Last Commented Loss / Death Poems (1,049)

We speak
their names into the sky,
across the void
we call out to them.

We seek signs
they have made it through-
to give us a word, some hint
of what happens
when we die.

They don't reply-

just stand in the shadows
and shake their heads at us.

As I lay dying.
My heart bleeds for thee.
Beating slowly and rythmically.
I can feel each pulse inside of me.
I slowly close my eyes to a mortal world one last time.
My body grows light as the life flows from me.
My soul sinks into despair as I think of what I am leaving.
My heart aches and my chest is heaving.
One life left behind on this evening.
As I lay dying.
My heart bleeds for thee.

some people say;
That when your time has come to pass.
After you close your eyes to die.
Your soul lifts up, in an aura of gas.
And floats it's way up to the sky.

Other people say;
That when your buried in your plot.
Six feet under ground.
All you do is rot.
And no one hears a sound

But you don't have to worry.
For you know what you'll find.
you'll always be here,
in my heart and mind.

Today i will set you free
All this time you've being with me
Let your soul take to the sky
Now its time to free my mind

I carried you along just like a prayer
All was silent but i knew you were there
Like the tide you would come and go
Your strength for love i will always hold

Today i will set you free
All this time you've being with me
Let your soul take to the sky
Now its time to free my mind

When I am no longer here
Do not stand up
and say mealy mouthed
How this or that I was as a person
If you have not told me this
to my face.
Do not lie and say that
You will miss me
If you have not kept in contact
By phone
By email
By letter
By prayer
By radio
By visiting
I was here all the time
Sending messages and receiving none
noting my invitiations were ignored
Do not stand up and wipe away false tears
What use is that to me
Did you ever see my real ones?
Do not come in all your funeral finery
To spout your empty speeches
I will not be able to hear you
So
save
your
breath

They say that time heals all wounds. But that cannot be.
Time does not seem to be healing the pain in me.
The hurt just seems to go on.
Day after day. I feel so all alone.
Since you have gone away.
Not a breath I take that you are not there.
If only in my thoughts.
If really there is a God. Why does he not care?
To leave one of us behind and take the other.
How can that be fair?
So I must go on. To face another day.
Waiting for this pain to slowly fade away.
I never dreamed of a future without you by my side.
Nor have I ever thought I would have to live a lie.
To smile and act as if today is just a day.
To make others feel that healing is on its way.
You asked me to take your hand.
To walk with you thru life.
To be your love, to be your wife.
You said to follow you. That you would lead the way.
We laughed and we played.
Thru life's ups and downs.
Now there is just me.
And your not around.
What am I to do.
I never really knew.
How much my life depended on loving you.

No sense now of either time or space
just endless rivers fall down the face and
grief constricts like a knot pulled so fast that no human finger can ever undo.
Sadness is worn like a cloak that is always the perfect fit and
memories emerge of a desire as endless as the ocean, where there was no space between water and the horizon, blue overlapping blue. Each single memory is a wave stirring, interrupting the vastness.
Loss, a thick, grey, sinewy rope, constricts the throat to a narrow entry from which no discernible sound can escape. It claws at the lining of the soul with its long, curved, cruel talons so that the mechanisms of the mind are almost paralysed with the unutterable fear of having to survive yet another day.
Tenderness wanders redundantly, aimlessly in the annals of senseless bewilderment.Loneliness, constant companion, tidies its drawer again possessively and makes its own tea.
The vast chasm of space that was occupied by your soul aches with the incomprehensibility of eternal separation.

'Bad dreams in the night
they told me I was going to loose the fight.
too long I roam in the night
I m coming back this side to make it right.'

He was not my father, though he might as well have been,
And he was once a sailor, in the fight against Japan.
My two best friends are his sons, loyal through-and-through.
He used to take us fishing, in a spring-fed creek he knew.
We roasted ears of corn from a nearby farmer’s field,
And chilled some watermelons where the spring was crystal clear.

I’d watch the brothers catching crawdads, baiting up their lines,
‘Til one fine day I got the nerve, and finally baited mine.
My first fish was caught there, a catfish ‘bout this big,
On that self-same crawdad, that I shakily had rigged.
I learned to swim in that old creek, in our favorite hole,
We hiked the hills around it, ‘til we could walk no more.

We’d build a fire from deadfall limbs and watch it all night long.
And maybe tell a joke or two, or sing a favorite song.
Blue-gill perch and pumpkinseed were our evening fare.
Cooked crispy, sweet and savory with tender loving care,
By their Mom, the sweetest woman you could ever meet,
Who’d care for us, watch over us, ‘til in the tent we’d creep.

We’d giggle and we’d talk, ‘til up a snore would float,
The two awake just rolling at the third’s symphonic note.
We’d talk awhile, and laugh some more, and finally settle down.
But I was always last to go, a natural night-owl.
I’d put my chin upon my hands, and look out through the fly,
At this very special mariner, we’ll miss until we die.

The morning sun brings beams of light,
that weave their way warm and bright,
into my room, where I lay,

I rub my eyes and slowly rise,
another start to another day,
then memories come flooding in,
events unfold of where I've been,

outside on my window sill, robins sing,
my mind just hears a church bell ring,
the day is bright, but I see rain,
my heart is heavy, throbbing pain,

for yesterday you went away,
soo suddenly, you coul'nt stay,
for 30 years twas you and I,
I never thought,
you'd ever die.

The lone, the cold
weary, dreary
unsettled in their new home
their sojourn a mystery
uncertainty roams
Prowling shapes envelop the door
as Pluto unleashes his damned hoardes
eternity sealed inside their mind
how hurriedly they know not
the lies spoonfed long since
cannot help them here.
Only their fear
resides and thrives
feasting on their futile fate
thrashing about in the heart's cage.
Yet, feeling nothing, not numb
pain vociferous, yet dumb
How canst they continue on?
The toil etched into their eyes
baggage hanging off the brow
Channels well dug in thy alabaster dome
as they arrive where they shall call home.
Abandon all hope
if it not abandoned thee;
embrace only your misery
for nothing before you you shall see
yet thine eyes will wild dance
with fanciful horrors
terrors once unbeknown
residing
where they call home.