Last Commented Loss / Death Poems (1,049)

Death was fine,
soft and kind,
and there found I
my Self
in You.
Now there's nothing to fear
no separate Life
to hold, Dear.
Life reflects
That One seems
to be two.

Callaghan Grant 4/1/2013

We are here but a short time
yet we met and love many people
some we make mistakes with
find that they weren't real friends

yet even when things go wrong
move on taking the best with you
leave all the niggling negatives behind
all they do is mess with your mind

I have lived in several places aboard
hopefully taking the good on with me
one thing I know wherever you live
people seem to fall into various types

some become friends, real friends
the sort who stand by you all the time
who give without ever being asked
and to who you return all the help you can

most are fair weather friends, they run and hide
leaving you in the lurch time after time
they will steal your lover or husband
without batting an eye, its sad but true

as you go through the years you soon learn
you come to distrust until their worth is proved
then there's those who sweet talk you taking your heart
that's the saddest of all, still you learn to guard it

one day you meet a true love on who's shoulder
you can lay your weary heart knowing its finally safe
you share your hopes, your aspirations and dreams
make plans, set up home and raise your children

then one day, in a blink its all gone, gone not forgotten
you have all the memories of the good times you shared
the hardest of all is you are still here struggling on
the cruel hand of death has struck taking them leaving you

in a flash life has changed become just so very grey
you mourn and try to be strong hard as it is for you
there's others who still need you rely on you
but I tell you this its not easy when they pass on

From all the tides of time
he was
always mine

yet a crimpest face I knew
To walk within the field

Ragged for if I fell

If it was him
I surely
would

yet no darkest would be grim

As my feet shall follow

my heart wanders to you
upon the broken glass
pouring tears

reaching quietly on the hollow

I have always loved you

let no doubt trip you on the stream

yet allow my love for you

knit you in my seam

for gathered skirts
and diamond laces

I can only weep
within the guns

of fields
Of lonely places

I wanted love
she desired gold,
love is priceless
gold is cold...

She was blind...

Her gold
cannot see
touch or feel
powerless to cheer..

Gold has no soul..

Perhaps I saw
so desperately,
picture of her
I wanted to see...

A falling star...

I gave true
poetry of feelings,
sunlight on morning dew,
she turned out to be

A horrible love poem...

So many souls take the road home every day,
So many go to rest at last in Gods arms.

Sometimes i imagine if you look up,
You will see a silver beam with balls of color,
Floating gently up, and being taken gently home.

It would be easier if it was easy to see,
But then, the meaning of each would be lost and pointless.

R.I.P., rest in peace, in your fathers arms once more.

In 1999 you went back home
You're now in Heaven & I'm here alone
Your birthday comes & goes & I cry every time
Because you're in Heaven & I'm celebrating your b-day alone

You're in a better place
This I know & understand
But whenever I need you
I miss holding your hand

I haven't done much
I don't attempt things we did
fishing hasn't been the same
Since you went to Heaven when I was a kid......I love & miss you dad

The noon train blows its whistle
Arriving the well known jesse james
The two colt gun slinger
With his colt 45 s

He heads to odettes saloon
Stands by the bar
Give me your finest whisky dame he orders odette
Odette strutts over slams the whisky on the bar e please is my request
Macduff the sherriff arrive at the salon

Eying jesse james
He calmly walks in the saloon
The piana plays its one last tune
Calmness beholds the silent crowd smoke belows the air

Macduff flicks his cigarrrrrrr to the floor
He shouts jessee james your a wanted man
Calmly odette shouts don't want trouble my saloon

The can can girls finish there dance jyonnah and her team buxom women and
The crowd dive to the corners the saloon
Watching the erie silence the gun slingers duel

The clock tick slowly the silence in the bar
Its high noon time,jessee two gun and macduff draw thiers guns the smoke fills the room ,
The winner stands defiant the losser hits the floor blood and guts spreads the floor

Fells man the under taker rubs his hand with glee his trusty tape measure
He measure appoxitmatly
5 6 half
Jesse james flicks a dollor to the floor bury this fool a new sherrif is wanted

He turns to the door and leggs it
The can can girls get back to their dance the old piana plays its last old tune
Odettes salon life is resumed

Like the baby
from the bag of a Kangaroo
I look around the world
From the Spider's net.

Believe me, I am caught
in the net of that Spider,
Where all my strength and thought
Are lost and gone for ever.

Fraud, corruption, lust
today are the only cost
of a better living
of an advanced society.

All these elements are the threads;
they have tracked me in my track.
Losing all my freedom of speech
I am ruined , I am gone.

Without effort to escape from it,
because, here comes the Great Spider;
the time comes nearer and nearer.
It will suck me , my blood and flesh.

And I am waiting for that moment.
Oh, Great Spider! I don't care for you,
because I am a man who only knows:
"Life means struggle for existence."

We arrived at last deep in the night
your dark grim facade faced us
seeming so hostile very unwelcoming

I shuddered as we went inside
it was dark and dank and so icy
hideous shapes under the covers

dim light flickering and fading
some squeals and rustles
pat of feet red eyes peeking

my trembling got worse
as deeper in we went
thick dust lay every where

the wizen old lady
gave a hideous cackle
as if she was full of evil

she lead us upstairs
a vast chamber we entered
tiny fire flickering in the grate

this was to be home?
icy fingers down my spine
hair starting to stand on end

shadows moving every where
short and long reaching out
clutching, grasping at me

I see the dagger striking
the pain is so immense
blood spouting out

I am mortally wounded
other murdered souls join me
in this house of deadly horrors

I lost a friend today and there’s so many things I wish I could say but I'm too late. I still remember the way you smiled. What I wouldn’t give for one more day. One more chance to heal your pain. I remember you loved the rain. You would run out and scream my name. I always knew you were brave. I left some roses on your grave. I was the only one to see the bruises on your face. When he came home you’d hide at my place. When he knocked on the door your heart would race but you always came back the next day. One of your secrets that I would never say. Your father came home drunk everyday. When he beat your mom you’d jump in the way. One day he forgot he loved you and didn’t stop. Someone called the cops and reported shots. I loved you so much and now it hurts to say. I lost a friend and her name was Jane.