Last Commented Loss / Death Poems (1,049)

This I would ask you in response, my dear old friend,
Do you sincerely think it rather matters if it's Life or Death?
We know, Life’s transient, no use to trust it much,
In Life’s embrace beware and never loose your touch.
Life, when it’s dancing, see how well it twists and bends,
Don’t put your fortune on its stake, my dear friend.
Though looking sinister to us Death makes amends,
Death may send jimjams up your spine, but it is not that bad.
In times when Life in sheer spite mistreats and shatters our lives
We summon Death to ease our pain, to come and bring us blissful rest,
This I would add as my comment to option if it's Life or Death.

At the Wake
All dressed in black
dawned
Ayin Dandive is fiddlin

Up sa daisy.

up a shinny daisy.

your Upsin a shinny daisy

Ayin dandive is fiddlin
their bendin down to up sa daisy
Ups a shinny daisy.
And thats not what thier not supposed to doom.
Abbalicious Xanadu Skywalker
the people stomp their feet
Up the shinny daisy

Ayin dandive is fiddlin Iris Versicolrs.
Sajda to their mission paidir
their not not to have been caught sajdah to their mission
upsin A daisy
Upsa shinny daisy
daisy be sured
daisy be secured
Ups the daisy
That’s not not what their not to have been caught dooming

Their tapping their feet
snappin thier fingers
clapin thier hands
and bobbin their heads
Because that’s the sort of obstacles Ayin hath tau of going through.

At the Wake
Ayin, Remington Crown, Nicholas of Cologne, Hypnos
and On yur Chozun Fitz Patrick

Desert sand sips on western blood.
Life dwindled on a dust storm.
The Mid-East is drunk;
smashed on the substance of juvenile lives.
Baghdad staggers and stomachs churn;
a harsh place with no feeling for western existence.
Solemn voices, from Muslim mosques –
unintentionally, moan nature’s loss.
Today, youth is sacrifice.

Heroes they called us,
and heroes we are,
but heroes to whom?
Flesh for the worms in our tombs.
Kabul is necessary;
let freedom hold a persistent sway,
but why must I die in Baghdad this day?

God, let me die a sweet death;
let my thoughts pursue pleasant memories until the end.
Let me go thinking of love, laughter and allies.
Let not Baghdad steal my breath
In this cruel city I will not die.

~~~{Where the Willows Bend}~~~

Since olden times the wind blew strong upon the rugged plains,
And many are the people who dwelt there, and built their dreams.
With mighty hands they raised stone circles in mystical domains,
They cried and wept, they laughed and loved, near quiet streams.
The ash, the oak, and the willow tree, on each the river's sides,
Did grow to touch the heavens, where ancient folk did once abide.
I walked there long, and wandered far in search of forgotten lore,
But I left with silent understanding, and a yearning to learn more.
In the woods, the yew grows tall and the pine trees point above,
To where the birds soar brightly with grace, across the azure sky.
So moved was I, that still I hold that land in my heart with love...
For there is a magic still in its' hills, that a modern mind may deny.

Did you walk there in your day, and delight in the tall green grass,
The sound of which was like a sea, when the wind blew through...
The swaying green where once danced many a pretty country lass,
With flowers in their golden hair, hopes for dreams to come true?
Where now are they, and their sires who bore the arms of kings...
Where now are the minstrels who sang of their beauty and more?
They are gone, their age is past, along with so many other things,
Forgotten are their cities, now just stones due to some old war...
The cause of which we cannot guess, for it is past beyond memory.
Your minstrel heart did sing to mine, and I remember that beauty!
For none could forget eyes moved to tears by such a muse as you,
Who could spin a tapestry so fair, that it made dreams come true.

One more time, let us go back to those ancient streams of silver...
Where flowed the waters gently from the hills so far, so far away!
Cool were those waters, that in winter made mighty men shiver...
Now they are gone, their age is past, in the glow of another day.
Where now do you sing, gentle minstrel lass who moved me so?
Mayhaps in the fields beyond, where all the softer breezes blow!
Perhaps I'll spy you amidst the grass, your lute in hand as before,
When so many stopped to hear you play, and sing of magical lore.
Every night the crickets chirp, and we see the fireflies dance free,
Amidst the stones that rose across the lands of that old country...
But we hear not your lute, save when it plays in our hearts again,
And the music makes us dance, near where the willows yet bend.

Dedicated the memory of Kathleen 'Gwenno' Jones-Watson.
Your music inspired a generation and helped us know other worlds.

Blowing, pulling, tugging, beating endlessly upon my brow
Crashing, enveloping, all encompassing, gale force, asphyxiating
..........the beating inside my breast.

Who can sail without the wind? The hull - weather worn
salt air, cold within, stinging, biting, ripping inside my lungs,
fighting, gasping, breathing,
..........extremities going numb.

Burning, turning, rope slicing through well calloused palms,
cursing and bleeding, straining,one more knot among many,
..........this gray and tattered rigging.

The waves come on ceaselessly, as the tides icy water spray
refreezes this deck. Chop and cut, bang, break and bust.
The ice building layer upon layer,
..........must unlock this ship from its slushy moor

Hollow thumping against the docks slow roll of the Ocean
the swaying of the masts, sails hanging sadly, heavy with the fog
increasing, turning steady into rain,
..........incoming downpour racing into the end of night

Darkness settled in, snugly into every nook, every cranny filling it to its bursting point
Burn for only one more night this dwindling supply of that midnight oil
not for nourishment, nor for warmth,
..........only a little light.

I pray, give me something, anything at all to light the way

this took years !!!!!!!!!!!!!!
to make in its entirety. please pass along? easily the most powerful thing I have ever done.

When you walked out you took the sun
The moon and the stars with you
You left an empty void where the screams
Of my despair disappear into nothingness
Again and again and again I call but
There is no answer for you are gone
I am only met with the utter silence
Of my lack of understanding
What have I done to bring about this
This desolation within my heart
This knife that pierces my breast
And draws forth my life blood
And even with my dying breath
I still cling to the last memory of you

Godour heavenly father
oh Godand my father who is also in heaven
maythe light of this flickiering candle illluminate my soul.
papa can u hear me,papa can u hear me, papa can u help me not be so frightened.

looking at the skies i seem to see a 1000 eyes which ones are yours,where are you yesterdayhas waved goodbye and closed it's doors.
the night is so much darker and the wind so much colder,the world i see is so much bigger now that i''m aloone.

papa please forgive me , try to understand me , papa don't you know i had no choice
can u hear me praying every thing im saying,eventhough the night is filled with voices.
the trees are so much taller
and i feel so much smaller
the moon is twice as lonely and the bthe stars are have as brighter.

papa how i love you
papa how i need u
papa how i miiss you holding my hand at night.

The day that you left you took a huge piece of my heart with you.that day i cried more tears then i even knew i had,my heart was so heavy and sad.i begged& pleaded,even tried to bargain to get you back.not knowing how i could go on in life without you,please someone tell me what i can do.Closing my eyes i see your face,reaching my hand out i can feel you,your skin is so soft, heard you calling out my name,this makes me realize that my life will never be the same.Remembering your loving hugs,i can feel your heartbeat next to mine,remembering how you always called me your baby girl.now the reality of it is that your gone,but with all of these feelings and memories your still here.Forever& always in my heart.

I died as a mineral and became a plant,
I died as plant and rose to animal,
I died as animal and I was Man.
Why should I fear? When was I less by dying?
Yet once more I shall die as Man, to soar
With angels bless'd; but even from angelhood
I must pass on: all except God doth perish.
When I have sacrificed my angel-soul,
I shall become what no mind ever conceived.
Oh, let me not exist! for Non-existence
Proclaims in organ tones,
To Him we shall return