Last Commented Loss / Death Poems (1,049)

Behind the black curtain
She sits in a chair
Waiting for her name to be called
As she sits and waits
night time falls
the halls have been cleared
the walls all bare
How long has it been
Since somebody has been here

Her once beautiful black hair
Has turned a shade of gray
Her bright smile
Has no life to it
Her brown eyes
Have lost there spark
How long as she been sitting in the dark

The black curtain
All weathered and worn
This lady her heart so torn
how long has she sat here and mourned

She sings songs of a life that’s now gone
She dances in her head
She pretends she’s in his arms
Her heart pounding to the sounds
The music makes her sway
what she would give
If only she could have him for a day

The light peeps through the curtains
She closes her eyes
She can’t look at the sunlight
She sits behind the dark curtain
Waiting for her name to be called
She falls to her knees
She begs please
Take me to you
Let this be my last call

I touch the frosty glass,
And for a brief moment
In the night
The shadow suddenly grows
Closer.
My imagination ? Maybe...

I know you found peace
On distant shores.
How is it to live
There?
How is it to breathe ?
My fear? maybe ...

I know our life is a gift
Of downs, ups,
Rules of the game,
But at the frosty side
Of the glass
You wait
I feel
And I will come
To you one day
Or night.
I never have enough
Of sadness, love
And voices in the mist

My dad died today
a solemn Wednesday. In May.
Dozens, long unseen
converged that day
to pray and to comfort
the soon bereaved.
Proud he was,
pulled his last breath only
when we left the room
In privacy.

But I had been there
to observe the ritual
of his passing.
Strange odors, unnatural heat.
His yellowed eyes
a distraction from
his laboured breathing
and shame of wilting
away.

………………………..

Buried my dad today.
Small funeral. Big change
He lay stiff, in brown suit,
Cold, handsome
And dead.
Fatherly smirk,
plain as Day, hinted
a last smile and
blissful nothingness.

Catholic priest,
paid to speak eloquently
Pretended on pulpit
they were aquaintances.
Untouched by the sadness
that stilled my siblings
I fidgeted. My brain
strained to process
His absence.

I viewed the world's life
With my own, with untold strife
Full of joys and pain both
We are in unison, betrothed
Neither could put wrongs right
So we sit and ponder into the night
We can't go our separate ways
So here we sit together, staying, swaying
Each thinking our own thoughts
In the end it all comes to naught
One ends, one's caught
In never ending struggles, fraught

There are fifty dead
Lifeless blossoms tinged dark red
Hearts around world bleed

I had my dog
It saved me from darkness
It gave me quietness
When all was lost
When the stars
Disappeared
And the earth turned
Into a ridiculous globe
And God seemed to leave
The heavens
My dog came to me
And whilst crying
With my face buried deep
Within her fur
I suddenly felt better
The stars came
Back to the sky
And all the questions
Were gone
From my head
She looked into my eyes
And saved me
From my eternal battle.
I had a dog
Her forever name
Was Dera

PRAYER TO THE GRAVE
STEPHEN DUNNE

ON THE SURFACE OF THE HEART,
THIS INSANITY DRONES,
AND HOW CAN I FEEL,
WHEN I ALL I FEEL IS ALONE.

THIS KISS OF DEATH,
IS THE HARDEST ONE TO RECIEVE,
AND IN ALL MY PRAYERS
FOR YOUR SOUL I NOW GRIEVE.

SEEING YOU LIE THERE NOW,
I JUST CAN’T UNDERSTAND,
AS I REACH OUT TO TOUCH YOU,
ALL I FEEL IS YOUR COLD HAND

AND I CAN HIDE THE TRUTH
BEHIND THE COMFORT OF MY EYES,
AND I’LL KEEP ON SMILING
THROUGH THIS FAMILIAR DISGUISE.

SHE USED TO SAVE ME,
WHEN I NEEDED SAVING THE MOST,
NOW I’M LEFT WITH MEMORIES
AND BEING SAVED BY A GHOST.

AND WHEN NIGHTTIME COMES WITH ITS FEARS,
I CAN HIDE HERE IN its TEARS,
IN IT’S SHADOW OF REALITY,
I BECOME PART OF ITS INSANITY

AND WHEN I WALK,
EVERY SIDEWALK AND EVERY STREET,
YOUR MEMORY STILL BURNS,
BURNS UP AROUND MY FEET

AND DO YOU KNOW YOU MADE ME CRY,
AND DO YOU KNOW YOU MADE ME WEEP,
I WILL BE WIDE AWAKE TONIGHT,
TONIGHT WHEN I SLEEP.

I CANT UNCHAIN THE FEELINGS,
OF THE HAPPINESS YOU’VE DONE,
I’M LOST IN TWO WORLDS,
FALLING APART IN ONE




AND I’VE NEVER SEEN ANGELS,
AND I DONT BELIVE IN GHOSTS,
THE ONLY THING KEEPING ME HANGING ON,
IS YOUR SWEET MEMORY OF NOTES.

SO WHEN I CLOSE MY EYES,
PLEASE HOLD ME TIGHT,
SEE THIS SOUL SAFFELY,
SAFELY THROUGH THE NIGHT

NOW I LIE HERE MOTIONLESS,
CONFUSED AND LOST,
YOU WERE WORTH MORE TO ME,
MORE THAN ANY COST

I WANT TO TAKE YOU HOME,
BUT I’M NOT SURE WHERE IT IS,
A FRAGMENT OF REMEMBERENCE,
ALTHOUGH IT WAS JUST A KISS,

I’LL CARRY THESE THINGS LONG,
MY MEMORIES OF YOU,
BUT HOW CAN I LIVE,
KNOWING THAT YOU DONT LIVE TOO.

In body and soul
You where here
Taken from us
Now your gone
Are tears flowed
Hearts broken
I carried your box to heavens gate
The doors opened they let you in
Are kind dear mother
Now your gone
We carry you in are hearts
And are souls
We won't forget you now your gone
God bless you mother

humanity where are we?
in full gear, fully armed
we are on the war path
and directly heading to be damned
Paris, a city of beauty and light
accosted by the atrocities
of what is wrong and unjust

have we gone berserk
have we lost our minds?
have we embraced the dark
and forget there is light?
oh what an excuse, imperialist
here and there:
making the rich live in decadence
while the poor and wretched live lower than dirt?

you have forgotten
this day has been prophesied
it has been written and destined
alas, the eighty percent in jubilation
thinking it is their redemption
perhaps, it is..

but oh no, this is the mark
the progression of the "haves"
at the expense of the have "nots"
sure, laugh at me, I face your contempt
it is my fault for not standing up
as you remain silent to my pleas

the time has come
let us face and dance
your God and my God,
is one and the same

but my right to live,
my freedom,
doesn't make any difference
we're both born naked
and back to dust no more no less
one and the same..rotten
buried in the same dirt.

Do not weep when I have gone
Whistle that tune or sing that song
Hum that melody that we used to play
Look to the clouds on a clear summer’s day

And think of me as you always have done
Remember that I shall forever be my mother’s son
As you pass the old oak that bears our mark
Whistle that tune we first heard from the lark

Gently let the grass hold you within its sway
As the breeze hums that melody we used to play
Where the crickets chime up in a glorious chorus
And you absorb the beauty of the flowering floras

Drift down to the stream where we sat and dreamt
And paddled like children thinking how this was meant
Remember how instantly we both broke out in song
And days were so lazy and nights were not as long

Think of me often as the tears glisten your face
Whistle that tune as you sit at our secret place
And as the tears overcome you in an emotional tide
Look up to the sky and see the swallow glide

And dry those tears you must not weep for me
Remember fondly those days in the old oak tree
And live your life as you know I want you too
Forever I will always be thinking of you