Last Commented Loss / Death Poems (1,049)

Are you as bad as some make you out to be?
The grim reaper, cheater of destiny
Enemy to joy and peace
The one that of long life many cheat
Are you that unwelcome one that awaits?
To take your victims to another place
Bringer of anguish, grief and pain to Adams race
Do you know those that you embrace?
Men look on with distaste
Do you take your victims down below?
Where some say infernal fires glow
Or do you take them up to the sky above?
To that place of joy, peace and love
Surely some of your victims you could release
Instead of them forever keep
Could you not send someone to tell of their estate?
After they have passed through your gates
But then maybe you are a welcome guest
Taking men to their eternal rest
That ever blissful land
Where no pain or sorrow afflict man
Should one anticipate your coming and wait?
Dressed and ready to enter those pearly gates
Or will you come and snatch the unwary one?
Do you take joy in bringing grief to man?
Should you be greeted with exultation?
Knowing it’s graduation to higher station

Death do you know one day you too shall die?
Shall you like your victims weep and cry?

The words I heard
Just blew my mind
When the doctor said
“You are pregnant”

For so many years
We tried and failed
Kept up our hopes
But never succeeding

I would look at friends
And see their children
Then ask myself
What is wrong with me

The news I spread
With much excitement
We wanted to share
With the whole wide world

We painted the spare room
Into a nursery
Started to fill it
With all sorts of things

So happy we were
Dreaming all those dreams
Just baby and us
Bright and happy future

The next check up
Straight away I knew
By the look in their eyes
Something tragically wrong

“Anencephaly,” they said
And if that’s not enough
There is also malformation
Severely bent and twisted

The choices they gave
Was to terminate
But should it go full term
It may not live past the hour

Round and round in my mind
The thoughts each other chase
Have I the right to terminate
Or the right to make it suffer

Abortion is for me so wrong
Against it all my life
But could it be to carry on
Something so much worse

At night I prayed
On my knees to God
Answers I was seeking
To show me the way

Finally with many tears
I reached my decision
The best for the baby would be
Not to make it suffer

The pregnancy was terminated
I felt dreadfully empty
Even though I knew it was right
Why did I feel so terrible

Every baby that I see
I ask why could mine not be
Why did this have to happen
Why could things not be

In the nursery I sit at night
Amongst the things we bought
Pain tears my soul apart
And tears soak my blouse

Was about three years later
That I had another chance
Excited yet terrified
How would this time be

It was a girl
Beautiful and perfect
The joy of our life
A blessing to us

I look back at those that made a choice to stand for what’s right to raise their voice
They sacrifice was not in vain, it was so others could know love and pain
We take this day each year to remember them; I say take each day and to resemble them
Brave men and women you gave your day so mine would come my way
And for all those that are still out there doing it now, I feel the need to thank you some how
My mere words will never express how you stood tall and passed the test
To choose to fight isn’t a Glorious thing but to stand up for others is a Noble thing
You risk your tomorrow so I can now my joy and sorrow
Please God more time give them to borrow

Some claim his knowledge came from golden plates,
In Missouri his temple still to be built,
Independence was and still is just empty real estate,
Leaving their scholars with a preponderance of guilt...

For the test of a prophet is for all to see,
Predictions that focus into rays of light,
The truth of the test is told in deuteronomy,
For Joseph Smith "The Vision" faded from our sight...

His "vision" legacy shamed Mountain Meadows in 1857,
Shadowing "the darkest deed of the 19th century."
In Utah the date being September eleven,
Only one man stood trial named John D. Lee...

Brigham Young called it blood atonement for sins of man,
120, men, women and children slaughtered in American west,
Fiery sermon for his people to protect "the promised land."
Coming from high priest, lawgiver and chief polygamist...

Mormons "do your duty" was the battle cry,
Only the youngest children would survive,
Dressed as Indians they caused many to die,
This is still a little known truth to this day many deny.

GOD sent us an angel on loan
To love and have as our very own
But sadly he could not stay
... For the Lord called him away
Up on pure wings of light he soared
up until we see him no more
The angels keep him in wait
Until we join him at a later date
For all of us are angels fallin
We wait for our Lord to come callin
For now we enjoy borrowed time
UNtil it is our chance to fly and be sublime

Four times I have flatlined with no brain activity and my breathing had ceased. The Bible says" The dead no nothing' That's exactly what I experienced.Thankfully I was resuscitated each time.
On May 5th/2012 I wrote this poem in the recoveryroom after a quad heart by-pass. Two days later I died again.Each experience was for a very short time,the longest being just over 1 minute.The morning after the last experience I had a pacemaker installed.

DEATH ' 101 '

Some people fear the final journey
after lifes last breath.
Could it be instinctive
that we know what preludes death?

Could it be intuitive
we know that judgement looms?
Ethereal guides escorting us
far beyond the tombs.

Can we by precognition
the verdict comprehend?
Cognitive of just rewards
awaiting in the end?

Could it be that lives profane;
the Truth of God they spurn;
Might bring on apprehensive guilt
and feelings of concern?

The truth placates the pilgrims mind,
anxiety is quelled.
Tranquil passing,hope filled dreams,
all qualms of death dispelled.

The grave is but a place of rest
where sleeping mortals lay.
To wait in slumbers sweet repose
'till Ressurection Day.

MARANATHA

Frank my Love,
If I should die tonight, I'll see you
in the borderlands
of Now and Then
of Once and Again.

Mystify me, Love
with ovals of colored light,
never seen in the daylight of this world;
Offer me with your slender-fingered open palm,
the swimming grace
of the ocean you now see
that I can not,
and I will gift
the empty chalice of unawakened love
that could not find us in the proper frame
of time or miles unfurled
and I will lift
up high to you the memory of
the gasp and sigh of touch and dreams
where a promise is as fragile as blown glass
and every thing is truly as it seems.

~LCZ

"O Tina, Our Tina"

What has become of you,
We find you not at home.
Have you been called away
To a better place today?
Are you through with the pain,
To your eternal gain,
In a happier place,
Full of beauty and grace?
We already miss you,
As you probably know.
It won't be the same.
Does the sadness show?
You're in a better place,
At a slower pace.
Your pain is over,
Ours has just begun.
You've finished the race,
And completed the run.
You came in first,
As we knew you would.
Goodbye for now,
We'll see you again.
When God calls us home,
There'll be no pain.
(C) Copyright 2009 Lowell Brandon

Stumbling through life with troubled soul ...
heavy hearted
Trying to grasp the softly flickering flame
Before all that's left
of this tallow of hope ...
is the smoldering ember
of a flame left to die.

Freedom's Call

We stand in the cold rain
Feeling the intense pain
Watching as our brethern die
Hearing their final cry

Ashes fall all around
Drifting slowly to the ground
Each cinder a rising soul
From an attack so foul

Staring into the sky
The wind blows with a final sigh
Clearing the black smoke
Another tear I choke

Rising from the ashes
Putting on our memorial sashes
Standing proud, standing tall
We hear freedom's call

The world stands as one
We sing our mourning song
Together we are strong
We sing our battle song

Now begins the war on terror
To stamp out the horror
A long road lies ahead
To honor our dead.