Last Commented Loss / Death Poems (1,049)

It is a rainy night
when the wind beats at your door
like a lover you have turned away
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She comes back
trailing leaves and branches.
She comes back
in a shower of earth.
She comes back
with blades of grass still clinging to her hair.
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No matter how hard you hold her,
you are still elsewhere
making love to another.
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No matter how hard she holds you,
you are still
elsewhere.
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Your bodies slide together
like wet grass blades,
You cling and stop the raindrops
with your tongues.
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Later you rise
and pick the nettles from your hair
You take the leaves for clothing
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Your loneliness
is a small gray hole in the rain.
You rise and go knocking
at her locked front door.


~SAS~

She is the woman I follow,
whenever I enter a room
she has been there-

with her hair smelling of lavender & lions
with her dress blacker than Indian ink,
with her shoes moving like lizards
over the waves of silken rug.

Sometimes I think of her as my mother
but she died by her own hand
before I was born.

She drowned in the gushing of her own blood
She choked on metaphors.
She suckled a poisonous snake at her breast
like Eve.

She is no virgin.
Her eyelids are purple.
She sleeps around.

Wherever I go I meet her lovers
Wherever I go I hear their stories
Wherever I go they tell me
different versions of her suicide.

I sleep with them in gratitude.
I sleep with them to make them tell.
I sleep with them as punishment.

She is the woman I follow
I wear her cast-off skin.
She is my mother, my daughter.
She is writing this epitaph.
~SAS

I didn't think it was going to be like this
it been ten year's ago today
since my husband Jerry went away
so I write this poem
just for him

I didn't think it was going to be like this
I wake up and I think am I at home
but it not you but my mama
I hear talking on the phone
I think is this a dream
Jerry should be somewhere
around it seems

I didn't think it was going to be like this
it not my house as I sweep floors
it not my key that unlocks the house doors
again I think is this a dream
no Jerry gone what ever that means

I didn't think it would be like this
I sleep alone most ever night
Jerry not here to be the last
to turn out the lights
I am no longer called his wife

I didn't think it would be like this
I live now Ohio and not PA
I moved back to my dad and mom old home place
I drive his car and made new friends
but it all seem like a dream
in the end

I didn't think it would be like this
so this poem I write today
is to remember Jerry Newman in
a special way
I just wanted you to know babe
after your death ten years ago.

I didn't think it would be like this

Eyes swelling
becoming tearfull
spilling over
tear drops fall.

Words failing
mouths open
unable to speak
emotions choking.

Hands tremble
fingers entwined
clenching the hand
that clings to mine.

doors open
light has entered
darkness closing
hold me im scared.

Angels calling
last breath i cry
door closing
i whisper goodbye.

Your face, i shall never forget it
the way you looked at me
your eyes pleading and begging....

Don't say it .. don't say it.

You tried to look strong
but i do know the look of fear
"go on" you said to me
tell me what i don't want to hear.

I quietly spoke
quickly tears swelled
our world was changing
each other we held.

As we cradled
all i could think
this is the thanks i give to the man
that has given me everything.

I'v broke his heart
filled it with sadness and sorrow
taken all hope from him
for a better tomorrow.

Some nights I see you again in my dreams
coming with wind that brings fallen rose petals on my bed.
I see you're hand riching to gently touch my cheek,
to give me the pleasure of your affectionate flesh,
eyes that smiled at me,hands that welcome me,
whispering to my heart that awake passion flower
to blossom into my blood.
Than suddenly I wake at night alone;
carrasing empthy place next to me
where you left the mark of your body shape,
for me to nurse the barren memory of you.

We part;you're forever gone to land of defeated dreams
where my sorrow and love sparks blown out upon you
longingly comes in dreams to enfold thy sweet love remembered
and yet in these thoughts lies my soul shadows deep
were at heaven's gate in one spirit we meet again
to immortalize a mortal thing to the edge of doom,
to enternize lifeless dust that lies in cold silent land.

In eternal lines you live in me...like a seal of happy time
to recall that tender touch; no more to grieve or to be sad
but to be flushed with sun that brightness my foothpath before me
so long as I can breathe to plant seeds of love.

"WAIT" ... not yet
give me a moment with him.

God give me strength to walk by myself.

If i fall...lift me from my knees
give me a moment if you please
for the last time...to be at his side.

Give me a moment
upon his face to gaze
to reminis those lips i kissed
to press my hand upon his heart
as if by magic i could change this depart.

Give me a moment to kiss
lips, cheeks, hands again lips
i linger now
to let go ... how?

For it took but a moment to love him
but it will take a forever moment
to forget .. always regret.

Moments...moments later
i cannot say it...so i bow my head
close the lid.

I sat on the cold wooden bench
It was a bleak wintery scene
dead leaves rustled by
I rose and put down flowers .
Visiting a grave is not my thing
But I had promised her
And so I muttered words
In way of the bereaved.
How quiet is the graveyard
So Peaceful so bare of life.
I turned away to my solitude
There is no sweetness,
no bitterness
Just a vacuum of emotion
Yet I am alive
A mere husk of a man
All my friends are gone,
Can you live too long?

NB: hope it's not too late cafe...

When garden-like Christchurch was made to tremble
Forced to go down on her knees t'was terrible
I listened to their cries of anguish and hopelessness
Watched fear and pain etched in faces I won't forget
At the end of the day... The things a man would utter
Are names of love ones , God and none other!

When my beautiful mother in law at 100 was about to go
The Book of Psalms chapter 23 she asked us to read through
"The Lord is my shepherd; I shall not want......
though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death,
I will fear no evil; For You are with me; " testament to her faith
Alone with her, I witnessed in her eyes she was someplace else
In her last dollop of strength, she smiled as her grip went away!

If I had just a day left In this world full of pain
I will smell the flowers, feel the rain
Bask in the lie-giving warmth of the sun
I will raise my voice, sing praises to my Lord
I will kiss my love ones' faces once more
Let them know by their's my life was blessed
But most of all I will hold the hand of my beloved
And thank him for the peaceful life he offered...

watery grave
clouds on the surface of
her reflection