Random Loss / Death Poems (1,049)

I wish there was no heaven.And I wish ther was no hell.So I could just end my life and siese to exist.I'm tired of the world and the people on it.For no one cares,but for them selves.I love animals more.But mostly cats,because you have to work for their love.People don't care one way or the other.You say just one thing wrong and they'll turn backs on you.Do something wrong,and your out for good.I know cats,you have to work for their love.And people are,in away like that too.But we're all only human,people seem to forget.For we are all misunderstood,by each other.

Do you remember the day,
When we first met and said hello!
It was 31 Dec at 11.59pm exactly,
Before that we were strangers in the street.

What a day to remember you always,
The one and only love of my life,
Call it fate but I say it differently,
Once in a lifetime miracle for me.

I'm not so much into your past,
It's the future with you I'm thinking about,
To be by your side in sickness and health,
And share in your sorrow and joy.

Do you remember our first kiss?
Another unforgettable time of the year,
A day of celebration throughout the universe,
The day our Lord Jesus was born.

Do you remember our happiest day?
The day we became one as husband and wife,
On the day of the risen Christ,
Easter Sunday our anniversary.

Do you still remember me when you're gone?
In the night of the holy Good Friday,
You slept peacefully into the gate of heaven,
And left me here waiting until we meet again!

Dirt roads, separated paths.
Two different worlds, torn to shreds.
Nowhere to run, nowhere left to hide.
Complete darkness, still blind.
She bled for forgiveness, upon her own life.
This girl, momentarily calm, young and insecure,
fighting back her precious tears.
Her heart, broken in two.
Only fear crept over her, unbraveful, unable to move.
Time stood still, moments passed.
No looking forward, just forcing herself back.
Hope slowly fades, her eyes, they become dim.
Trying to find herself, the fog oversees the wind.
Enough is enough, she grieves.
Sick of disappointments, but she still believes.
Rain pours down, she shivers.
Glancing up at the moonlight sky,
cries of horror fill her beautiful blue eyes.
Not knowing which way to go, she runs, frightened.
Covered in bruises, him to blame.
Burning still, as do the flames.
He left her life uneasy, unable for it to brighten.
She no longer feels what she thought was real.
Broken, can't seem to heal.
Face becomes pale, ghostly-like.
As if she appears dead in the mist, stabbed by a knife.
Fog overwhelms her, dissatisfied.
Still has nowhere to run, nowhere left to hide.
Becoming very distant, she screams out, goodbye.
Running faster, miles and miles ahead.
This time, hoping to find what is right.
This girl is nothing, a shadow.
Stepping back, dreams overcome her.
Tears pouring down, rain soaking through.
Still a blur.
Disappearing, she faces the facts.
No-one is there, no more breaths of fresh air.
Something attacks.
Realizing she's half-way gone, she leaves everything behind.
She can't keep up, she's stuck back in time.
Begging for forgiveness, once more.
She can't help but feel her insides turn,
a new life about to be born.

This I would ask you in response, my dear old friend,
Do you sincerely think it rather matters if it's Life or Death?
We know, Life’s transient, no use to trust it much,
In Life’s embrace beware and never loose your touch.
Life, when it’s dancing, see how well it twists and bends,
Don’t put your fortune on its stake, my dear friend.
Though looking sinister to us Death makes amends,
Death may send jimjams up your spine, but it is not that bad.
In times when Life in sheer spite mistreats and shatters our lives
We summon Death to ease our pain, to come and bring us blissful rest,
This I would add as my comment to option if it's Life or Death.

Honesty and integrity are the ideal of what we should be, truthfulness and clarity are what we should see, are we a minus or a plus, we won't make a fuss, I think that minus may win the game, I don't know, are we all the same?

Dishes Piled in the sink
Pausing,
I stop and think
Of the times we laughed
and played our games.
To think, now
Those memories
only bring pain
Of the time you left me
On that Cold, October day
There you swept
my heart away.
I try to forget
and focus on dishes
But then my mind wanders
to you and your wishes.
A wish for more time,
A wish for no pain.
Thinking of this
Tears fall now as rain.
God,
How I wish I could have you back
I think of this
as the dishes just stack.
I know you're not suffering
and you're in no more pain
I'm longing for the day
I can hold you again!
I decide to go
and lie in my room.
The dishes can wait.
I'm thinking of you

~Stefani Lynne Penglase~

I love you, Watch over us!

Here, On the other side of the page
where lost days go,
where lost poems go,
where forgotten dreams
are breaking up like morning fog.

Go.....
Go.....
Go.....

I am preparing myself for death.

I am teaching myself emptiness;
the gambler's hunger for love,
the nun's hunger for God,
the child's hunger for chocolate
in the hours of darkness.

I am teaching myself love;
the lean love of marble kissed away by rain,
the cold kisses of snow crystals on granite grave markers,
the soul kisses of snow as it melts in the spring.

Here, on the other side of the page
I lie making a snow angel with the arcs of my arms.
I lie like a fallen skier who never wants to get up.
I lie with my poles, my pens flung around me too far
in the snow to reach.

The snow seeps into the hollow of my bones
& the calcium white of the page deposits me
in like a fossil.

I am fixed in my longing for speech,
I am buried in the snowbank of my poems,
I am here, where you find me........

Dead-

SAS

January 11, 1986 was the day I met you
We talked and laughed and shared our view
Of who we were and where we've been
And we spoke of how life could be good again

On January 26, 1986 you borrowed mom's car and off you went
To Stafford Springs as though you were sent
You called me up and asked me out
For coffee and just to ride about

Thats when our journey in life began
8 children one woman one man
There were good times and there were bad
Times of great laughter and times so sad

On June 10, 1995 we vowed to death do us part
And it was meant from the base of our heart
on Saturday morning June 3, 2010
Was the chosen day for your life to end

Your suffering is over your pain is past
You rest in peace at last at last
Someday I'll join you like in our plan
Then we'll be together forever AMEN

So here I am once again. The only parent to share. Share that pain of knowing that things aren't going to be ok. Your daughter needs you.Where are you? Her world is falling apart at midnight.Her whole life lies there on that bed. Dying. Her soft feet dying. Where the hell is he? She id dying and her friend is 13. I don't want to do this alone. I am tired of being the one to hold them and lie and say that things are ok. They aren't ok! She is theirs. But she is mine. My best friend. Dying. If he would be a man and give us what he is suppose too this wouln't be happening. She is in pain and I can't fix it. My daughter wants too, but how? The others sleep. They are dreaming of good things. He is there with that other woman. Having the time of his life. She must be perfect. To leave us like this. He is happy and in paradise. While we sit and hold her and try to remember that she too has a maker and that HE is good and won't let her suffer needlessly.my daughter and I look at 15 years dying and alone we weep.

someone striving.. an striving, ur at bottomless end, u see the rope, but its dry rotten, u climb an climb, trying to break
free, but all else fails, the ground people walk on, breaks ur knees.. u sit an strive to figure out a new way, when at
last u just want a life...ur a starved wolf who preys every day, but all he gives, is a chain to live on, a piece of meat
10 feet away