Last Commented Loss / Death Poems (1,049)

I woke today, just like yesterday, but with winters rain against my window pane, on this summers day, was wrong!, , no sunlight shadow crossed my bedroom there, no birdsong noone to care, and the light would dim, lie down and die, forsaken who? you or I? brave we stand, hand in hand, with those who care, are always there, and tomorrow will be, with or without you or me.

So the wind chill factor is -5 but I'll stay alive, this doorway is cold but I have cardboard boxes to fold, I can be ok, I can be alright, I know I'll get through another night, and tomorrow will be another day,,, and I hope, maybe better, somewhere for me to stay!

The rains came
As so often they do
Filled with heavy monotony
Landing where your footsteps
Had gently crushed the grass

You are no longer with us
But the paths you trod
On your life’s journey
Still remain
Always reminding us
That once you was here

Our emotions lie
As crushed as the grass
But that will find re-growth
And eventually
Cover the history
That you left behind

We have done our weeping
It did not fall
Like the monotony of the rain
It was as gentle as you
All you had to give was love
And it came in abundance

In all of our minds
Now your memory fades
As if blown like dust
In a howling wind
To settle elsewhere

And the rains came again
Once more in that monotony
Of abundance

Yet your photo
Which could not
Be dimmed
Will remain
To us
Perfectly clear

“In the future,
all parts of the body and brain,”
the professor beamed
at his rapt audience
“will be replaceable.”

“PROMAN will pursue
his ever-adjustable programs
forever.
He will affix to and discard from
his body, as required,
all that is in need of renewal.”

"He will function faultlessly
as per The Blueprint.
‘Imperfect’ man and ‘polluted’ Earth
will at last be done with.”

“Does that mean there’ll be no more
Father Xmas?” a student asked, aghast.
“Sorry,” the professor dourly replied;
“no chimneys likely.”

lost in the immeasurable sea
enclosed under sunken cofferdams
tossed endlessly we listed to and fro
prisoner passengers in fleets of
slave ships on odyssey journeys

the cargo of life drained out slowly
in swarms of unseaworthy vessels
as the tempestuous rains stormed
carrying us away to unknown shores
we cried out for freedom as the words
fell silently upon windblown sands
we still waited patiently for a parting
to begin again on horizons more calm

alas, we were awash in shameful tragedy
while we slowly gasped for purifying air
and penetrating clarity only seeing
white capped smoke spraying ashen pyre

suddenly under the calm night sky washed in moonlight
the distant beacon casting illuminating shadows revealed
a hidden gateway moored just beyond comber waves
portals opened awakening a witnessing to the deep
exposing all the crevasses of enduring love then
freedom was spilled into the tidal flow of memories
and we began to open our hearts and eyes to
see the sea

© Jade Anjoun

In his last desperation,
Before he takes his life,
How broad his life was,
How narrow became his mind,-
"Tomorrow can bring a new day!",
"If tomorrow ever comes,"
"Everyday is the same thing,"
What has he done?-

In his self-isolation,
Refusing to feel any pain,
"Time for you to grow up,"
That is what she once said,-
He picked up his guitar,
Carefully placed it in the case,
At the young age of 41,
"Too old for childish games,"-

Yesterday and depression,
Between both, there he stands,
A price for him to go by,
The cost of being a man,-
"Killing myself to provide,"
"I know this can't go on,"
Was the last words he spoke to me,
What has he done?
What have I done?
What I've done--

Lost in The rain
Nobody to blame
Feeling ashamed
You came and then you went
I have nothing to give
My heart is empty
My tear face stained
It's full of pain
Alone I walk in the rain
Searching for something
That I'm missing
What it is I have no clue
My glue is coming undone
I feel so lost and alone
I want to pick up the phone
I know nobody's home
Along these streets I roam
Looking for a Place of my own
Something that I can call home

Did you sacrifice today for what you could have lived with?, did you lose a part of you just because it did not fit? Is it worth it all to end it all to begin with?,, tomorrow is a day that we dont know, could be an existance , a show,, never wonder why its as its is,,, it just is,,, and you can never be all that you can be,,, do you see?

I have decided to become senile,,, or whatever
to live without memory,, forever,
tis all a never ending cycle, i’m bored,, not dead,
want to be here,, not an obituary someone read,

how do I leave without dying?,,, how do I leave
without crying? I want everyday to be new,
Not live like most people do,
A wonderful new beginning,, that starts without
adam and eve sinning,

The answer is in us somewhere,,, that someone
some where said,,,,,, it all becomes clear,,,,,,,,,
when,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,we are dead.

It’s happening again this September
The echo of the cries of 3,000 souls
So very difficult in mind’s eye to remember
The emotional drain each year takes a toll

The sights and sounds of buildings falling
Trying to fly like birds on the wind
Tortures the souls of those remaining
Wishing the memories would be dimmed

The definition of 911 forever changed
Heroes and murderers were born that day
Each in their own way coming to fame
Both facing burning Hell come what may

The murderers are still there to this day
Leaving others with tortuous memories
The Heroes were able to fly away
Facing Hell they left legendary stories

Stories revisited each and every year
For some these stories are of brave men and women
Others the memories still recreate the fear
As each of these visions is summoned

For me I think of 3,000 new stars in the sky
Each one winking at me from above
As I look at them way up high
I send each and every one of them my love