Poems about Loss / Bereavement

Poems about Loss / Bereavement
Read the latest poems on the subject of loss and bereavement now here. Remember 'loss' is quite a large subject - doesn't have to be about losing somebody you love. And don't forget to submit one of your own here. 

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Unworthy Soul
E.M Potgieter, Meyerton, Gauteng, SA 
The never ending depht of a soul so lost, so lonely, so worthless. The
untamed wildness of a taming heart, forcefully
becoming just another,
smothered with darkness, drowning in the black
pool of nothingness,
searching.... searching for that far of flickering
light, a light as
bright as the dimming of the sunlight, hoping...
hoping for some kind
of miracle that is as sure as the sun shining
whilst the moonlights
bright, wishing... wishing on a shooting star, one
that lost his life,
but is still bright from afar, dreaming...
dreaming in every waking
moment, with every slow deep breath it takes,
hoping it would be the
last... the last of the pain, the last of
the heartache, the last of the tears and suffering... 
This unbearable sight, this life it is creating and
destroying with every blink of an eye, seeing everything,
warping everything so clearly
into its own colorless world, observing, killing
everything with its
lifeless blue eyes. 
Praying for nothing, laying her body down on
the cold hard floor,
begging for someone, for something to take
these last breaths and make
them one with the endless nothingness that
seeps through the cracks, to
take this lifeless heart and tame its untamable
Make me drown in the neverending depht of a
soul so
lost, so lonely, so
Poem by N.D.
I had to lose him to know I was blind
For not seeing him when he was right there
Now I wish I could just go back in time
And treat him the way he deserved
But life will go on, and the pain will always remain
'Cause I missed one shot to do things right
And I'm the one to be blamed
Though it wasn't his fault.. it wasn't mine
Thinking of him breaks me down
And I see him everyday, walking on the ground
But I know now it's not him.. it's just someone who looks alike
'Cause he's gone, and he'll never be back around

Mr N.T. Vendel, Cirencester, UK
Burnt the morning toast again,
Forgot to fill the kettle,
Where's Mary? Have you seen her today?
I can't seem to rest or settle,
And these years don't wait for me to breathe,
Old memories replay on the hour,
And I really don't want to be here no more
All alone in this concrete tower.
The phone doesn't want to ring no more,
Has the postman lost his way?
My old friend Joe checked out last night,
Now his dogs got nowhere to stay,
Oh Mary, Mary I miss you so,
Even though you've been gone for years,
I really just want to let someone know,
It's been so lonely without you here,
Edward needs a friend,
Won't take too much time,
Someone to lend a hand,
To listen to be kind,
Edward deserves much better,
Through his life he paid his way,
Show him there's a future,
To live on another day.

By Britton age 13 from Austin,TX
I was asleep beneath the sun
When I felt water, splash 
on my cold stubborn feet
I was awakened
I sat up to find him gone
I could feel the burning sensation 
of tears, behind my eyes
They began to roll down ,
my hands wiping  the glisling 
crystals, off of my sadden face
After I finished wiping the crystals
off my sadden face 
I began to start my new journey
as a daughter with no father
Mrs C.Richardson,York,UK

Please give me what is mine
memory box. Let me unlock your key.
Let all those pictures and words
Spill out and shout ~we re free
Why do you hide them
and disguise them, so unkind.
You slide them out of view.
My fear, so clear yet out of mind.
Everything I know is gone
The cost is lost with tears that swell.
Allow me just a glimpse,
a peek, a sneak of what I knew so well
  Love's Chain
Alex Greenberg Manhattan, NY
Her oaks,
Once protected by leaves
Are now bare with shame among
The wind.
His wind,
Once whistling songs of bliss
Is now senseless as 
the man.
Their man,
Once replete with fervor,
Is now apathetic for the sake of
the world
My world,
Once full of splendor
Slowly deteriorates
Into a sphere of artificiality
With love as its only sincerity.
More Shakesperian Tragedy Than Super Nova.
      by  Dc88crx
      There's so much stuff i need to get off my chest
      But i lack the confidence and self respect,
      Throat closes up and i start to stress
      So i force the words out in a jumbled mess.
     Profanity come through with such ease
      But something a little more heart felt comes through like a  disease
      Pleasing the masses aint my ultimate goal,
      I just want relief for my mind, my body and my soul.
      I try all the time to get it all out
      But just end up covering my ears
      As i scream and i shout,
      Doubt sets in and i feel it's all over
      I guess im more shakesperian tragedy
      Than i am super nova
by Dc88crx
      Perhaps only the dead are forever young,
      And perhaps this blood on my hands,
      Is from biting my tongue,
      But one thing will stay with me until the day that i die,
      In times as dark as these is it better to laugh?
      Or is it better to cry?.
      I know of lifes uncertainties and all of its trails,
      I know of its failures and all of its lie's,
      The pain of the ages rolled up into one,
      When we are gone are we missed by th sun?
      Will the sky still be lit by the moon at nyt?
      Will our memories be clutched at and held onto so tight?
      Or will time just go on without the blink of an eye?
      Perhaps the only way to survive,
      Is to let yourself die.
Poem by Courtenay
     You were so nice and kind
      Beautiful in every way
      Your blonde hair shimmered in the sun
      Why did you die
      I love you more and more each day
      My heart is not whole without you
      I miss your hugs and kisses
      Why did you die
      Whisky and coke was your guilty pleasure
      Catherine Wheels were your favourite
      So when you slipped away
      My heart stopped beating
      Why did you die
Excerpt from ENDYMION
by John Keates
A thing of beauty is a joy for ever:
Its loveliness increases; it will never
Pass into nothingness; but still will keep
A bower quiet for us, and a sleep
Full of sweet dreams, and health, and quiet breathing.
by Christina Rossetti
When I am dead, my dearest,
Sing no sad songs for me;
Plant thou no roses at my head,
Nor shady cypress tree:
Be the green grass above me
With showers and dewdrops wet;
And if thou wilt, remember,
And if thou wilt, forget.
I shall not see the shadows,
I shall not feel the rain;
I shall not hear the nightingale
Sing on, as if in pain;
And dreaming through the twilight
That doth not rise nor set,
Haply I may remember,
And haply may forget.

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