Last Commented Loss / Death Poems (1,049)

Over the water we gaze
into our own faces
to see the reflection
of our own, gazing back
the ancestors, soldiers,
mothers, heroes, strangers,
children, especially children,
are all there, wrinkled
into our own creases.

We have loved, longed,
respected, saluted,
denied, decried them all.

Set aside remember time
as we too will be in time
set aside...into the water.

But for now, today,
instantly, they come,
streaming back to us
for our deeper reflection.

© agoodguy2have 2011-05-30

In her bed of crisp white linen
She gazes all around.
Her rheumy eyes alert
Listen to that sound.
The beat of a heart
A sigh of old age...
She's glad to have lived
A long, happy life
Mother to her chldren
To her husband, a wife.
Tears glisten in her eyes
As all comes to an end.
A soft, quiet smile
Is all she has left to send.

Memories fade.........
As she passes from time.....

Submerged in shame in a sea of flames, she hears her people cries
As an angry sun rises up each day, against her blackened skies
A stunned world watches in disbelief, none believin' what is seen
All asking how could this happen, to that most beloved queen ?

In a watery grave around her, she waits now in grim despair
How will anybody save her ?, somehow we all should care
But she will rise again someday, like a phoenix through the fire
In a fortress befitting for a queen, built up strong and higher

For she will always be the queen of queens
Our lady fair, our New Orleans
Our precious home, sweet precious home
Oh mon Dieu... save our queen, Save our home, our New Orleans
Save our queen, our precious queen...our New Orleans

I heard today on the radio news
about diet soda's bodily abuse

yesterday's bit, a blood-soaked whack
about my likely acute heart attack

I remember well my last cigarette
years peeled away, never to get

back to an ever longer life
cutting truth with sharpened knife

that too much carbs will metabolize
my body to twice it's natural size

and also, all that fat I'm ingesting
will contribute to my heart arresting

crossing against a light, the J-walk trot
seems so pedestrian, could hurt...a lot

some terrorist's bomb, a flash done quick
more preferable than linger, diseased and sick

or maybe the decades old saccharine
that I used to drink will do me in

or a cranial aneurysm, a stroke ungenius
a wikileak bloody, arterial or venous

my cell phone may irradiate my head
and leave me the message that I'm dead

tomorrow something will, I'm sure be found
to insure that I'm no longer around

until then I'll continue on my path
trying to avoid the Angel of Death's wrath

will several billion or so, patient souls
remember that they have little control

so could just one notice, I'm the absentee
and remember something was the death of me

© agoodguy2have 2011-05-24

No longer can you see her
In her physical shell
But she remains.
When the wind musses your hair
It is her fingers you feel.
When the sun rises
It is her glow that reflects off the water.
When it rains
It is her love falling onto you.
She is in the air that you breathe,
The water you taste,
And the emotions you feel.
She remains.
Memories from the past
New experiences in the future
She remains with you in her natural state.
She remains.
-Aimee Adair 2011

All night the flares go up; the Dragon sings
And beats upon the dark with furious wings;
And, stung to rage by his own darting fires,
Reaches with grappling coils from town to town;
He lusts to break the loveliness of spires,
And hurl their martyred music toppling down.

Yet though the slain are homeless as the breeze,
Vocal are they,like storm-bewilder'd seas.
Their faces are the fair, unshrouded night,
And planets are their eyes, their ageless dreams.
Tenderly stooping earthward from their height,
They wander in the dusk with chanting streams,
And they are dawn-lit trees, with arms up-flung,
To hail the burning heavens they left unsung.

it's been decided now
the fields have been parched
and the forests laid low
we must make sacrifices now
to effect a change today
therefore blood must be spilt.

so prepare your arms and
bare your chests wide.
begin in your amygdala
and find the basest emotion.
fear and hate unreasonable
instinct ranks understanding.

long steel directs emotion that
drone planes cannot feel.
reveal yourself with whetted
desire to wash soiled layers
of field and forest with
the blood of others regardless

of merit or worth or need.
the consolation of philosophy
has no place on this road.
there is no toll of penance
here at the gate of incivility.

peace being passé, keen to kill
as anarchy reigns deep within
the fascination of termination,
red red red fills the souls,
headlines cry out depravity.
hear the cries of the dying.

yet in time, peace will return
to each, and even to nations.
dug up bones will be reburied
after careful consideration
and a wrenching forgiveness.

season follows season and
time and purpose may...may
be accepted if not understood.
Man has his appointed cycle
of seasons and vicissitudes
beyond our own tender love.

© agoodguy2have 2011-04-25

Right now we all wonder will it be the end..
Of the hatred the calmity and pain,.
No way do we want to see 9/11..
ever repeated again..
Sure they killed an evil man,today
but he is only one man..
And what of all of his followers...
How on God's green earth,
do we make them understand,
That killing innocent people,
In another country,
Is not what is meant to be..
For We are all brother's ands sister's living
And coexsisting on this,
the planet Earth.
And lest we ever forget,
We only have to read
the book,
That tells of Jesus's birth.
And though many will balk at this..
That is your choice and so it shall be..
But I'd rather belive in a place called Heaven..
Then in all of this pain, chaos and calamity.

I can not smell your hair
I can not touch your skin
I can not see your smile
or the scar upon your chin

I can feel you close to me
I can feel your chill
I can feel happy
and grieve for you still

I can see its not my time right now
I can see the girls need me
I can see that you are free my son
but with you I want to be.

Battered and Beaten torn inbetween
Frightened and alone falling on my knees
Pray for brighter days, whats left to come
I don't know the way Lord, oh I feel numb
Faith where are you? Hiding from me..
Hope is gone also, love, and my family
Tears of sorrow, heart with darkness and pain
What more can you take from me, what is there to gain?
My knees are sore from praying endlessly
Time to pick up the pieces where do I start...God help me!
I'm battered and beaten, torn inbetween
So help me God i'm starting today, i'm getting on my knees....