Last Commented Loss / Death Poems (1,049)

Kelly's song. I've been writing it for thirty-nine years long. I thought I had it all put together. Then came more stormy weather. Kelly's song survived the furious fight of day and night.

She and I will never say goodbye. With Kelly's song I have a tune to hum all day long. With that I can never go wrong. Listen to her song and you can sing and sway along.

"Kelly is a Whisper of an angel, a Kiss from all the Saints and brings Blessed Mother Mary to feel faint."

No child as loving there is not. Sister's intertwined by a Divine Love Knot. Kelly's song is played by church bells through out the land. So all will never forget. Music fills the air while humming Kelly's song plays all day long. Dove's dance and brush by singing their own version of the song.

Her blonde curls flow above the air. Her precious, baby face flashes everywhere. Her song is not only for me. It's a prayer for my aching parents will one day join in. And we can be a happy
family once again. Kelly's song is for her to hear up above. She is Missed and Loved.

When somebody you love dies,it just makes you feel so alone inside. Like there is this weight pushing you down and even though you have to keep moving it's not the same.As you begin to come to terms with it,you see that it is not about you or how you feel,that the real value of the loss is all about them and what you could have shared had they not departed. That part sucks even worse. The biggest thing about really healing is just remembering them,remembering the love that they gave you and trying to honor that. That's the part that reminds us we are not alone in this world and can lift up a bit of that weight .........................much love..... elo

Sometimes I forget the hours, all the years between us
I forget the lost days that have all passed us by
I have no memory of no longer chances and empty spaces
For a while is forgotten the passing of our time.
Sometimes I forget, and you are here beside me
I turn to tell you of all my hopes and fears
There is confusion, for a moment, then comes floods of memory
and I am engulfed by an avalanche of grief and tears

Twinkle twinkle in the sky
So many flowers
Floating high up in the sky
I see all the colours of the rainbows
As they gently float on by
These beautiful flowers in the sky
Make me wanna cry
Tons and tons of flowers
If only I could fly
I would Lay flowers in your arms
For you will always be my flower in the sky

I awake with demons inside my head whispering of how I'd be better off dead. They stir feelings hidden for many years. Once again I am buried in an ocean of my own tears. Another sad holiday is what I dread. Life's too short is what they said. Not short enough for me. I look back only to find illness and misery.

Sweet sister miss her. She is whom I long to touch. To hear her laughter through out the day as her blonde curls the wind tosses while we play and sway.

My loving sister lives in a better place. Yet I never stop seeing her innocent baby face. If only I could have taken her place. Seems like the holidays get more lonely during the passing years. I pretend to be strong while holding back my tears.

Some days the pain is almost too much to take. Losing her must have been a mistake. Oh, I pray to one day stop the heartache.

Every Christmas I think of you
We were just kids
Playing in the snow
We've made many a snowman
Using a beer can for the snow mans hat
the snowball fights we would have
You would rub my face in the snow
We would laugh and laugh
Falling in the snow
Never wanting to go home
We would make snow angels
You always made a better snow angel
Maybe that's why God took you first
You were his number one angel

Evil religions make me mad
Evil religions are insane
They leave a trail of sad
In some false prophets name

They can't wait to pray
And they can't wait to kill
Tomorrow is just a murder away
They believe a lie for the truth with all their might and zeal

Evil words have been carved into the stone of their heart
Evil joy leads them in a path so lost and dark
How much longer can the land turn to blood red
Because long ago someone told a lie that God never said

Today I saw the face of death
It looked me in the eyes
Sunken eyes and hollow cheeks
Lips drawn deathly thin

The sight I saw, it scared me so
It chilled me to my soul
And when it smiled, it was much worse
It’s bleeding gums it showed

Pockmarked skin, complexion sallow
Framed by limpid tufts of hair
There was no doubt, this is death
This face that stares at me

With sinking heart, for time was near
From the mirror my face I turned
The days left on one hand count
And no-one that’ll mourn my passing

water on this soul for sleep
what been held and held so deep
that there in dream to keep
a few memories of here face
with the tears I did not weep
spread across the pigments in the wash

His gaze earnest. searching,
His hands gently caressing mine,
like morning dew upon the September grass..
He spoke to me in the quiet whisper
of a sofly blowing steady breeze,
As the sun came up, and brought to life
lazy stretching branches on the trees..
then beckoned me, with a smile,
Come be with me, is all I heard,
though in reality..
Not a single word,
Like a song,, a whisper in the wind..
Saying come be with me..
let us please begin..
And so I followed,
succumed to everything that was
And all that was meant to be..
And in that moment ,
I was set free.