Last Commented Loss / Death Poems (1,049)

I know not what you could have been
A saint so pure or full of sin
I pray only that your happy now
And if my seed, my love is vow

Travelling down a lonely road..
Oh what a heavy burden you must have felt
that you carried..
Although you always wore a smile to hide your frown..
Things might have ended quite differently.
You know you let so many people down..

We can't always see inside of you..
We can't always be expected to know
if you don't say..
But hindsight is always twenty twenty..
At least that's what they say..

Why did you make the choice to just checkout..
We could have found a better way..
Where twilight's always dark and cold,
Tomorrow's always another day..

And I know that you weren't thinking
At the time about anyone but you..
But trust me we're not holding
that against you,

But maybe if we knew..
If you had tried to talk this over..
Might the ending have been rearranged..
If you had let us in , leaned on us.
Maybe you'd still be here and ok..
Where you belong..
Who's to say..If you had waited for a new day.

So many times I've asked the question why..
How could you just leave us without even saying good-bye,
So many times I've wondered all the what ifs
And never any answers.. no reasons why..it is what it is..

Nobody is indestructible..
None of us should think
That if we choose to end it all..
Someone will save us in the nick of time..
But I know that's what you were counting on,

And then time got in your way..
You didn't really want to go....
This we all know..
But now you're gone away...
If only hindsight was twenty twenty
Then I guess we might have known..
Oh Jay.. why did you have to end it all this way?
I'd give up anything, if only you could have stayed..
Please God keep him in your sight... I pray.
For Jay.

I walk the streets of memory
A town of empty ruins
The streets are paved with misery
On which my dreams are strewn
Darkness filled with imagery
A scene where players play
A stage where pain is symmetry
I long to turn the page
I hear the call of chivalry
The death of empty words
I feel I'm moved to rivalry
A duel of broken swords
I feel my soul in agony
I long to simply run
But chains I've forged through blasphemy.
They drag me from the sun.
So here I lay a memory
A cold and empty shell
The tears I've shed in misery
My story now they tell

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There's someone on my shoulder
There's someone by my side
There's someone in my ear,their presence is hard to hide
Such comfort i am blessed with whenever they're around
I thank you for the kindness,the advice and all the love,
Please accept my heartfelt thoughts to all of u above.......

<<To Those Who Have Lost Their Lovers at War>>

We’re forced not to leave this fanfaronade
We’re sure this is just part of a serenade
Away from our states we are ready-made
To rehearse a majestic harlequinade
The Chief Executive’s common crusade
Who is harbored with a fresh lemonade
In the white House’s nestling stockade
No matter if my beloved’s missed in this charade
Perhaps she’s strolling in a promenade
Or is enjoying drinking a limeade
Or is just crying for me in a palisade
Oh I will not trade her for this pasquinade
Oh some shrapnel from a cannonade
Is
To abrade
My heart.

genius like a shine in a crazy diamond, to the other side of the lightened moon, heightened to staged silence. . . ephemera perhaps. . . recluse'd to a pivotal gaze within his cast bricks an mortar, grass grew entangled throughout perimetered wrought, of a flat once flourished of life an lyrical thought. . . .

Fifty years later I still cry in the cold rainy night
As I stand by the door.

I never dreamed that a father could hurt a child
As much as you hurt me.

But all you did was live and then much too early die
Before I even got to know you.

I sometimes wonder if the pain might be less for me
If I could have said goodbye.

Then I think of others gone
and I know that your loss
would have torn my soul,
no matter when.

The kettle whistled on the stove as she tottered about the kitchen; something always on her mind, yet never shed on to the minds of others. 'An Irish heart' - so true and loyal, she bore her burden well.

Worry - I believe that was always her main ailment, as a result of her unconditional love for her family an her constant desire for all to be well. Even a small row between siblings over 'spilt milk' would upset her - her caring religous nature shone through her actions. I always respected her powerful faith that things would always mend themselves and that any imbalance of good and evil would always rectify itself.

Her never-ending belief in the power of good in society, and in God, is what I believe sustained her seventy-eight years of life. A life which I am truly thankful for...as it is the backbone of my own.

A quiet woman, who never once seeked recognition for the extent of the kindness and love that she shared; never once acknowledged for her unenviable role in sustaining the peace in her household.

My Granny, a modest woman, with 'An Irish heart', so true and loyal...I love her still. x

Father, I fell in your shadow,
your shaded brilliance overlaid
every compass point of my life.

I haven't your talents;
the gods do not love me.
Athena weaves no passion
to fill my shell-curved ear.

The palace of Minos
breeds not ingenuity but beauty
and obedience, as plentiful
as the phallic columns of white marble.
There I learned to bow low,
with a pleasing, humble countenance.

Something never required of you
--star-crowned of heaven--
casting your fate over kings
and kingdoms; careless
of royal pomp and pageantry,
drunkenly inhaling the gods' exhale.

The cunning gods tempted me to excess;
I was teased to Olympian heights, caught and
cauterized by the Cloud-Gatherer's thunderbolt,
when light-bearing Aether abandoned me.

Oh faithless feathers,
how glorious your flight!
Caressed by Aether's pure air
into weightless being...until
melted wax wings bleed pinions, and
weighted, they spiral the upper sky.

I paid the price for your fame and folly;
consecrated, sacrificed for safe passage
to the Trident of the ocean;
Earth Shaker, Storm Bringer~
rider of azure sea-foam horses...

I cried as I fell, “Father, please save me!”
But you could not hear, your anointed ears
both deaf and dumb to earthly concerns;
so distracted by divine emanations
that Poseidon swallowed me whole,
plunging me to my own fame.

The Sea and land to bear my name;
where you, deep-mouthed, screamed pain,
holding your child's broken body,
ancient oceans trapped in my eyes.

My ANGEL IN BLACk

Sitting in the darkness one cold winter night
Alone with memories confused
As to why her existence mattered at all
For an evil spirit it touched her soul
But God had a strong hold and would not let go
He did not forsake her or leave her that night
He sent her an angel to show her the light

He stood in the door way a prince of a man
In a black leather jacket and bible in hand
His voice was so gentle so cool so calm
Touching her shoulder hand held up high
Closing his eyes he then did reply

Jesus sent me to save you I’ll do you no harm
In Jesus name you must go on
Days will get better the nights not so long
The pain you are filling soon will be gone
She felt the stillness that filled the air
And knew that her guardian angel was there

Her guardian angel was not dressed in white
He had no halo that glowed in the night
He had no wings of silver or gold
For her guardian angel wore black leather clothes

Written by
Dorothy Elaine Calvert
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