Last Commented Loss / Death Poems (1,049)

Upon the canvas white, was given to us this night an offering
called A Starry Night.

His story yet untold his name would be van Gogh .

By a Lane Near Aries covered in Autumn Leaves.
Stood the Farmhouses among the trees.

A Peasant Woman stood in a Field of Wheat while Irises
Bloom about her Feet.

He by himself would never know just how far his fame would grow.

How great was the disaster of this colorful master.
He fought for his death as it could not have came faster.

So great was his strife that late one night he cut off his ear with a razor
knife .

They took him away and in a room he would stay to paint
Starry Night just before the break of daylight.

I'm sure he felt there was nothing left so he took a gun
shot himself.

Now while in his brothers arms he laid never again to
witness the day.

He's now found the peace that he couldn't before and left great works of
art that can't be ignored.

Now and again on a starry night you can look at the heavens and
still see his light.


By
retiredintheusa

dead deaf blind moles
stagnating in murky holes

shadows slinking in light's blinking
a sounded tear lost in wailing

memory never sets free
fate's capricious decree

never draw near light
shadows cannot live in lit up- bright

die if it suits you best
I am closed, laid out for eternal rest

Atunci cand sa trece ciudat si imi pierd iubirile mele, unul cate unul
Asa c*m am mers in jos pe drumul vietii cu draga durere a avut loc
Apoi apare vestitorul zorilor, nou-a gasit soare
Si cu ea este ridicat toate problemele mele si ultimele mele lacrimi
Gasi drumul lor spre pamant plangand - in cele din urma singuratate
Timp trecator pentru a da o tristete rula mult mai meritat
Tu mi-ai iubirea mea, impodobite cu un zambet, ras si pace
Mi se pare multumire nu in moarte, ci in prezenta ta
Viata ta animal a luat un concediu de mine stiu prea curand
Ma simt pasii mei devin atat de usor, deoarece exista un sens
In lume, sub lumina stelelor si stralucirea lunii,
Moartea, nu poate, in ciuda lovitura lui trist, desparti imbratisarea noastra
Am rezolvat, draga iubit pisica Lilly, sa nu fie niciodata in afara
Stralucesti, ca un copac vesnic verde, pentru totdeauna in inima mea.

When its passing strange and I lose my loves one by one
As I walk down on the road of life with grief held dear
Then appears the herald of the dawn, the new-found sun
And with it is lifted all my woes and my last tears
Find their way to the weeping ground - at last solitude
Fleeting time to sorrow gives a much deserved run
You my love, graced me with a smile, laughter and peace
I find contentment not in death but in your presence
Your animal life took leave of me I know all too soon
I feel my steps become so light since there is a sense
In the world, underneath starlight and glow of the moon,
Death, cannot despite his rueful blow, sever our embrace
We resolved, dear beloved cat Lilly, never to be apart
You shine, like an evergreen tree, forever in my heart.

create poem
I'm always up for that
what may I lie to?
what may I speak
in a no one she can not speak
so forever more I write
what may I speak to
life is not funny
life is obscene
to take anyone
that was what it meaned
go and kill your yard
go and take your flowers and their happiness
you die it for they only grieve so shortly
and if I say things harmful
you must know that it isn't meant so
I mean that so
I want you

Parting Thoughts
By Paula O'Sullivan


No unkept grave for me,
scatter my ashes among the trees,
set my soul and body free.

I may be gone,
gone out of sight,
but think of me,
on a starry moonlit night,

or think of me in an autumn breeze
I’ll be dancing with the coloured leaves.

Don’t feel low
for I’ll feel high,
look for me in the sunset sky.

Look for me,
when the wind bends the trees,
that’s when I’ll feel most free,
I’ll love those winds caressing me.

Look for me in all things glad and gay,
seek me out on a summers day.

Don’t feel sorrowful,
just be glad,
think of the good times that we had.

It’s part of the cycle,
that life will cease,
but think of the rest…
the sighful peace.

Listen for my voice in the robin’s song,
and remember darling, it won’t be long,

In life or death,
we’ll still be friends,

there’s always beginnings,
and there’s always an end,

in no time at all, we’ll be together again.

….But in the meantime,
life goes on,
get on with your life,
and try to be strong
life is for living,
I hope you live long.

Let go of the sorrow,
the sadness,
the pain…

and soon you’ll find love,
and laughter again.

What solace is there for us to be found
Who bewail the demise of one so dear
Like the epicentre of a quake that's shaken the ground
Can't believe she's gone who was once so near

So much joy in the home when we rose this morning
To the usual bustle of breakfast being prepared
As she hurried us along for day was dawning
She made sure that each of her boys was fed

And then with commands to each she gave
She grabbed her bag and was out the door
I remember so well that hurried wave
That left me believing she deserved so much more

She was working too hard and needed a break
And my failure to give it simply broke her heart
I had vowed that there were changes I was going to make
But promises hardly kept us from drifting apart

When the news of the car crash came to my door
All the pain and heartbreak bore me down
With a shattered heart I lay on the floor
And wept till my tears had soaked the ground

Such anguish and loss I can hardly explain
We were cast adrift on an ocean of grief
My son's each tried to deal with their pain
But for none was found any sign of relief

Now the years have gone yet time's stood still
For a family who has lost so much
My sons have grown and their steadfast will
Is evidence of their mother's gentle touch

And though we're doing fine in many ways
With all my heart I would love to do
Just for a moment to see her and touch her face
And tell her one last time "I LOVE YOU"

How do I describe such a man?

Bob, you were kind,
(And cared little for money).

Bob, you had a terrific sense of humor,
(But it was never nasty).

Bob, you saw the World as absurd,
(And insisted that I did too).

Bob, you loved horses,
(And knew that I did as well).
We both loved a bet on the races.

Bob, you loved a beer,
(And I often had one with you).

Bob, when I first met you,
You were the first local
To make me feel welcome.
(That was sixteen years ago).

Bob, you knew that I was a womaniser
(But you accepted me for who I am).

Bob, you loved woman
(But often you would hide it).

Bob, you told me of the dangers of drink,
(Yet admitted that it served a purpose).

Growing up in the 1930's
In Balmain*,
When it was a slum;
During the Great Depression.

Helping to unload trucks,
When you were twelve years old;
So that your ten siblings
Would have something to eat;-
You were already a Man.

You never got a proper education,
Though you were not bitter about it;-
(It takes a Great Man, to be like this).

Bob, you were my teacher;-
And you were my guide.
(And I learned much from you).

You were on my "wavelength"
And you were a selfless man.

You were truly unique;-
(And saw the great humor in monkeys).
You knew completely, that they are our relatives,-
(And that one branch were our lineal ancestors).

The World may not have seen you as much;-
Because you were old (And cared little for money).

You didn't care,
What anyone thought.

Your mind was sharp
To the "end".

You laughed at life,
All the way through;-
For eighty-seven years,
(You even cracked jokes, on your deathbed).

Bob, to the best mate,
I've ever had.

You were my mate,
And I'll miss you.**


© lovecanbereal
All rights reserved

you where here

You where here
Inbody
and soul
To hear you talk

To laugh once more
i know you you gone
I know you cant come back
Your with me always
In my soul
you still with me mother
In my soul

*
*******
as a river
moments of life, flows
**
dawns - days - nights - years - disappearing
**
life, and 1000, mytherious dimensions
**
but remember
*
no matter, what, we do
no matter, how, we struggle
no matter, how, we talk
*
no matter, how, we cry,
and no matter, how we smile
**
in the end : we all ,are, just, losers
**
what, we lose ?
**
(it is life - itself )
*
*******

You lost a bosom friend today and
Maybe she was mate from childhood.
Or maybe not, but surely
Many bits of life were shared, maybe compared.
But she has been called. And bravely answered.

I feel your pain today. Your sadness and your sorrow.
I wish I could relieve it, if not today, tomorrow.
For she's turned the full circle and now at rest,
Cradling her loving mother she recently lost.
Now found again, her love returned.

She's seeing you distressed, but cries for you
To see her happiness not sadness, for yes,
she left this sorrow of a world. And her pain.
But she's telling you, nothing really happens in vain.

Just pray for me, she's asking. And thank God
for all the time we spent together. Happy. Sad.
Sharing. Testing. Maybe even sometimes mad.
Goodbye dear friend, you left. I leave you.
but your memory lingers with me, with my every breath.