Last Commented Loss / Death Poems (1,049)

Blue skies tremble under mighty gaze,
Of heaven seekers final days.
Split apart and then undone.
Now the final trip's begun.

But nostalgic glance at whats left behind,
shows hellish wastes that try to bind,
the good, the bad, the rich, the poor.
The faithful folk shall be no more.

Promises were meant to be broken
They sit there on some quiet shelf collecting dust
And then like a whirlwind, they topple to the ground
The dust settles
And eye sight is lost
I am all alone with nothing to lean on
No one to keep me from an abysmal fall
I can't promise anymore, that I'll be able to survive this
It feels as if nothing is left to give or take
Maybe I don't exist anymore,
and that is why you no longer care
You look through the mirror and see nothing
but the original ugly person who met you a while ago
No hopes, no dreams, no anorexic frame
No golden blonde hair or blue eyes
No fear of god
No rapture
Just someone wanting to believe in herself
You refuse to see the perfections amidst the imperfections
Your love was bought somehow
With money I never had
I am in debt as always
I am lonely
I am alone
I am nothing
I am no one
I'm a made up person you can't see anymore
My tears fill canyons
I've lost my will
I shouldn't be in this much pain
Friendship isn't bought
But you still put a price tag on yourself
How do I live with my head held up
when all the people I thought were friends
Expect more from me than just friendship returned?
I lost you
and you
and you
and you
This list keeps growing
I can not keep it short
I've lost the way and can't find myself
When I don't exist anymore
Why am I; to you, not good enough?
Aren't we all hopelessly flawed?

What is that I see out of the corner of my eye
Dressed in black and a scythe he was carrying
Could this be? I dared not think, the one they called the Reaper
And if it was did he pick me or was he just passing

I could feel the sweat run down my back as fear gripped tightly
Was much too young to leave this world, the great beyond be seeing
But there he stood so quietly, not a word from him was spoken
Ever so slowly his head did turn, his blazing eyes bored through me

I must admit that by this time I was shaking rather badly
This was made so much worse when slowly he glided towards me
As he lifted his arm the sleeve fell back, a bony finger pointed
'Thomas Roberts,' from beneath the hood spoke deathly voice, 'it is time'

My knees trembled, my heart throbbed and tears ran down my face
'Is there nothing I can do to gain more time?' I begged unashamedly
Last thing I heard as life fled me was a hollow booming laugh
'When I come, your time is up, no bargains shall we strike.'

Now,
when you are the wind

I can breath you
wherever I am

Now,
when you are the trees

I can embrace you
wherever I walk

Now,
when you are the waters

I can let you surround me
whenever I dive

But now,
when you are everything

I feel more emptiness
than ever before

I weep into the night with my pillow wet from tears while holding it tight. The light soon rose to the top of my room. I realized I had cried through the moon. Dried up tears, held in fears, please let me drift away,oh why do I have to stay, I don't want to be here, My heart should have stopped beating, my body should be cold, I don't care about myself, I don't want to grow old. I hate that this happened to me, I hate what I couldn't be so see my fate is upon my hands so explain I why should listen to your demands. Faith will guide you whispered a voice,you have a gift along with a choice. What will you choose, the one where you win to receive your gift, or the one where you lose so your soul shall never lift.

Johnny Callison was a star right fielder for the generally hapless Philadelphia Phillies of the 1960's. As a baseball-crazed youngster, I idolized the gifted left-handed slugger. My trusty transistor radio was tuned in to all Phillie game broadcasts during the magical summer evenings, as I followed Johnny C's exploits with rabid fervor. In my eyes, between the foul lines of the National League ballparks, Johnny C could do no wrong. He dramatically ended the 1964 all-star game with a home run & was mobbed at home plate by such legendary players as Willie Mays & Hank Aaron.

As a child, little did I realize that major league baseball players had personal lives, even troubling ones. Johnny's baseball career ended at the relatively young age of 34. I later found out that he did not take care of himself physically & financially. Johnny C went from baseball Adonis to car salesman & bartender with eventual heart problems.

Years later as a middle-aged man, I saw him at a small town baseball card show in central Pennsylvania. The card show attendees paid scant attention to the erstwhile hero. Johnny C autographed a picture that I brought with me of his shining moment mob scene at the '64 all-star game. A wan smile spread across his aging face…..the same face that had poetically graced Topps' bubble gum baseball cards during the 1960's.

The card show meeting was an infinitely sad experience for me. I was struck with how wizened & fragile he looked. The roar of the 60's baseball crowd in his ears stilled forever, like the inevitability of our own lives being stilled forever.

Johnny Callison died in October of 2006 at the relatively young age of 67. My parents have been gone for quite some time. Friends of mine have died tragically young. This is the nature of our existence and though it is sad….the finiteness of life makes it more delicious and more miraculous if we take the time to appreciate the startling poetry of everyday life.

I sleep some and then I wake.
Wake is asking and questioning.
Shall I go or laugh at the questions?
The feeling with the question or the feeling
that keeps me here!
I do not dream, I only feel.
There is no color or faces, it is just the feeling.
I have not felt the color!
Why does the color disipate with time?

Remember me as you pass by,
For as You are now so once was I,
as I am now so you shall be,
prepare for death and follow me.

What great adventures lay beyond
This world that we can see
One step outside this world we take
When death to us comes near

We should not with fright greet
The harbinger of death
But gladly embrace all he brings
On this brand new journey begin

I cannot tell you what we'll find
For none have yet returned
But surely better than what is here
Of that I am assured

So come with me and join this toast
For there will be a brand new day
My life I count in hours now
So celebrate with me

Where is it gone,
come back to me now.
I'm lost without you,
I don't know how,
life will continue,
but not sure I can,
I need you so badly,
I'm only half a man.

Your loss is everything,
I hope it wasn't only a fling,
return to me,
and I promise to listen.

I beg and I plead,
be mine again.
you shall never regret
and we will be best of friends.

But out in the wilds
my mind has turned feral
it will never return
and my life shall now be
empty and lost
with no hope for redemption
I beg and I plead
and live with the emptiness inside