Last Commented Loss / Death Poems (1,049)

I feel incomplete with you not around
I miss you all the time
I remember the times we had
Subway, talking about everything

I hear a song
It reminds me of you
The pain I feel
That you're not around

I know you're in Heaven
Smiling down
Remembering
Waiting

I try not to think
About the way I feel
But sometimes it's hard
Because you're not around

But I know I'll be alright
For when I die of old age
We'll be reunited
Up in Heaven

I dedicate this poem to my grandfather who I miss very much

Sprinkled star dust on my feet
from the dessert windy beat
sun shining relentlessly and bright
my skin a thousand stars sitting tight.

Flustered, nowhere a drink to spare
just the dry non forgiving air
melting away non forgiving weight
as to merciless vultures bait.

Just being barely now a bag of bones
not surrendering to any of the drones
crawling through sand of milk and honey
in an old rugged barely woven gunny.

One last bullet in the fear forsaken gun
lizards and scorpions in front of me having fun
hearing foot steps on the marching order
forwarding steadily towards the deadly border.

One more weakened look towards the inferno
One more imagined taste of ice cold Pernod
One more thought of when the order came
One more time holding up M9 and bang!

listen with your ears
look with your eyes
but at the end of the day
it's feeling what you may
that has no disguise

deceit and lies lay together
in the devils bed
how do you vent
when the truth is bent
from words that one said

hollow are the thoughts
when time does reveal
the clarity of my vision
hidden by your decision
and the honesty that you steal

no wager will i place
nor even entertain
for to do so
would only grow
the roots of my pain

i see you as you are
crystal clear i might add
i need not convince
nor convey since
any thoughts that are bad

like a fruit going rotten
upon a tree glad
never to ripen wholey
or enjoyed solely
will finally drop.......sad.

On a bright hot lonely day in an elementary school a couple blocks away the weatherman called for a forecast of early graves
In classroom full of kids whose only job was to be well behaved who’d thought there was a monster on the way
See something in his mind snapped and he’d gone insane pulled a gun on his mother in a fit of rage
I can only imagine the look on her face as she closed her eyes and she prayed before the gunshot that took her life away
Now he’s on a mission to show the world his pain packed a bag full of guns for the start of the school day
A 1st grade teacher with blood on his face stumbled out into the hallway to give the kids a chance to run away
A small school laid to waste the bodies of our future littered the place a young man with a heart filled with hate saved one last bullet so he could escape.

All my life I’ve worked so hard
To try and make more money
Most of my time I’ve spent at work
None left for socialising

The harder I worked, the less I had
The cost of living rising
House I bought, much too grand
The mortgage nearly killed me

Furnishings had to be the best
Most cost a King’s ransom
Persian rugs upon the floor
And on the walls hung Masters

In the garage cars I had
A Ferrari, Porsche and Jaguar
There they sat, alone, unused
For I had no time to drive them

Lonely house and lonely rooms
And a bed I was lost in
No-one here to share with me
This journey through a lifetime

Too late I see as I near the end
How sad was my existence
I was not living life
Just barely stumbling through it

If I had this time again
I’d add up my riches different
Possessions in the end mean naught
Count love that’s all around you

So tell me now, it’s been so long
Since last time I did see you
What is it like to where you moved
This place that you call home now

I must admit, tis often that I miss you
So many times I think of you
You always were so much more
I miss your kindness and your wisdom

So many jokes about mother-in-laws
Likened to dragons breathing fire
Not one of those applied to you
Your light shone so much brighter

The last view, a waxen look
As you lay there in your coffin
The music played as we said goodbye
And out you were carried

So I tell you now, it’s been so long
Down here we all miss you
I know one day when time is right
We’ll meet up there in heaven

Seeing where it ends - all life
under a cold stone with inscription
Like a pressure cabin to keep the memory fresh
Is it real? Or are we only afraid to forget?
Actually, more afraid to be forgotten ourselves
Once in time - when no sign marks our paths in life
Witnessing - so anybody is forced to memorize
When we don´t fill our time with anything
If we are too serious to make somebody laugh
If we are too smooth to earn anybodies sympathy
When we left all behind and noone is left anymore.
When we passed away and everything left
Is nothing to witness.

Into the wooden coffin they place me
My bones cold and stiff
Frozen now in time
Motionless

In my best suit and trousers
A nice white rose and new bow tie
My hair nicly styled
Ready for the party am I

A neet little dancer
A party goer I was not but
enjoyed the parties so did I
Often in the corner rotten eyed

Out of my mind on beer
was I
Singing to my self so I would not cry
Alone I felt inside

The single gent was I
Looking for my true love
To sweep me of my feet
For she never came
My heart withersrd and died

A broken heart I have
I sufferd in my lifes journey
The pain life caused

Till one day I had enougth
God called I obeyed and to the pearly gate I go

A five-star hotel is here
nearby the over-bridge
a centre of attraction for tourists
with all privileges and opulence.

Black pigeons on the roof of it
and their flying in circle
attracts them to get a room in it.

The hotel grins at the temple nearby
that the pigeons have left the shrine
a few years back, and have resorted
on its magnificent open roof.

The temple is reticent
though it knows well
that tourists come to see it,
not for the hotel to lodge in.

But the black pigeons,
the divine messengers,
why they leave the shrine
which had been their nest
for generations at a time?

Comes the reply: No place is there
in the city of rational animals
for the celestial messengers
to be inhabited in a dwindling temple.

Stones from the temple are used
for the foundations of the hotel.
So come the pigeons to dwell
on the roof of the hotel
in the polluted surroundings.

As we look in the sky above
we think of the ones who shared our love
we remember the time when they passed away
and we think of them everyday

And when we look at the stars at night
and we notice the ones that shine so bright
they are the angels sprinkling their dust
from the messages we gave them for whom we trust

We give them our thoughts which we seal with a kiss
and our guardian angels pass them onto the ones that we miss
and when you get a very strange feeling
or maybe something you see appearing

Please dont worry as its from a loved one above
and its only to show you of their love
so please not fear as its to show you that they are here
so keep in mind that there only being ever so kind

Thank-you
xxx