Poems About Death | Poems on the Loss of loved Ones

This beautiful vocalist who gained huge popularity, entered this world in Newark, New Jersey. She was born in 1937 to an Italian-American family. "Connie Francis" was a name suggested by Arthur Godfrey. From there, her career went high and far. Nobody could dispute her status as a star. Connie not only recorded her songs in English, she sang in Italian, Spanish, German,...

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Twin babies float in their mother’s womb growing strong they'll be delivered soon communicating to each other in their way experiencing so much, and much to say Twin one said, shaking his head,” we are getting old… and soon we'll be delivered as foretold. Do you think brother, there will be more? A life after delivery on that far shore?” Twin...

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Death strikes with its wicked grin, Deep grief and sorrow it brings, Flights to heaven then begin, When our souls fly without wings, Each saint bears a halo ring, They reign there as queens and kings, With Angels near a calm spring. Contest title: What Happened After Poetry Contest Sponsored by: Nette Onclaud Date: 18th July, 2025...

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"The pen must go where the pen wants to go. Today it went down Heartbroken Lane." By Poet The day came in with a great start but is going out with a broken part. With a child's loving and young heart, it must take a very painful dart. today I lost my furry best friend, in life guess some things have...

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Averting his death reborn in a dream Time had been stopped the Reaper unseen Escaping the end his fancy came true Beginning and ending unbroken — anew (Dreamsleep: July, 2025) ...

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A quiet handshake— now just dust on the breeze falls, names fade with the dusk....

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I did not come to win the world— I came to feel it bleed. To taste the silence in the hungry mouth, To weep where no one dared to read. To my family— You held my name like worn cloth, never quite knowing what I was stitched to become. But I loved you more than I could say. I only wanted to bring...

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In Nishapur's dust and blazing heat, A physician walked the wealthy street— Young hands skilled in healing's art, Rich purse, restless, yearning heart That craved what gold could never meet. Wine and laughter filled his nights, Pleasure fed his appetites, Till one dawn brought strange surprise: An old man with ancient eyes And bundle clutched with weathered might. "Master," spoke that voice so low, "Tell me...

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enslaved to the cyclical void, abused, confused, and paranoid of that endless—(somber schema)— cyclical void, enslaved to the? sheer gravity and that friendless somber schema.—Of that endless wicked, whirling, said wanton wheel and that friendless, sheer gravity of motion which sent atwirling said wanton wheel, wicked, whirling, hurtling through hell? a meager twitch sent atwirling of motion which shook all things fused.—And all this spell: a meager twitch,...

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In gratitude for mercy, I softly tread, For all that we cherished, the words left unsaid. Comforted by knowing you held me so dear, Our laughter still echoes, though you're no longer here. As I sit in reflection, the memories flow, The weight of your absence, a heavy undertow. Yet in sorrow, I find strength, a promise divine, That one day in...

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You celebrate your Death-Day every year, a “selfie” trampling on your grave-to-be, without your knowing. Anniversary? Through predetermined locks you have to steer. As flotsam tumbles over each steep weir in transit to the dark and formless sea, you’ll pass the date of your finality repeatedly, before the end-of-pier. That day will dawn. It really will. The rows of serried numbers, rigid, unforgiving, that fill...

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When the time comes, will my spirit fly? Will my last breath end in a long, deep sigh? Will it be soft like a lullaby? Or will I be angry and try to deny? Perhaps l will hover in the endless sky. With God seated among angels on high. The life I lived, must I justify? Though an unsolved mystery, I still...

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It was a funeral for myself And I still haven't buried her yet The sky opened up and released its anger Rained down in grief and sadness The only other witness to her multiple deaths The world built her to break It was too late to save her For she was now unrecognisable In a casket crafted from pain...

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Once upon a time in a faraway land There was an old man, who had forgotten how to speak His eyes would stare into the sky, void of any emotion, His scars turned wrinkles narrated an untold story His hands, never steady, always counting Sometimes in the middle of the day, he would scream But no sound would escape his mouth,...

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With bloody hands, rusty hair and a dammed soul I walked out ,stepping on the rotten meat As my lungs struggled to breathe down the fragrance of the crime that I had committed Blue and white lights flashed my eyes And a bullet pierced through my cranium Punishing me for the crimes I had not committed, My lips...

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