Poems about Loss / Bereavement
Some very good poems coming in on the subject of loss and bereavement now - scroll down to read the latest. 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.
Gone
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
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
THE MEMORY BOX
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
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.
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
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
Perhaps.
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.
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
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
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
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.
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.
SONG
by Christina Rossetti
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.
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.
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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