ever walk among a crowd
But feel you don't exist
Looking around
There are couples everywhere
Wondering if someday
"Will that be me?"
Then realizing
No one even notices you exist
Some, Like us,
Exist only because
We are strong
Threw thick
Or thin
Pain
Or happiness
We know
This life
Is temporary.
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Posted: Feb 2014
About this poem:
depressed and have felt like i don't exist my whole life.
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Unknown

A Million Times

You never said I'm leaving.
you never said goodbye
You were gone before I knew it
and only God knew why

A million times we've needed you
A million times we've cried
If love alone could have saved you
You never would have died

In life we loved you dearly
In death we love you still
In our hearts you hold a place
No one else could ever fill

It broke our hearts to lose you
But you didn't go alone
Part of us went with you
The day God took you home
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Posted: Nov 2010
About this poem:
My son Jason aged 16 years died tragically and senselessly 6 weeks ago today, this is for you my love may you R I P till we meet again.
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Unknown

Emptiness

I cant begin to image the darkness that you felt,
And if I could have changed the deck,
I would have changed the card that you'd been dealt.
I stand here now in this stony place,
Carved letters Tar, the memory of your face.

And I know
you felt you weren't strong enough,
to say goodbye
and you weren't brave enough,
to tell us why,
So you went away
and left us with
You emptiness.

Now as the sun sets and darkness takes its place,
I wish that I'd of seen you hand, and looked beyond your face.
And you stand there now in your better place,
Tears traced along the letters on your grave.

And I know
you felt you weren't strong enough,
to say goodbye
and you weren't brave enough,
to tell us why,
So you went away
and left us with
You emptiness.


Your emptiness is killing me with memories,

Your emptiness its hard to breath, hard to believe,

In your emptiness
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Posted: Jul 2011
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Spinoza66

Forget me not's

Forget me not's grow there now
Reminders of a day
When sadness encroached
And emptiness was all there was

Placed in a small hole
That took a life time to dig
Cushioned in tissue paper
In a shoe box
Named
Prayed over
Silence

What words convey nothingness

Her womb aches
The memory of loss
Echoes
Between its hollow walls
Empty of promise and purpose

And him
Unable
Only an arm to console
Unsure
His thoughts a storm
Without direction
Yes pain
Buts who's pain
Her's he thinks
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Posted: Mar 2015
About this poem:
I hope it explains itself....
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optimisticme

Im

I wanted a room with a view
Im here and Im you

I came from before
Im here forevermore

I told you who you are
Im here never far

I know you cannot see
Im you and you are me

I know you dont know
Im here to help you grow

I know its a mystery
Im here to set you free!
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Posted: May 2022
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steve1223

Funeris

How sad to see this church so empty
What poor soul died so all alone
Just a solemn preacher mechanically droning
And a lonesome mourner right down the back

It would appear that he was there for shelter
Inside to hide from winter’s bitter bite
No place to go to call his home
He was oblivious to what was going on

Who was this person in the coffin laying
That no-one came to see him off
The preacher finished, through door he left
Curiosity tugged, I needed to find out

Slowly my way to the front I made
Approached the coffin that was ever so plain
Roughly made with no adornments
The cheapest of the cheap kind

Now I’m a man who is quite wealthy
So this is something I don’t understand
I always have the best of everything
So who would be to this person so mean

I looked inside and saw a man
One whose face was cold, hard and callous
What I saw to the core did shake me
I had looked on my face and it looked back at me

Was this the end I was destined for
That no-one would mourn my passing
Not even my family there to care
When undertaking my very last journey

Too late I saw mistakes I’d made
No chance for any changes
So many things alter I would
But now that cannot happen
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Posted: Mar 2013
About this poem:
Funeris is Latin for Funeral
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