Last Commented Loss / Death Poems (1,049)

The Hardest Thing In Life to Bare,
Is Want Your Fiance,
And He Not There,

Behind My Smile,
There's Many A Tear,
For The Fiance,
I Lost & Loved So Dear,

With My Broken Heart,
Ill Whisper Low,
"I Love You Babe & Miss You So"


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To many years walking loney
tough streets..
To many dead-end jobs
To many years of soul searching..
To many years of chasing schemes
and indefinable dreams had finally
taken their toll on the broken
Mr. Jones-
Penniless and hungry Mr. Jones buries
his hands deep in the tattered old coat
he fished from a back alley dumster-
This cold December morn would deliver
the final reckoning to a man whose life
was dogged by unfullfilled dreams and
squandered opportunities-
This Christmas morn would not bring the
warm laughter of hot chocolate and the
opening of presents-
Memories of wife and children gathered
around the Christmas tree in gleefull
chatter was drowned by the harsh reality
of aching bones and cold feet-
For Mr. Jones had arrived at his final
destination..a side street that would
witness his final will and testament
to a wasted life-
He dismissed the last illusive vestige
of hope from his soul and took his position
on the frozen concrete against a brick wall-
He lay there and waited for the brutal winter
chill to turn his empty life into a frozen
corspe-
Meet Mr. Jones..alone..and hearing only
one voice that could deliver to him his
last comforting word..the voice of despair
whispering to him.."Lie down, Mr. Jones,
Lie down and die..'

I'm just a carpenter
I struggle to feed my family
No fame I seek or notoriety
A simple life I lead here

I hear the word from here and there
My son is a strange one
Barely a youth yet claims to teach
The teachers in their temples

As time goes on the story spreads
About miracles of healing
Blind can see and cripples walk
And even the dead have arisen

I worry so, they want his blood
They scream, crucify him
I've lost my son, my precious one
It nearly killed his mother

I'm just a carpenter
I struggle to feed my family
I don't understand what's going on
He has risen and gone to heaven

Big wheel truck
Rolling down the road
Sound of tyres humming
Haven't got time to stop 'n sleep
A schedule to be keeping

Push yourself through the night
Awake the pills will keep you
Faster now, we're behind
Let's reach a hundred 'n thirty

Eyes are tired, white line blurs
Truck begins to wander
What is that light
That shines in eyes
My God we're going to crash now

Somewhere east a woman sleeps
And dreams her dreams so sweet
Never knowing that this night past
Her husband's not returning

automatic reaction, seems like it's broke
dazed in mind baffle, thoughts won't come alive
resend the thought, but rejects it somehow
a flurry of pills, while this is my now.

horrific the thoughts
while scare turns to fear
the other sides dark
while this side was clear.

talk in the room
like it's deep in a can
a beep goes full blurt
while I flat-line again.

no fog on the mirror
body's, in rest
as I look down in hover
seems they're doing their best.

Vanishing point beckons me so
into the light
it's now.....my time to go~


~Bentlee~

Stirring slowly, eyes opening
Who is disturbing slumber of mine
Murky waters, icy cold
Deathly silence all around
Remember screams, hit an iceberg
Sinking to the briny depths
Let me sleep, rest in peace
With my fellow man

The world didn't stop
The day angels carried you home
No one saw my pain
I was completely alone

The world kept on spinning
Even though mine had ended
People kept laughing
I couldn't comprehend

How they couldn't notice
My heart was breaking
My brother was gone...
I could imagine Angels singing

In my mind, I saw Gary in Heaven
Catching up with those who went on before
Finally at peace...
Smiling the smile I adore

I still feel his loss
I miss him everyday
Time is supposed to make it easier
It still hurts, just in a different way

Do not weep, do not sigh
For I have been granted
All my wishes
On the day you were born
I once said
That to catch a rainbow
You must grasp
All the colours
Of life
The fish never swam upstream
Without a tale to tell
The tiger did not roar
For meaningless purpose
I as one person still left life’s imprints
On the track that
Had been worn down by
So many that had passed
This way before
And so I left, my purpose fulfilled
Allowing you to greet the new dawn
So smile at your grief’s shedding
For I wore your hearts on my sleeve

Today you're here, tomorrow you're gone
People talked about you for a while then you're forgotten about. What a world we live in, what a lost?

Live today as if it is your last day; when tomorrow comes, you do the same. Stop wondering what you're going to do tomorrow because today you;re here, tomorrow you're gone.
Today is for you and the people or thing you love. Never think about others who just want to spoil your fun.

Today you live, tomorrow you;re gone just like the wind without a trace. So be happy and do the best you can because only the bad things will be talked about by some.
A few good ones will remember the fun, loving person you use to be and the good you've done; so remember, today you live, tomorrow you're gone.

As I sit here and u read this poem as the truth is untold
This happen to my cousin she wus my best friend just 23 yrs old
We was so close we was never apart but she meet this man she said was the man who had her heart
So of course me and my aunt was happy she was getting married u c she only knew him for 1yr and 2 weeks
She said she loved him and I couldn't speak she said he was the man of her dreams
So she visit one day I said lil cuz how you get that bruise on your nose she said you know I'm clumsy I said yea gurl that's true I really know
I never thought of this situation again until I saw even a bigger bruise it was under her chin I said hey can we talk I said I hope this isn't true please don't tell me your husband is beating on you
She said I love him so he said he would stop I told her how many times did he say that after the third pop
I said let me go with you to pack your clothes you shouldn't go along she said you worry to much he's not even at home
I felt the weight on my shoulders it felt like a ton I wish I had gone with her because as she was packing he shot her in the back of her head wit his gun
My aunt said please don't blame yourself because this much is truth she said instead of one dead body it could have been two
My cousin told me that day stop worrying everything would be fine who would have thought that would have been the last time