Last Commented Loss / Death Poems (1,049)

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August 19, 1933 - May 23, 2010
is what the tombstone read
If I could talk to them today I wondered the words that would be said
What a life, an adventure this person must have lived
All that they have seen, all that they did

But this date spoke to me in ways only a soul could ever hear
So I started to listen with my heart and not with my ears
The dash in the middle is where the journey of life begins
Not the born on date and surely not in the end

For what you do in between determines where our road will lead
Its not what you have done but rather what we do that brings us peace
So when I lie down in my bed am I grateful for the day
And when I am in my final rest will I have a smile on my face

tears slide down our cheeks,
once more lives are taken before their time.
Taken by another,
a crime heinous,
as it is tragic.

Lets look past just the crime
and look for the cause.
Treat the cause not the complaint.
Find a way to make sense of this loss of life,
sense by preventing loss of lives in the future.

A town stunned,

a world weeping in support.

Roses are red violence is blue,
we are all single and theres nowt we can do. :)

Its hard enough trying not to cry,
but the tears burn right through my eyes.
As this empty void becomes a deeper hole
I begin to realize.
That if I could just hold her tight,
and tuck her in her bed at night.
Keep her safe and warm and all her feelings calm
while I sing her a lullaby.
I look outside of my window every day,
Hoping that I could laugh as I watch her play.
but you say shes gone off to a better place,
So tell me God is she ok?

In the middle of the darkness there was a quiet glow
I followed all the footsteps of those who saw it before
Many walked this way but it only seemed a few have made it back
And the closer that I was the more that sorrow filled my flask
It was a never ending journey that lead me to so alone
Beneath a different twilight far away from home
I could hear the drops of many tears falling in the distance
Silencing my own so that I will make it through this
Finally in the middle I reached to touch this quiet glow
And its calmness overwhelmed me but in return it took my soul
And as I fell down to my knees and I understood why many stayed before
So I stood back on my feet and said to death I fear no more
As I kissed death on its lips it said now be on your way
And it gave me back my soul and my night returned to day

I know burdens
Always living in fear
When Lord all I needed was you near

But Your presence was so hopeless
There was though that monkey on my back
When all I wanted was to relax

Then I killed and I will kill
Only to repent
God just please make me forget

Those faces in my head the voices of the dying
And please stay with me tonight until I forget the crying

Once in the grey yearning
And awful lonliness
Of widowhood
I thought
That if a woman climbed in my bedroom window
I mignt pass out.
Now I know
That if one did
I would. consy

Everything in this life is ours, briefly.
Those we love are sometimes taken too soon.
My mind hasn't wrapped around your parting,
I think as I stare at the haloed moon.

I have all these fond memories of you,
when we were struggling to find some peace.
Trying to make sense of broken dreams then,
and learning to make the craziness cease.

Know I will miss you with all of my heart!
Thank you for being the friend that you were.
I'll always remember the blessings shared,
and I'll not allow those fine lines to blurr.

And i appologize for way i sometimes act,im just all alone in a world where everything i loved seems to never stay and makes it hard to sometimes not lose my way. Now in a new place i have to start all over again,as my soul sometimes cries for it all to end.but the emptiness of my saddness has given me a beauty that is not mine for me to keep,so i give to the souls that i see weep.so eat of my words whatever may be ur meat and spit out the grisle that u do not need to keep.for it is my love that has no family for it to live, so to strangers i freely give...and i dont ask for nothing in return ,for when it helps i can handle its burn. Now uve met me, but how i look from the outside i cannot see.so thats why i ask for u to one day say what u see as u look at me.for i know that i cant not see all of me the way that i need,so i use three. How i see myself,how others see me ,and how i really am.for theres many more to use but those r my three i use to best see me.for if my view of reality isnt not acturate then none of my efforts will turn out right for its all that i am that i put in the fight to protect myself from the monsters that no longer belong just to the night.including the one who hides out of my sight,the one i cannot see even the one thats trapped behind the wall with me that i built long ago to keep to others out,only to realize that behind my walls no one could never hear me shout.for i screamed out loud only for to make no sound so alone in my prison me and my monster i found.

Attended a funeral today of a friend,
A memorable character right to the end.
Can't imagine him not being 'round any more,
It's hard to believe he'll not be at my door.
I heard at the funeral a story so true
Of an old naval buddy who came to pay due
Who slept on the floor 'side the hospital bed
Until his friend finally was pronounced dead.
The depth of his loyalty just ran so deep
A beautiful tribute forever we'll keep.
R.I.P. Alan