Last Commented Loss / Death Poems (1,049)

when....
when will this pain end
and these crushed diamonds stop falling from my eys
will he ever walk in
and save my night

when will this nightmare end
where the demons play there games
when they come in and play with my emotion


how will i see his face
the one to save my from this place

will you walk in and save me from the place
of anger and hate

no card this year,
no hug,
your smile
will eventually vanish
from my memory
and your name will
remain with a tear
next to it.
i just found out,
i didn't get a chance
to hug you again,
to wish you merry christmas
to stare at your slow
steps as you approch me.
i just found out and
i will never get a chance
to say what a wonderful
person i always considered you.
your unique gestures, fresh
in my mind
but your scent buried
i just found out

We all grieve for our departed souls. The heart's pains runs so deep. We could only imagine, your pain at your own loss. Our pains are unique to us. Yet the pain of the human soul, has transcended though us all. So we all connect in a special way. Our loss we all bear individually. In my case it's my mother. Mom i wish u were still here!

im afraid


its been a really long time but its back

i am so tired

i am worried

im afraid im afraid im afraid

Crying on the inside, with a smile on my face,
All my emotions i do erase.
All alone I break apart,
My heart is like abstract art .
No beginning, no ending,
My thoughts of not offending.
Just another face, the heart unseen,
To you a clean blank screen.

In cemetery of love we are not alone,
There are many of us who have passed days in love,
And just like the moths, attracted to fire,
Naive, we died, scorched by desire.

It's quiet like in Eden, no nightingale is heard,
We've since been long forgotten, forgotten you and I.

You can call or not from night until dawn,
You can waken me up from night until dawn,
You can beg or not from night until dawn,
The moths were burned, the nightingales stopped!

It's quiet like in Eden, no nightingale is heard,
We've since been long forgotten, forgotten you and I.
... No sound is heard of nightingale in cemetery of love ...

You have left, where you touched every place,there's now an empty space in our lives,
every room, every item, your clothing I sense and smell you still,
the cat sits and looks into space, is it you that he sees ?
I come home from work and call your name I wait for you to run down the stairs but all there is is a vacuum of my own sorrow.
I imagine you in your special heavenly place with animals and play stations and
pizzas and whatever you want, without me to put a brake on and tell you to study or feed the dogs,
I smile when I think of your face,and your laugh, then weep for my own selfish loss, your brothers and sister cope in their own private way, its so hard, the worst possible pain, your sister is pregnant, a new life being formed, will you see the baby before it is born ?
I know you are with me in your own special way, at the graveyard yesterday you were with me, I felt your presence then you went away.

24.11.10 a day as black as night,
twenty nine good working men lost their epic fight.

The mine it had the final say,
Pike River is no more.

For families, friends and colleagues all,
the grief is real and raw.

Remember though, those mining men were doing what they loved,
may those poor souls and all at home find solace from above.

R.I.P

A millenium it seemed when it rolled down her cheek
Eyes lit like sun in fathoms of wet
She'd not asked for this
Yet her heart took her there
Vision obscure with mind full aware

Calendars in cradle each day marks an X
Expired as they lay on the counter in view
Was her heart brought her here
Flame burned so bright
Eleven in the pile workin on twelve

To the minute of day was his last gentle kiss
That last tear was found when her heart let it go~

posted this in a thread-
wanted to post here too- thanks

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NOT REFERRING TO ANYONE HERE

it is always amazing to me
how self centered and tunnel visioned some people can be

always wrapped up in their sense of dread

only listen to whats in their own head

how can one walk in only their shoes
never giving thought to what their actions do

never address those that they harm
tenuously wrapped in their self pitying arms

telling their story
tho crooked it may be
convincing themselves by the time they tell three

clutching their right to be wrong cuz they're hurt
blaming all else but not willing to work

diligently they create their latest sad story
and with each telling the storys more gory

i see myself in the words above
tho its been a long time and required a shove

now i take my turn on this end
and dont like it here either-
if i only had the chance i'd be the forgiver

why dont we just tell the truth with our lives
rather than spin these boggling delectable lies

seems such a waste and time is so short

for me im old now and id rather comport
my love and affection with ease to secure
a love and true trust that surely endures


wow that was cool i just made that up



i made it up following a visit elsewhere
reading and sighing and having a stare
i was so hideously amazed i couldnt abide
and will not let my reaction gum up me insides