Last Commented Loss / Death Poems (1,049)

Eyes swelling
becoming tearful
spilling over
tear drops fall.

Words failing
lips open
unable to speak
emotions choking.

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

Door open
light has entered
darkness closing
hold me I'm scared.

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

Life has loneliness up for sale
All washed up on the shores
Like bones lying on the shale
Bleached by a sun that soars
A discarded shell of a snail
Restless and consuming wars

Life has loneliness up for sale
A midnight walk to nowhere
Dreams of scented pines inhale
Where spirits dance and dare
And silence and sighs exhale
Where the tired soul is left bare

Life has loneliness up for sale
Nothing left to give away for free
More than beauty of our youth prevail
Countless days with no great fee
Followed by those tears that trail
The memories that we let go free

She -
Strong and Beautiful,
Intelligent and Wise,
Hardworking and Ambitious,
Faithful and Honest,
Fierce and Devoted.

She -
Protected her loved ones in battle,
Fought for what's right, til the end.
Showed hers the value of 'struggle',
Knew that Her God would defend.

She -
Hasn't left much wealth behind,
Except the investments that matter.
Built with her legacy in mind,
Five kids - three sons and two daughters.

And now... She. is. no. more.

How should I know, after I’m gone,
If I was mourned
By anyone I loved; by anyone at all
Who knew me whilst here?

Should I bother, to spend another
Moment, wasting time in torment
Because I doubt that I’d
Still want to linger near?

Should I take time to say goodbye,
(Before I die
And leave this world behind)
To those I thought most dear?

Should I fear, when Death’s light hovers
And I’m finally free?
Free of my flaws and sins;
Free from the pain and tears.

Why…should I?

A Winter's day in Summer, A Summer's day in Winter,
A promise kept, A promise broken,
A pact un-kept, A love unspoken,

Different days, and different ways,
Different eyes and different lies,
Different you and different me,

Different times and different crimes,
But same ol, same ol, like olden times,
Same old us from what I can see,
Nothing new, what will be will be.

Long ago,
the rockets roared.
from this place,
to Space above.
Now the pad lies empty and still,
"Abandon In Place" stenciled black
upon this place of dreams on high,
the echos still cross the night sky,
the voices heard "Ignition!" "Liftoff!"
although the speakers long left for
the Undiscovered Country,
and reached its shore.
Cold concrete and steel with a soul,
Of triumphs and tragedies long ago.
For Grissom, White, and Chaffee,
who never got to go.

Now the complex silent,
Except for the winds that sigh,
Somewhere the three are together,
Forever heroes on high.

The
old Oak
tree was in
pretty bad shape. It
had been hit by lightning in 78.
Kids climbed on it and broke some
branches. About 50 feet away there was
a wild cherry, it's bark was very smooth and
it's leaves so green. Every year it made such pretty
white flowers. The wild cherry was just a twig when
the old Oak saw her. The old Oak had a kind heart and
welcomed her to the forest for he knew the wild cherry
needed his help in the growing game. Everyday he would
say good morning to the wild cherry and she would respond
in kind. They talked for hours about everything there was.
She wished she could move like the deer and the squirrels but
her roots aren't legs nor were the old Oaks. Sometimes it would
rain and sometimes it would snow, but through it all, he was
there to guide her and she to learn. He told her things that only
an old Oak knows and she told him of her dreams and fears
and hopes. Then one day the men came with their saws to cut
him down. She screamed but of course they couldn't hear
her, everyone knows trees can't make a sound, at least
not the kind you can hear. The old Oak tree was in
pretty bad shape. It had been hit by lightning in 78
It was time for it to go, and everyone knew it
Now the wild cherry is alone in the woods.
Her grief is boundless because she
lost her friend, her mentor,
her “Daddy". But
the most
important
lesson he
taught her
he taught
her from
the wood pile.
Old Oak trees don't last
forever, and sometimes you
get no second chance to tell him
thanks for everything he's done

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Above poem is in Chinese and below is translation.

In fact, each of us inevitably has to fly solo!
I also flew solo for seven years before I met him!
You always have to pass the wrong person before you can meet the right person!
right!
Seeing the birds on the coast, they all fly by themselves!
Occasionally I saw Shuangfei, but quickly each flew!
Reunion and parting, parting and reunion!
Goodbye or parting easy?
Godmother and godfather are together for thirty-five years!
After the pearl marriage and all the ups and downs!
This solo flight! Five flavors mixed!
Godfather finally got out of his painful body
Godmother also left more than a hundred days of torture,
Only blessings!
When the godmother flew solo, with all the memories!
Flying in that blue sky! Smiling!

The old man left our house, took my car and drove away,
I was twenty one, I remember to this day,

There was no goodbye, there was no adieu, there was never,
we'll never see you, again,

And life went on, with someone gone, like a distant song, someone
sung, but the "old man" was really young,

Who I thought was old, was 53, nearly ten years younger than me,
today!

I feel his spirit nearly every day, he helps me, shows me, leads me
on my way.

He does!

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?