Most Liked Loss / Death Poems (1,049)

The day you died, i felt like i died with you,i sat i cry and i think about just us two.We were young and in love,of that i am sure,we laugh, we cry, but we were so secure.You were my first love, and you will always be,in my heart,my soul,your all in me.James i love you , and death make us part, but as your sitting in heaven, i know you have me in your heart WRITTEN BY JENNIFERLOVESONG

watery grave
clouds on the surface of
her reflection

I sat on the cold wooden bench
It was a bleak wintery scene
dead leaves rustled by
I rose and put down flowers .
Visiting a grave is not my thing
But I had promised her
And so I muttered words
In way of the bereaved.
How quiet is the graveyard
So Peaceful so bare of life.
I turned away to my solitude
There is no sweetness,
no bitterness
Just a vacuum of emotion
Yet I am alive
A mere husk of a man
All my friends are gone,
Can you live too long?

"WAIT" ... not yet
give me a moment with him.

God give me strength to walk by myself.

If i fall...lift me from my knees
give me a moment if you please
for the last time...to be at his side.

Give me a moment
upon his face to gaze
to reminis those lips i kissed
to press my hand upon his heart
as if by magic i could change this depart.

Give me a moment to kiss
lips, cheeks, hands again lips
i linger now
to let go ... how?

For it took but a moment to love him
but it will take a forever moment
to forget .. always regret.

Moments...moments later
i cannot say it...so i bow my head
close the lid.

I was watching you
trying to hold me up
but too late my darling
i was gone above.
You took me down,held me
screamed at me and yelped
"why do this to me woman"
trust you i thought, to think of yourself.

As if broken hearted
you cried and cried
"poo" i could smell her perfume
even on the other side.
So whats with the tears?
whats this all about?
your free to love her
i'm no longer around.

But instead each night
i hear you pray for forgiveness
if only i could tell you
i regret what i did.
but why do i know now
and not when i was there
why when its too late
show how much you care.

whats done can't be changed
but i did make you a promise
to mind and care for you
as long as you live.
It's not that i'm a loyal angel
do i watch you from above
but you my foolish darling
are still my only Love.

Your face, i shall never forget it
the way you looked at me
your eyes pleading and begging....

Don't say it .. don't say it.

You tried to look strong
but i do know the look of fear
"go on" you said to me
tell me what i don't want to hear.

I quietly spoke
quickly tears swelled
our world was changing
each other we held.

As we cradled
all i could think
this is the thanks i give to the man
that has given me everything.

I'v broke his heart
filled it with sadness and sorrow
taken all hope from him
for a better tomorrow.

I plead, ' Not guilty your honor cause
I was crazy when I shot that man..'
It was he who stole my rubber duck,
and I had to make my stand
My mommy gave me that rubber duck
and daddy sold me the gun
A security check was never needed cause
I'm just a loving son
The hospital said, ' the medication would
work, and that I'd probably do just fine
Funny how the laws these days were
written for the blind
O well, ' I guess I'll just stroll on home ,
no need to fear this man
Unless they mess with my rubber duck
Then I'd do it all again.

I didn't think it was going to be like this
it been ten year's ago today
since my husband Jerry went away
so I write this poem
just for him

I didn't think it was going to be like this
I wake up and I think am I at home
but it not you but my mama
I hear talking on the phone
I think is this a dream
Jerry should be somewhere
around it seems

I didn't think it was going to be like this
it not my house as I sweep floors
it not my key that unlocks the house doors
again I think is this a dream
no Jerry gone what ever that means

I didn't think it would be like this
I sleep alone most ever night
Jerry not here to be the last
to turn out the lights
I am no longer called his wife

I didn't think it would be like this
I live now Ohio and not PA
I moved back to my dad and mom old home place
I drive his car and made new friends
but it all seem like a dream
in the end

I didn't think it would be like this
so this poem I write today
is to remember Jerry Newman in
a special way
I just wanted you to know babe
after your death ten years ago.

I didn't think it would be like this

It is a rainy night
when the wind beats at your door
like a lover you have turned away
~
She comes back
trailing leaves and branches.
She comes back
in a shower of earth.
She comes back
with blades of grass still clinging to her hair.
~
No matter how hard you hold her,
you are still elsewhere
making love to another.
~
No matter how hard she holds you,
you are still
elsewhere.
~
Your bodies slide together
like wet grass blades,
You cling and stop the raindrops
with your tongues.
~
Later you rise
and pick the nettles from your hair
You take the leaves for clothing
~
Your loneliness
is a small gray hole in the rain.
You rise and go knocking
at her locked front door.


~SAS~

She is the woman I follow,
whenever I enter a room
she has been there-

with her hair smelling of lavender & lions
with her dress blacker than Indian ink,
with her shoes moving like lizards
over the waves of silken rug.

Sometimes I think of her as my mother
but she died by her own hand
before I was born.

She drowned in the gushing of her own blood
She choked on metaphors.
She suckled a poisonous snake at her breast
like Eve.

She is no virgin.
Her eyelids are purple.
She sleeps around.

Wherever I go I meet her lovers
Wherever I go I hear their stories
Wherever I go they tell me
different versions of her suicide.

I sleep with them in gratitude.
I sleep with them to make them tell.
I sleep with them as punishment.

She is the woman I follow
I wear her cast-off skin.
She is my mother, my daughter.
She is writing this epitaph.
~SAS