Most Liked Loss / Death Poems (1,049)

SINGLE…
Single to hold single to write
single to live ,single to type
single to eat to sleep to bear
to wake up alone with whom to share?
Single to breath single to scare
single to carry,single to bed
And single moment of despair
has single echo in the air..
And how to write how to sing
a single melody of me? if single life
does persists?and single people go to sleep?
And you and me we often dream to live
beyond that single been...

I remember when you first opened to come to the poets corner
we welcomed you
a momentary scary time of writing poetry

you were and are just amazing
you had your'e way and full of love
goodness
with the Lord in your soul
hesitant you went then stride by stride
you were who you are

I loved you Cafe
you knew that

for all your'e open blesses
you wrote with such passion and
fell so sweetly into
dam right!

the caring sweet soul that
stood fast
cool
funny
and True

time leaves us
yet the sun as you say will shine
and there you are

warming my back
being who you are

just a beautiful day

Thank you my dear sweet man

you spread the love

the life
the togetherness with
the Lord
Welcome Home

Love Sophie

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as a river
moments of life, flows
**
dawns - days - nights - years - disappearing
**
life, and 1000, mytherious dimensions
**
but remember
*
no matter, what, we do
no matter, how, we struggle
no matter, how, we talk
*
no matter, how, we cry,
and no matter, how we smile
**
in the end : we all ,are, just, losers
**
what, we lose ?
**
(it is life - itself )
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ON REFLECTION



Who is that in the mirror

staring back at me

With wrinkled, sunken, tired eyes

It somehow looks like me.

But where's the clear blue sparkle,

The open gaze of youth,

The hope that used to shine there

Seeing honesty and truth.

These eyes hold only anguish,

Sadness and hope lost

They've been dried out

By a billion tears

In these eyes I see the cost.

I sit here as the tears stream down my face
In two weeks our baby girl will take on a husband
You won’t be here
I know you will be watching with pride
why did you have to go and die
Our daughter will dance with our son
Our son will be the one to give her away
Oh how my head does sway

On this special
You will be on our minds
And in our hearts .
I will wear my my wedding ring on our daughters wedding day
So that I may feel close to you.
When I close my eyes tightly
I can see you dancing with our daughter
On her wedding day.

You are greatly loved
And greatly missed .

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.

Here, On the other side of the page
where lost days go,
where lost poems go,
where forgotten dreams
are breaking up like morning fog.

Go.....
Go.....
Go.....

I am preparing myself for death.

I am teaching myself emptiness;
the gambler's hunger for love,
the nun's hunger for God,
the child's hunger for chocolate
in the hours of darkness.

I am teaching myself love;
the lean love of marble kissed away by rain,
the cold kisses of snow crystals on granite grave markers,
the soul kisses of snow as it melts in the spring.

Here, on the other side of the page
I lie making a snow angel with the arcs of my arms.
I lie like a fallen skier who never wants to get up.
I lie with my poles, my pens flung around me too far
in the snow to reach.

The snow seeps into the hollow of my bones
& the calcium white of the page deposits me
in like a fossil.

I am fixed in my longing for speech,
I am buried in the snowbank of my poems,
I am here, where you find me........

Dead-

SAS

The Child within,
Never dies,
Tho' sometimes he hides,
Sometimes she cries,

We keep Dreams unfettered,
Till we depart this Earth,
Into a New Mothers' womb,
Unto a Glorious New Birth,

All Die Young,
Only to live again,
So piss on my grave,
We'll all meet again,
In the End.

You lost a bosom friend today and
Maybe she was mate from childhood.
Or maybe not, but surely
Many bits of life were shared, maybe compared.
But she has been called. And bravely answered.

I feel your pain today. Your sadness and your sorrow.
I wish I could relieve it, if not today, tomorrow.
For she's turned the full circle and now at rest,
Cradling her loving mother she recently lost.
Now found again, her love returned.

She's seeing you distressed, but cries for you
To see her happiness not sadness, for yes,
she left this sorrow of a world. And her pain.
But she's telling you, nothing really happens in vain.

Just pray for me, she's asking. And thank God
for all the time we spent together. Happy. Sad.
Sharing. Testing. Maybe even sometimes mad.
Goodbye dear friend, you left. I leave you.
but your memory lingers with me, with my every breath.