Most Liked Loss / Death Poems (1,049)

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

Life comes
as thought comes to mind
as tension comes to mind
as pressure comes to life.

Death comes from behind
unnoticingly, casually
changes us by and by
from flesh to foul
from desire to soul
from living to dead.

Pleasure comes
pain comes
situation comes
so comes everything
likewise in our life.

Coming and coming
but what to give?

Grasping and grasping
carrying and carrying
getting in and out
Spending all energy and power
in vague, in vain, worthless.

For once only
stop this coming
everything will be alright
everything will be perfect.

Who has this power?
Neither you nor I.
It is Time
the blood sucker
who sucks the juice of life
one day will stop this coming
bringing everything
to a fullstop.

Death creeps quietly in
often taking by surprise
one last gasp of air

leaving behind pain
sadness, sorrow and such loss
emptiness of heart

days pass by in grief
each becomes full of torment
as one struggles on

no light just darkness
no end is yet to be found
time they say will heal

for them left behind
no peace, just grief smothering
icy heart with blackness

Life was so much different then
When I was young and free
No cares or worries to bother me
As a merchant marine I went to sea

Around the world so many times
The things I saw and did
None compared to sweet Marie
When I found her in Madrid

One look I knew right away
That I would make her mine
We’d sit at night and watch the stars
As we slowly sipped our wine

One year and one day from when we met
I made her my wife
We settled down near the shore
And good was our life

Sometimes we’d argue, sometimes we’d fight
But never a hand we’d raise
Come end of day, all things were well
Our love set the night ablaze

Time moves on, we all get old
And eventually we die
The best part of me went to the grave
And I said my last goodbye

Would I change a single thing
And spare myself this pain
Looking back over my life
I’d do it again and again

I lost an old friend yesterday
I just thought id let you know
You wont hear it on the evening news
Or read it in the Echo.

Its not very important in the scheme of things
It wont knock Cowell of the cover
Its just another old flee bag
That should have known better.

I dodged the morning rat race
I stood in no mans land
My eyes were turning misty
As I held her in my hands.

All over in the blink of an eye
A final pat of the spade
The spirits free to soar and fly
I stand there in a daze.

There are no photographs of Fluffers
Nothing left to show
No monuments,no neon lights
No fanfares to blow.

She had that certain something
That is so hard to define
I know i will remember Fluffers
For a mighty long time.

As the sun danced on her Sunday coat
A thousand lights did shine
Skipping through the undergrowth
Grace and speed combined.

Even now as i look outside
Down the garden path
I think I see that little elf
With the green eyes looking back.

Well I guess ive wasted enough of your time
I suppose id better go
Its just that I lost an old friend yesterday
And I thought id let you know.

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

Ahhh Seamus, the great hall is quiet now,
The ghosts have gone away,
Boasts and chants,
Sword and lance,
Of monsters and Beowolf,
Grindel and fiery dragon slain.

Sitting at this bar on another dismal day.
Hoping this drink drowns my dismay.
Gulp! Gulp! Glass empty, yet another joy has gone away.
Excuse bar keep send another one my way.

Nothing seems to fill this void in my heart?
Remedy, alcohol you just have to learn art.
For a long time now my world is dark.
I need a smoke, lighter spark, spark!

No puff, deep drags, hesitant exhale as it burns slow.
I envy this cigarette’s faint glow.
Why I can’t I be floating effortlessly like the smoke I blow?
Never soaring high always stranded in depths so low.

Engaged to misery, she is the girl I’ll be marrying.
Like atlas a world of sorrow I’m carrying
I buried the optimist and I gave up on hoping.
I’ll meet my end of days coping.

An empty space you left behind
A hole to big to fill
All around the angels cry
To sing they’ve lost their will

Even God in heaven sits
And somberly stares down
Shakes his head, wipes a tear
Just cannot move his frown

Gone you are, no longer here
But in our hearts you’ll stay
The memory, so strong it is
It will never fade away

Ballad of the Drunkard

He was a tactical tradesman in Dublin

The economy sank like a ship

And the marches of the unemployed

Drunken and annoyed began again

On the boat he want, he had to leave

How his extended family bereaved

Upon the wings of doves upon the wind

He believed, the wind splashed saltwater

Upon his face, the cloudy tempest arrived

A sordid sense of relief upon the way

Not knowing what brightness should appear

In the slight sun of the day, sleight of hand

If the wilderness of a storm comes this way.

Ballad of the drunkard, the suppressed mourning

The lost love of family, alive with blood in the vein

Still at the bar caught in the tears of the bereaved.