Last Commented Loss / Death Poems (1,049)

A raging river fills up again with the tears that have falling,
a voice rings out loud in fear, as her mother is heard calling,
another child has been lost and can't be found anywhere at all,
with no steps to be traced another poster is placed on the wall,
time passes on and all hope seems lost with no word on her case,
as a father looks for his little girl, can't find her any place,
years go by the tears begin to dry like a drought upon the skin,
as the front door opens she's standing there waiting to come in,
all grown up now no longer that little girl she'd been back then,
she clears her throat to tell her parents just where she has been,
I was lost to a world of darkness found my way back into the light,
by looking up and praying to my lord in heaven each and every night,
it was my Lord who had found me lying there my heart all ripped and torn, that reminded me how blessed I had been to have such loving and caring parents to whom I had been born...

I trust I'll get to my funeral some time
procrastination being a timeless trait
I meant to end this life sublime
But I seem to be terminally late

I apologize to you making my eulogy
I really am sorry to make you wait
I appreciate the kind words you'll say
But I seem to be terminally late

The pall bearers stand by idle
While will readers prize the estate
I just knew I wanted to be there
But I seem to be terminally late

The flowers look splendid I'm sure
The songs are lovely and sedate
The choir's never gonna sound better
But I seem to be terminally late

Don't worry about me or my soul
If ol' devil comes lookin' I'll skate
Cause I've loved this life I been livin'
But I seem to be terminally late

Sign the guest book please, I thank you
Say hello to my sorrowful soul mate
I'll make it up to you all, someday
But I seem to be terminally late

© agoodguy2have 2010-07-25

Dear Sister

Can I ask your time just to stand beside me for a while?
Can I ask your time just to feel my breath just before...?
Can I ask your time just to sing little song we sang when i was small?

Dear Sister

Am so sorry, that i caused trouble in your lfe and our family life
Am so sorry, that i make your head spinning when i stole your jewels
Am so sorry, that i made mom cry and dad angry

Dear Sister

i want you to know, that i actually want to get health, which impossible
I want you to know that i dont want to hurt you and our family, specially mom
I want you to know, that i do not want to be hated by all of my other sisters and brothers...

Its my mistake, its my crime
But please forgive what i had done to you and to the whole family
Please tell them, i need their apology before....
specially to you, who lost your lots of time and investment to get me better, its my crime.

Its my time coming, please hold my hand in this great big cozy hospital you bring me to alive...
But its too late, its my choice and its my crime to you
Dark angel came to me, cloud everywhere

Dear sister

Please knew, i love you most like i love mom, and its really pure my crime.
don't hate me, don't forgot about me, take me as your kid lesson. Tell to her that i make mistake and go to whereever God take me
Please don't you ever cry at this day ever again, please tell mom i want to see her smile as i need to go.

then i cry, even he ask me to smile. Please Go my lovely brother, you released your pain away now.

My Dad Joe and incredible man
way back in he's wonderful mind
A condidion kicks in of an
unimaginable kind.

Cancer is its name, pain is what it
causes,it acts as an unthinkable game
for it never pauses

we didn't see it coming,we had no time to prepare
the cancer took his life as if it did'nt give
a care

As I watch this terrible disease take a one I love
I cant help but ask for strength from the one
up above

For my Dad Joe each breath is weaker than the last
I pray to get help,I pray to cure the past
to God I ask to cure the pain I feel
I asked him for the help
I asked him to heal

I can see it in hes eyes
I can see it on hes face
he's had a happy life
he's ready to finish the race

He's been through so much
Its time for him to go home
to leave behind sorrow and pain and see were happiness and laughter could roam

If I ever need to talk to him
I'II just look up at the stars
He'll be there to listen
He'll be right next to God

This day I wish I could forget
I wish to leave it all behind
I wish to have a life recorder so I could just push rewind

So God we need you now please take him by the hand
take him up to where he belongs help him
to understand

Now the memorises will always linger they'll never go away
You'll have them to love and remember to start a brand new
Day

The hurt we are all feeling now wont go away overnight but
someway,somehow everthing will turn out allright

He's now seated at the right hand
were one day we'll meet again
The Lord is with you Dad he welcomes you home
Heaven is your home now and God is your savour
God loves you Dad and he is proud to bring you home

Its hard letting you go Dad but I trust in God and I belive
he has you home
your sprit lives on and your soul forever will rest in the
presences of the lord

we will always love and miss you Dad
and always remember that smile,that caring heart that warm embrace
you always gave us and we will look forward to the day we can
be with you in heaven

Floating
amidst a cold, impersonal sea,
adrift
interspersed by deceptive jubilee
alone
None to save thee
suffering
numb to life's trivial cares
drowning
by thy own device.
Orphaned,
disowned by the world,
forlorn,
waiting, sea shall claim its bounty
sinking
embracing a cerulean deep
alone
none knowing thy demise.

i.m. Aunt Marjorie

The day of her funeral it
snowed, the only day of the
year on which there was
snow. The cortege crawled to
the chapel. Afterwards in
the cemetery, we
clustered in groups,
recalling the clusters who
kept watch by her bed. 'A
lovely service so it was,'
people kept saying, and
the snow lay there like
confetti.

I can see the sickness in your eyes,
It can never be washed away no matter how much you cry.
It is sad and hurts because i know.
I once traveled that path not to long ago.
The only way i can help.. is to pray for you as someone once prayed for me
and when i see you next time..... I hope that you can hold your head up high,......
and no longer down at your feet

You were the first one to see my potential,
this white child, alone among your tribe.
You saw the man inside the boy, whose emotions
were too great to hide.

You taught me to string a bow and shoot a rifle
you taught me to fight for what was right and good,
you taught me to be a man.

For years we ran in the jungles,
brothers, friends, kindred spirits.
we'd run through the rivers and the trees.
You showed me how to move like a whisper,
to caress the jungle like the wind through grass.

you were not scared of anything
you were a warrior, the protector of your tribe,
gardian of the old ways,
the living spirit of our people.

you were an excellent brother,
your strenght made me stronger.
you taught me to see like a hawk,
to tease out the narative of tracks.
I was Gli-Gli.
I was Enape.

Then came the expedition.

The night was filled with the primeval shrieks of war cries,
the Guahibo charge unyielding at our camp.
The air is thick with the crack of rifle fire and the bloood curdling screams of the dying.
Your keen eyes saw the archers release there strings,
you leaped before me,

five arrows pierce your chest.

From deep within me rises the mighty warrior you trained,
I burn with hatred and disregard.
My body is sheen in blood and sweat,
you lie in eternal peace at my feet.

I fight with every last shred of hunanity, driving the Guahibo far beyond, my rifle licking at their heels.
the day is ours, but i have lost too much to care.

I loved you my Enape brother
you made me the man i am today.
You gave me the wisdom and strenght
of our noble tribe.
You made me Enape.

What strange irony, that
After years of admiration
Of that dark harbinger
Which fosters abysmal notions
I write of elegance found
In their decided slowness

Irony, not in the writing
But in the experience soon after
In all my life, not fifty feet
Or less, has ever separated us
Except on this strange day

Late for work, and swiftly through the door
[House guests often upset one's schedule]
Out then, to that vacant country road
Where, found feasting, and lifting away
The Raven cannot alight fast enough

First in my life, I can almost touch
Only six feet away, perhaps less
But sadly the encounter happens this way
There, at one hundred miles an hour
Ensuring this, that Raven's last day

And on a sunny, summer evening
With hardly a cloud in the sky
As I pass by that black roadside lump
Traversing my path in reverse
There is thunder overhead
And rain begins, randomly, to pour

Your love lived in every cell of mine
Our souls and genes still intertwine
loss of you nightmares crush my mind
no peace from them I ever find

When he scared you I felt your fear
if he came you kept me near
Protecting me from all his harm
his handsome anger, rage and charm

Such a little while together were we
just long enough to teach me, me
you taught me every word I said
the grief still screams throughout my head

In every way you put me first
gently corrected me at my worst
aware of your suffering waterless thirst
things left unsaid so full dam burst

Gone when I was so small and young
left out in the cold, my coat undone
by my beautiful, dreamy, temporary mum

You taught me all I know that’s good
would you know me now?
I hope that you would. x