Last Commented Loss / Death Poems (1,049)

Hi mom, what's up dad
I finally made it here
This trip will be brief
For I've had quite a year

Last thing I remember is..
Flipping in the air
And I caught a glimpse of the people I hit
The girl playing in her booster chair

I remember the lady too
She'll be here soon
Her trip is longer than mine
And her daugter's too

I'm sorry I let you down ma
I'm so, so sorry dad
But when y'all left out of my life
I turned from good to bad

I dropped out of college
And left a prominent career
Secretly my successful future
Soon became my fear

I loved to party hard
And loved loved to party long
I'd get drunk with all of my friends
And make up crazy songs

I knew I made a grave mistake
My said just call a cab
As I ripped the keys from my pocket
I thought of the time I had

I watched as my front end gave
I was crushed into a pulp
That other place is calling now
I love y'all but I got to go

SO RAGGEDY ANN SAW PINNOHIO And ASKED HIM IF HE COULD SIT ON HER FACE
AND NATURALLY "PINNOCHIO" being the man he is watched her sit on his face with grace
then pinnochio whimpered "raggedy ragged please never say bye to me"
to which raggedy responded "i won't if you will just please lie to me
anyone get it? ~free!~

I sit here in this rocking
chair that my grandpa sat
in every morning

He would drink his coffee
and watch sunrise bringing
with it the promise of
a new day

Now it is I who sit's in
this chair that my grandpa
sat in every afternoon

He would eat his lunch and
watch the birds and squirles
play as though they had no
worries

Now it is I who sit's in
this chair that my grandpa
would sit in every evening

He would snack on some peanuts
and wait for the deer to come
to the fields and graze.

My grandpa has not sat in this
rocking chair for many years
now

So I hold close this rocking
chair for it all I have left
since he passed when I was
only 3 years old

Even though I do not have
any memories of my grandpa
when I sit in his rocking
chair I can feel him sitting
here with me.

I GUESS YOU GET TO UNDERSTAND WHEN A PERSON TURNS THIRTY
YEAH MAN THIRTY AND DIRTY
BUT AGE IS JUST A WALL TO WAIL
WHILE BUIDING A FOUNDATION NAIL BY NAIL
HAMMERING WITH PRECISION AND VERY WELL AIMED
"IT IS MINE AND IT IS DONE " YOU PROCLAIMED
UNTIL YOU REALIZED A CONFLICT OVER THERE
AND BEING OLD AND GETTING SICK WOULD BE FILLED AND DEFILED BY FEAR
IF ONLY OUR FUTURES COULD FLOAT WITH ANGELS ON A CLOUD AND A FEATHER
YET AND SIILL EVERY DAY OF YOUR LIFE IS LIKE MORE FIGID WHETHER
I DISAPPROVEE OF THE MAJESTY IN HONESTY AND ITS PLOT
SO MAY I JUST LAY DOWN AND DIE IN THIS VERY SPOT?
FOR EYES TO FAIL, YOUR LEGS OF RUBBER MADE
AND WITH EVERY HEARTBEAT YOU BEG YOUR SPIRIT SOON TO FADE
BUT THEN THERE ARE DAYS WITH ENDLESS AFTERNOONS WHEN AGEEDNESS SCREAMS IN YOUR EARS
SIMPLY TO MULTIPLY THE FEARS
YOU KNOW WHAT?...... I DON'T THINK I LIKE THAT A BIT
AND THE LAST ATTEMPT AT GREAT SUCCESS IS REPLACED BY LEARINNG HOW TO KNIT
SO I YEARN TO DO THAT WHICH MILLIONS OF PEOPLE HAVE DONE WITH COURAGE, THE WILL AND A VOW
TO END MY FUTURE IN THE HERE AND NOW
BECAUSE I WILL NO LONGER FEEL AS IF I HAVE NOT THE MEANS TO WONDER AT THE SUN
AND IN THE DARKENSS OF GROWING OLD THE MOON BE DONE
BUT NO ONE HAS THE POWER OVER A CLOCK WITH GOLDEN HANDS
AND UNDERSTOOD IS SUDDENLY THE FACT THAT THE UNIVERSE AND CONFIDNECE HAVEFINALLY BEEN ALLIGNED
AND THEN YOU GET TO THE POINT WHERE ONE IS WISE AND KNOWS WE WEREN'T MEANT TO BE CONFINED
THEN I SEE I A ROPE AND AN EXIT WORTHY OF DEATH
HANG BY THAT ROPE WITH MY THROAT RESTRICTED OF BREATH
OR, WHEN THE DEEPEST EMOTION OF DARKNESS HAS BEGUN
PERHAPS THAT IS THE TIME FOR THE STAGE DIRECTOR TO CALL FOR THE GUN
BUT HERE IS MY CONUNDRUM I CHOOSE TO CALL CONFUSION
I AM AN INCONSISTENT AND TAWDRY CONCLUSION
BUT I CANNOT SUMMON THE WILL TO DIE
AND NEVER KICK THE CHAIR
DO I MAKE MYSELF AMPLY CLEAR?
I WANT TO DIE BUT I AM AFRAID TO GO AND RUN FOR THE GUN
AND THEN THERE ARE PEOPLE WHO DECIDE WHEN ENOUGH IS ENGOUGH
BECAUSE AT NINETY YEARS OLD EVERYTHING IS ROUGH
THE ONLY THINGS LEFT ARE RELICS AND REMEMBRANCES OF DANCING DOWN
BROADWAY WHEN OUR FACES WEREN'T WITHERING AWAY BY WRINKLES WORN
AND ALL THE FABRIC OF UNCERTAINTY WE HAVE TORN
YET MY FRIEND FROM DOWN THE BLOCK DID HIMSSELF IN AND HIS NAME WAS HOWARD
AND I WAS ALIVE
STILL TO STRIVE
YES HE DID, HE JUST KICKED THE CHAIR IN
DESPITE THE FACT THAT HE KNEW IT WAS A MORTAL SIN
SO NOW I ASK, BETWEEN ME WANTING TO DIE BUT NEVER ABLE TO KICK THE CHAIR
OR THE MAN WHO WANTS TO KILL HIMSELF AND DOES LIKE HOWARD,
I ASK YOU, WHO IS THE BIGGER COWARD?
(C) 2011.....~free cee!~

WHO AM I, TO QUESTION GOD?
BUT I DID!
I ASKED WHY YOU TOOK HER SO SOON.
I LOVED HER, I NEEDED HER!
TO FEEL HER STRENGTH WHEN I FELT POWERLESS.
TO FEEL LOVE WHEN I FELTS SO ALONE.
SHE GUIDED ME THRU THE DARKNESS.
MADE LIFE BEARABLE IN TIMES OF DESPAIR.
GAVE WHAT SHE HAD AND NEVER IN DOUBT.
SACRIFICE HER HEALTH TO PUT FOOD AND SHELTER BEFORE US.
SHE NEVER LET US KNOW HER PAINS.
PUT ON A MASK AND WENT ABOUT HER DAILY TASK.
AS I GOT OLDER, IT WAS MY TIME.
TO TREAT HER AS SHE DONE ME.
BUT THE TIME YOU GAVE WAS TOO QUICK.
I NEVER KNEW SHE WAS SICK.
I PRAYED TO YOU.
I BEGGED YOU.
BUT I GUESS YOU KNEW WHAT WAS BEST.
YOU TOOK ONE OF YOUR GREATEST CREATION.
YOU TOOK MY MOTHER HOME AND LET HER REST.

You annoy me and I don`t want you to
Tiny pieces of you physically remain here
Like building blocks cynically laughing at me, saying
"He may have left, but he wanted you to remember."
Like the blood soaked sheet after a miscarriage
Like seemingly happy photographs with someone I didn`t love
Like the nauseating smell of something unfortunately familiar
You`ve left your footprints here in this place
To be almost angrily thought of, but never thrown out
For fear of getting rid of someone to blame for something that really needs no blame.

Grey and dread or Grey and Read
Doubtful times, I'll stay in bed
Grey passive cobwebbed mind
Stay transfixed in one's own time
Bridled grief and subdued sorrow
Works unspoken until tomorrow
Words of affection left to mellow
Now are lost on this deathly fellow
Chronicles of memories future's fade
Dogged thoughts of grief pervade
Cataclysmic erruptions of heart and soul
One can't cry out, perhaps exact the toll
Hours spent on sympathetic jestures
"Take you scarf and gloves and sit here sir!"
Fragrant flowers in the meadows
Bury him deep beside the willows
Eulogized with gracious words of wit
But still the hollow empty body sits
Still in shock the angry mind silently rages
Your life has changed, just turn the pages.

it was simple and beautiful
not one of monetary riches
but one of love, hope and joy
to share the love
to grow and hold the love
both in her body and in her arms

Doctors told her it would not, could not happen
medications needed to keep her alive had stopped that chance.
acceptance came, slowly,
but the yearning never stopped.
the dream was just that, always to be a dream

life was lived, to the full, not held back
beside her man she worked the day of a man, and then some
her body became healthy and stronger
but the doctors reminded her it would not, could not happen

pigheaded, determined, work to be done, timber to be cut
nausea, nah medication
bloating, nah medication,
always a something else it could be
it would not, could not happen, the doctors said so

keep sawmilling girl, you can get through this
keep lifting those chunks of timber
back pain, stomach pains, what in the hell is going on?
it would not, could not be... could it?

crouched beside the big pile of bluestone
on a cold June day
it would and could happen
a dream so badly desired
dreams of a lifetime
were gained and shattered

Grace came into the world, and left at the same time
tears flowed, guilt descended
maybe if she had listened to her body
believed in her dream
it might have been

Grace, forever in her heart

The sadness comes,
like a hurricane,
like a tidal wave,
but I am brave,

You were lost,
beneath its furls,
head in the sand,
dead to the world,

I'll always find a reason not to go,
I'll always find some reason left to stay,
I fell in love with a monster, outside the window,
I fell in love with a widow, who never sleeps,

Through the night,
I hear you still,
singing songs,
from my window sill,

In my dreams,
of way back when,
you knock down doors,
coming in again,

______________

The road is cold, and it just gets colder,
When you break a heart, it grows back older,
The road is long, and it just gets longer,
When you break a heart, it grows back harder,

You are all that I can see,
The Drowning - A floating hand not far from me.

A cry in the night with a startled awakening
A cold sweat and an uncontrolled shakening
Worried of a cherished loved one
Fears of their health and what is to come
We think the worst but prey for the best
But our misgivings make us a pititful mess
It is what makes us human ...could be much worse
This humanity which is both a blessing and curse
Gives us stress and changes our course
Confuses our mind like an unknown force
But gives us caring and the ability to love
Fond memories strived for and won
It is what makes us human...could be much worse
The ability to care and worry are both a blessing and curse
Any yet it is what it is and most of us
Would have it no other way
The good with the bad
The happy with the sad
It is peoples range of feelings that
Makes life both horrible and fantastic
The alternative is a clinical anestetic option
With no feelings that would simply leave us numb
It is what makes the good times great
and awesome by comparison
So grab life with a vengeance and
Do your best to help others, knowing
There are valleys of darkness between the peaks of bright
Weather the storms but live for...... the sunlight