Last Commented Loss / Death Poems (1,049)

I Watch my life flash before my very eyes
i wonder if i will ever come out of this
hospital bed i lie to everyone stated
that it will be okay but me myself and i
knew that thorns will block our way
i hoped the seasons pass rather fast
so i don't feel thy pain and for some
odd reason i still believe my love will
call my name even though i know thorns
are in your heart blocking my love.

Breaking Camp

Hell's terain was smoother than the soil when breaking camp.
The cauldron of a thousand meals lies empty.
A tent once risen to hold a world of laughter
now collapsed, shreaded from the tines of pain,
flaps in winter winds, cripling fingers scrawling
good-bys in the bitter snow.
The warmth of campfire is lost to memory
too far to be reached.
One dweller triped on seduction,
stumbling into pipe dreams.
The young one, with the sweet and smiliing face,
with eyes that watched the deer and squirrel run,
has become the ash of dying embers.
No love to feel.
No feel to love.
The remaining one walks round the camp
as though it were like it was.
Stakes stab heart instead of ground.
The only smoke, from dying embers.
And the cauldron's still empty lying sideways
frozen in the ground.

DEATH IS A LONE RIDER
NOT PRIVY TO JUST STRANGERS

DEATH IS A LONE RIDER
READY TO TAKE YOU AS AN INSIDER

DEATH IS A LONE RIDER
WAITING FOR THAT SPECIAL MOMENT

DEATH IS A LONE RIDER
THAT HAS COME TO TAKE YOU FOR A RIDE

DEATH IS A LONE RIDER
YOU MUST GO ALONE

DEATH IS A LONE RIDER
AT THE END OF YOUR BEGAINING

AND YOU MUST GO ALONE………

Twenty days since the pall bearers passed
twenty days she wore the hat.
It sat on her head lie a mushroom on stem.
And all who glimpsed could readily see
the hat was smaller than ought to be.
The man in the market hollered "ship ahoy",
remembering the smile of the little boy
wo saluted him daily in the grocery store.

Like theatre curtain raised with a tragedy
below her eyelids raised in a sad hello
like ancient parchment ready to crumble in unversed hands
her face, once warmed by the laughter of a child
Now shivered in pain, loosing what expression of life that remained'.
The hat so engored with the glutton of pain,
so weighed her head that her eyes did rain.
on the arrival of fdusk on the twenty first day
that time that seduces the darkness to stay
her heart, loosing rhythm shed layers of hurt,
And her spirit gave way to the hungers of earth.

Why
One
single
three
letter
word
repeating
over
and
over
in my mind
Echoing
taunting
like loud
laughter in an
empty hall
Punishing
humiliating
destroying
Why
I can't shake it
loose
I can't hide
can't make it stop
make it go away
any more than
I can change
time
If only
I could
change time
Go back
Erase your
fingerprints
from my flesh
reminding me
again and
again
how I let you
touch me
How I touched
you
me
One
single
thoughtless
moment
of
weakness
If only
the pleasure
lasted
as
painfully long
as the
guilt
Shame
burns in me
where once
passion dwelt
burning
hungering
for your touch
a touch
any
you could have
been
anyone
The projector
of memory
paints a sordid
collage
of flashback images
Two bodies
entwinded
in an erotic
lover's dance
thrusting
pulling
needing
taking
wanting
more
more
But it's never enough
it's never
ever
enough.


SAS

MY SOULESS CORPSE FEELS LIKE IT'S ON FIRE.
AND IT ROTS AS IT LIES STINKING WITHIN THE EARTH.
IT IS RAINING BLOOD UPON THE GROUND WITHIN THIS CEMETARY
AND INSIDE THE DEEPEST CORE OF MY DEAD BEING, MY SOULESS DEMON IS NOW SPAT IN REBIRTH...

AHHH...
SPECTRES OF SORROW ARE FLYING SO FREE.
FROM AN ETERNITY, THAT... WILL... FOREVER... BLEED...
BLACK MEMORIES AND DESIRES CROSS OVER WITH ME TO THE OTHER SIDE.
AND WITHIN THIS DESPAIR, I SEE THOSE GLORIOUS OF DARKEST SITES...

I HAD DIED A HORRIBLE DEATH WITHIN AN ABYSS FOR MY ETERNAL HELL.
AND IT'S SHADOWS OF AN UNKNOWN EVIL, THROUGH ME WAS DEEPLY DREAMPTH.
WHEN THIS ANCIENT DARKNESS CREPT INSIDE MY LONELY, HOLLOW SHELL.
I WAS CHRISTENED THEN I WAS ORDAINED TO SERVE THE MAJESTY OF THE DAMNED...

AHHH...
SPECTRES OF SORROW ARE FLYING SO FREE.
FROM AN ETERNITY, THAT... WILL... FOREVER... BLEED...
BLACK MEMORIES AND DESIRES CROSSED OVER WITH ME TO THE OTHER SIDE.
AND WITHIN THIS DESPAIR, THE EVIL'S FULFILLED UPON THE DARKEST OF NIGHTS...

I WAS TWISTED BY THE VERY FEELINGS THAT CONFRONTED MY SOUL AS I LAYED BLEEDING.
AND THE DESOLATION HAD POSSESSED ME FROM SO DEEP WITHIN.
FOR, WITHIN THE DEVIL'S WAKE, I HAD BELIEVED I WAS ONLY DREAMING.
BUT, IN TRUTH, IT WAS MY DARK REALITY UNBURIED BENEATH MY SIN...

AHHH...
SPECTRES OF SORROW ARE FLYING SO FREE.
FROM AN ETERNITY, THAT... WILL... FOREVER... BLEED...
BLACK MEMORIES AND DESIRES CROSSED OVER WITH ME TO THE OTHER SIDE.
AND WITHIN THIS DESPAIR, I DWELL WITH THE LEGIONS FOR THE TIES THAT BIND...

(WITH THE LEGIONS OF THE EVIL BENIGN...)

laughing monosyllables/
echoes /

Poet, the whole city sky palely flaming
& spectral bombs
hitting that patch of river
I see from a park bench.

Sexton's psychotic breakdowns
& shattered taboos
pour forth from a pewter urn.

Barraging out of the dirt,
Plath spits out another verse.

Homicidal episodes of Henry Miller
echo through pages
long forgotten.

Like a root stemming from a
trunkless tree,
they all delve deep into themselves.

(pause)

The poet's are dead, the city dying.
Anne, Sylvia, Keats with his passionate lungs,
Berryman jumping from the bridge & waving,
all the dreamers dead, poet,
of their own dreams.

Why have I stayed on as Horatio?
Anne sends poems from the grave,
Sylvia, letters.
John Keats's ghostly cough
comes through the wall of my room.

What am I doing here?
Why contend?

(pause)

I am a corpse who moves the pen that writes.
I am a vessel for a voice that echoes.
I write a novel & annihilate whole forests.
I rearrange the cosmos by an inch.

I must go, poet,
do write soon.

SAS

Men of iron
Men of steel
Sail upoun open seas
Square sails

Vikings be
Sail upoun open seas
To distant lands
Vikings be

Raiders upoun open seas
To coquor and raid
To viravile land
To raid to rape mortals of land

To viravile to conquer to travel
To distant land
Vikings drell
To fight to death
To conqaur rape beware the viking

For they come to take

These life experiences would've been enough for separating us
You didn't leave myself to me
You thought mistakes would never end

Oh my, how efficient is her excuse
Curtain of love fell
Applauses are the final words of lovers to those who leave

Her heart is not touching
It's not readable

There is no one who's irreplaceable
There are many of those whose names are forgotten, forgotten, forgotten

You're like a pain...
Why were you a cinder on the skin...
Love flames...
Have they burnt without a heart?
Go, make it (our relationship) end..
This is the last curtain..
My final word to you is these applauses

They fell apart from dreams...
and locked in the darkness...
They've blinked to the hopes
and ignored the love!

Can you believe
your death gave birth
to me?

Live or die,
you said insistently.
you chose the second
& the first chose me.

I mourn you.

Is love the sugarcoated
poison that gets us in the
end?

We spoke of men
as often as poems,
We tried to legislate away
the need for love,
the back-seat sex
& earth caressing you.

Why did you do it in
your Mother's bed?
(I know, but also know
I had to ask.)

Our mother's get us
hooked, then leave us
cold, all full-grown
orphans hungering
for love.

You loved a man
who spoke "like greeting
cards."

"He pleasures me
well, but I can't talk
to him.

Poet, we share that awful need
to talk in bed. Love wasn't love
if we could only speak
in tongues.

& the intensity of unloved
increased until the motor,
the running motor could
no longer power the driver,

& you, poet, with miles
to go, would rather sleep.

Between the suicide pills
& giggly vodkas in algonquin..
Between your round granny glasses
& your eyes blue as glaciers..
Between your stark mother-hunger
& your courage you knew...
you knew there was only
one poem, we all were writing.

No Competition..
the poem belongs to
everyone & God.
I jumped out of your
suicide car & into his arms.

Your death was mine,
I ate it & spit it out.

Now, I sit by the lake
writing to you.
I love a man who makes
my fingers ache.

His beard is distinguishing gray,
his eyes blue as the deepest ocean
& the amazing plum of his tongue
sweetens my brain.

He is like nobody since
I love him-
He manhood sinks
deep within my heart

I write to you off
somewhere in the clouds..
I tap the table like a spiritualist.

Sex is a part of death;
that much I know,
your voice was earth,
your eyes glacier blue,
your slender torso
& long American legs
drape across the huge
Midwestern sky.

I want to tell you
"Wait, don't do it yet,
Love is the poison,
Ann, but love eats death."

SAS