Bereavement Sympathy Poems

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Details | Dramatic Verse |

           We knew , it was if a moment stopped in time 
              hearing the news before most of the World did
           He loved to fly his plane from Colorado to Monterey Bay
           He was a avid golfer at Pebble Beach respected 

           He had loves and passions from many places 
           deciding to fly low through the overcast red sunset
            Not only did he love music and inspire all 
            He loved his Plane , he will always remain a beautiful Soul

              The next day it was confirmed ..all saddened 
             It was John Denver's plane that went down
             Today in Pacific Grove stands the Memorial 
             So Kiss me and smile for me we will ~
              always in loving memory 
               OH babe ,  do we hate you go ~    
                            
    

         Inspired by ; contest in Music and Loss of an Artist
                   "Leaving on a Jet Plane "
             

Copyright © Shanity Rain | Year Posted 2013




Details | Dizain |
My Dad, a pretty ordinary man, Suddenly taken by a heart attack. People are offering all that they can, Cakes and hot casseroles we do not lack, Hard to believe the whole town has our back. Their kindness seems to be never ending The new normal of mine just keeps bending, Focus seems to be on us completely, Thoughtfulness and support, all are sending, Comments of sympathy made so sweetly. Sorry for your loss, just how old was he, Using this information did matter. I reply he was almost eighty-three, The mood changes, I hear idle chatter. Suddenly I feel a great deal sadder, Death is simply another part of life, You should be grateful and not feel such strife. He was old, did not suffer, I was told, My heart bleeds after the cut by this knife. Judging approval of death by age --- cold.
Written July 27, 2012 For Cyndi MacMillan’s contest “Do You Understand” Won 3rd place

Copyright © Lee Ramage | Year Posted 2012

Details | Rhyme |
Beloved, lovely roses: gift of God and lover’s flower,
Spread your colored petals and cradle tender showers.
While admiring the blossoms with their beauty to behold,
Ought we not to know the Tender of such lovely garden groves?

For He lovingly and thoughtfully wields His pruning shears
To cut away the stems of old for fuller future years.
He cultivates and feeds them. He attends them as a Father
Looking daily to their needs; so faithfully He waters.

From the dawn of morning dew until the setting sun arrays
Caring always for His own until that great appointed day…
When the Gardener comes to claim each one the earth held as its own.
He gently picks it at its peak and for His pleasure takes it home.

As God did one glorious morning, when the Perfect Rose had bloomed.
He rolled away the stone and met with Mary at the tomb.
There the sweetest Rose of Sharon rose that we die not alone.
But be gathered for a garden grove, surrounding heavens throne.

Copyright © Tom Valles | Year Posted 2013




Details | Rhyme |
Raindrop

I felt the tears you're crying
from life out of control.
Quietly I closed my eyes
and reached inside my soul.

Past the distant memories
of tears that I too cried.
Past the loss that I had felt
when my own loved ones died.

Past the anguish of betrayal
and the lies I had believed.
I reached beyond the darkness
and the heartache I received.

I reached into that sacred place
I never let another know.
Where when my heart was broken
the place I used to go.

I found one peaceful memory
a single drop of rain.
I brought it back out to you
to wash away your pain.

For raindrops fall from heaven
they are tears from angels eyes.
Bringing comfort to you
as another angel cries.

Edwin C Hofert

Copyright © Edwin Hofert | Year Posted 2015

Details | Musaddas |
My sorrow, is overwhelming my 'entire' soul for my jaded life, my dear "Nath" would be the next breath taken away Why does God continue taking those who play the most critical rolls my life will never come to see any hint of ease no way Heart heavy loss and pain all consuming me again God, I plea with you leave me those that I love for just a day It's become that time of the year my Nathan was taken with the swine's curse tears flood my entire being, why do you always insist I live entirely 'alone' Sorrow just in this year now at 'half point' has finally taken the 'full' toll I no longer see, any thing as my destiny that I shall 'exude' When, will it 'ever' be my turn, I wait..to become the next called to heaven am" I not worthy, of your abundant grace? You, seem to take 'everyone' I 'entrust' to a faraway land Nathan Reide' these are my tears containing, the 'most sorrow' I've ever let fall But, every memory of you and me, stop all of the pain just, another pain and despair to add to my life's endurance 'till' I long, for peace, joy and 'any' kind of life would do me, at this point of my life, I can not take anymore, seriously, lighten up on me! I fear in new friends, how long..before you conclude they too will end You bless me with a loving husband, mother, father, niece When do you think you might, 'let' me see them... this is my plea returning me back into church, I am in need off being blessed How 'come' you did take that away from me? faith in me stayed 'strong' you alone know the extent I need to move 'now' I have stayed still, and achieved what I think I was to become a poet I assume that was 'my reason' why you kept here With that now in full swing can you now spread my wings You are 'overpowering' my soul, and I now do as I am told patience never was my best strength, have I 'not' proved to you I'm completely at your mercy, you are the entity that drives the heart of me with all that, I need a break between all these sorrowful times, may I now move This is the deepest of despair, I have ever endured, please see me through I am more than 'positive' I WILL NOT make it through, another emotional trial Not to be left here, still bleeding the way I still am... darkness has taking more of my light I'm loosing all sight, of who is me My heart full of anguish and grief, depression takes her advantage, of the ease I have nothing worth finding joy or enlightenment anyway, she will have me I don't have any strength to even consider the thought of even trying this time in defending myself against her this time She only win's by default...

Copyright © Denise Hopkins | Year Posted 2013

Details | Dramatic monologue |
The day becomes night;
As a comrade transcend 
To true world beyound.
Oh! Finally, a jolly good fellow drops the baton;
A justice of peace with unstained character,
A sacrificial giver who neglected his needs.
Death, you never cease to amase
As you drive home valiant colleagues.
Death! Hope you know?
Here a while we must be parted
Because
For a while the tired body
Erupt in sleep.
Soul and body reunited.
Thence; death, nothing shall divide 
Father, mother, child and brethren.
Nevertheless, the dead, you were great while alive
And great in death.
The pens, sleep till we meet and part no more.


      WRITTEN BY EDORE PAUL OYAKHILOME
	0092348081195600, 0092348131176767
	DEDICATED TO  JOURNALISTS . 

Copyright © EDORE PAUL OYAKHILOME | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse |
Meddlesome acknowledgement was my gift to many
I wondered where the nutrients were coming from
I was absorbing your words, parched by my own dimming light-years
There I was stunned by the legion of black-faced martyrs

Exasperation of the undeniable misunderstanding of every conceivable word 
Left me with another path onto death
And not nearly dying, but regenerating in technological, factorial woe
Demon thoughts squeezed bile from the brim of subconscious drivel  
Accelerating the ghouls from the gull of my esophagus 

I was held down from the dreams of the fortnight
From words of architecture ascending from the brims of the archangels 
Eyes remained closed
And I felt the actual descent of my downfall
I did not open my eyes at all

I did not mean to pry into your life, oh beautiful soul
Please accept my gift today
My fierce gaze into your lavishing grail
Led me to accept and love where I often fail
I am no longer smothered in your intricate designs
Though I am surely small to you
Though I feel only a fraction of a fool
I am the hidden spark under the timbers of lies

I am the hidden spark under the timbers of lies

Copyright © Laura Breidenthal | Year Posted 2013

Details | Elegy |
And now I’ve reached that Rainbow Bridge
and turn a mournful eye
t’ward ‘mom and dad’ who cared for me
and implore them not to cry.

My life, though short, was brimmed with love’s
sweet tenderness, so treasured.
The affection that they showered on me
not ever could be measured.

And now I cross that Rainbow Bridge
it seems so less obscure.
There’s nothing there t’will trouble me
no more pain must I endure.

I stop and turn – just one last look
and see my 'parents' aching,
the tears well up in my wee eyes
my doleful heart is breaking.

And now I’ve crossed that Rainbow Bridge
auf wiederschein I bade,
it’s not goodbye, we’ll meet again
no love will be mislaid.

And anxiously I’ll await for you
an e’er-vigilant eye I’ll keep
and every hour, with hope I’ll dream
of that day when next we’ll meet.

Copyright © John Lofquist | Year Posted 2015

Details | Light Poetry |
She thought that he’s charming
Her friends says he is so cute
But little did they know
It’s the furthest from the truth

Her mom buys her a new dress
Because he ask her to the prom
But during the fun and laughter
He spikes her punch with rum

She wakes up in his BMW
He,s smiling with a cigarette
A morning she will remember
A night to forget

She can’t stop crying
She lies on her bed
Feeling hurt and disgusted
Suicide thoughts comes to her head

Her mom notice the changes
But she don’t know what is wrong
She use to sing in the church choir
The preacher says she stops coming around

She hugs her mother last night
Then walks out the door alone
And its now early morning
She didn’t come back home

She jumps over the bridge
They pull her body soaking wet
She couldn’t live with the memory
Of the night she can’t forget

It’s sad that her young life was ruin
By the evil that lays hidden behind a smile
Her mother life is shattered
Never knowing what happen to her child

This is happening to innocent girls
All over the world
Taking away their dignity and pride
Sucking the life out of their very soul

Another girl sits under a tree
Reading a book of poem by kaz ishmael
He said “excuse me just got to say
That you have a beautiful smile

She brushes her long hair
Think her jeans didn’t fit to right
His BMW is waiting out side
They are going to movies tonight

Copyright © kasim ishmael | Year Posted 2013

Details | Rhyme |
My dear son the time has come for me to say good-bye.

Be strong for your mother now don't you let her see you cry.

Remember all the good times we had and the bad...yes we had a few.

But I want you to know that God couldn't have given me a better son then you.

Chose the right path my boy because you know there's only one way.

And no matter what don't you let anyone lead you astray.

To the grave I am going my son, but death is nothing to fear, though no one likes the thought of it remeber the new world will soon be here.

No more pain, sorrow or tears, everyone will be in good cheer.

The paradise is near and soon we will see each other again.

Tell my friends I have fallen asleep for the last time, but let them keep in mind that soon I will return.

God will bring back the dead; yes for this he does yearn.

Tell your mother that I love her, help her to endure.

I'm sorry I must leave you like this; I wish they could have found a cure.

Remember all I've taught you son because it will make you wise.

I'm afraid I won't get another chance to tell you these things, this is my last good-bye.

Copyright © Kable Brown | Year Posted 2013

Details | Rhyme |
Time moves on,
and soon will tell,
when asked for whom
they ring the bell…
 Forty lived
…and forty lost,
you left before twilight.
When it’s half as much,
at twice the cost,
you’ll  bask
in perfect light…
We live in castles
…made of sand,
we come as a stranger,
but leave as a friend…
Remember now,
your last first kiss,
those times will be
profoundly missed…
Your smile indeed
could cast a spell.
You learned to
play a bad hand well…
With all our hopes
and dreams in tow,
we are old too quick,
and wise too slow.
Life’s an elaborate
complex dance...
Would you live again,
if you had the chance?
 
 Copyright © 2013

Copyright © Cole Banner | Year Posted 2013

Details | Rhyme |
It was a dry, dusty day when I saw the wheelbarrow, with long handles made of dark wood. 
The wheel is struggling as it carries its burden, but it manages the job that it should. The man pushing appears to be crying, his eyes all puffy and red. It’s time to move on, but I wait,  I wait for him to reach me instead. The wheelbarrow has a dark green cover, such a sickly, metallic sweet smell underneath,  such a heavy lump in my throat,  “don’t lift the cover!” but regardless, I pull back it back to see.
The first thing to strike me, such a tiny hand, tiny fingers all bent into a fist, and an inch below there in my big gloved hand, the smallest most delicate wrist. Her face is held together by bright orange thread, her eyes are searching the stars. Her crown should still be there, on that beautiful head, where she lays, crumpled up inside her Dads cart. I put back the cover, swallow hard and just stand there, my head, Jesus Christ I can’t think,  my pounding heart tearing itself apart inside my trained body, at this beautiful little angel in pink. 
Her father, his eyes screaming toward me sobs gently, silent rage and yet deafening shock. Why can’t I bring myself to look into this man’s eyes, oh Lord, grant me some breath that I may talk. To say sorry, to ask why, to just speak in his tongue, to show him that I really care. I realise that I could never find words, I’ve no such tragedy to compare.
I walked away from the blue wheelbarrow, thinking that I could leave it behind. But every night as my daughter hugged me, that wheelbarrow crashed into my mind. Whenever she cried my stomach went tight, when she laughed those dark clouds disappeared, whenever she told me she loved me, I knew that I had nothing to fear, but yet so much. The wheelbarrow changed me forever, drank me to illness, and brought my whole life to the edge. I couldn’t switch off from that sweet smell, and I couldn’t explain that to friends. 
 I will never forget, such a small wrist in my hand, such beautiful soft lips kissing the sky. Such a pretty pink little dress, though stained red with blood, those clear and lifeless brown eyes. I wish that I had asked for her name, what to call that three year old victim of war, so small and so beautiful with those innocent eyes, my body aches that I can’t wish so any more.
If I could explain to people, about my demons, in one image to make them understand. I’d draw that blue wheelbarrow with the green cover on top, and that sweet delicate wrist in my hand. Two days after the wheelbarrow I became a Father and to my comfort, for the rest of my life I will know. No matter how often the wheelbarrow returns, I have my daughter, here for me to hold.

Copyright © James Clark | Year Posted 2013

Details | Tetractys |

                                       Bird  
                                     Flying  
                                Above Trees 
                             In the grave yard  
         Hark! That Black Jumbie Bird knows what’s lying there. 

         First the Blue and then the White, SCRATCH the next  
                              “Hurry home all 
                                 Bulldozers 
                                   Coming 
                                     Now  
                                Line bottom 
                              With Concrete, 
                              For extra pay.  
         Will there be in a SHEET as some cultures do?  

Copyright © Rainbow Promise | Year Posted 2015

Details | Lyric |
Whispers in the night, longing for your ears
To drown every fear
But the sorrow sleeps with me tonight. 

Whispers in the night, saying a bitter prayer,
Gone the summer cheer,
Only cold snow fills me deep inside. 

Remembering the fun-filled laughter, the dreams we shared;
Together we made it: built that home of kids and bricks. 

Remembering the hurtful wards, the chemo and meds, 
That instant you were mine, then reality killed me: us was history. 

Whispers in the night, saying our favorite prayers
Seeing you everywhere
Your smell still lives painfully in this house

Whispers in the night: "Oh why not a few more years?"
There is still so much to share!
Nobody to hug and care for life!

Remembering the fun-filled laughter, the dreams we shared
Together we made it: built that home of kids and bricks. 

Remembering the hurtful wards, the chemo and meds, 
That instant you were mine, then reality killed me: us was history. 

Copyright © Nyonglema Pisoh | Year Posted 2014

Details | Rhyme |
 

  

  

 


A piece of my heart died today
As I saw a yellow leaf fall from a tree
Reminding me of that day so grey
When Death took my friend from me.


A piece of my heart has a hole
Where once your friendship was there
Now it’s gone leaving a crushed soul
 With a terrible rip, a cruel tear.


A piece of my heart cannot grow,
White numbness replaces the red;
“Time heals” they say, but it’s so slow, 
Mental wounds befuddle the head.


A piece of my heart bears each Name
Of ones still fondly missed;
Rich memories continue to remain,
Cherished photos are often kissed…


Copyright © paul holmes | Year Posted 2014

Details | Light Poetry |
Message from the Heart
(In Loving Memory of a Dear Friend)

One cold October evening we were sitting at your bed.
Conversing with friends, not knowing what was ahead.
We talked, laughed and reminisced, to relax away our fears.
We did what we’ve always done, throughout our many years.
It did my heart good my friend, to see your familiar smile.
A short time later you closed your eyes, to nap for a while.

One cold October evening, my thoughts went back in time.
From the day we met in 58’, to marriages yours and mine.
Together we did so many things, as best friends often do.
We played, partied, traveled, and shared many stories too.
Soon your will be walking, the stairs to heaven’s gate.
No worries my friend, we’ll meet again, and I will not be late.

One cold October evening, a shadow covered the sky.
As I peered out the window, a band of angels passed by.
I couldn’t help but notice, that they were not alone.
For I also saw a silhouette, perched upon a throne.
Ring, Ring went the phone, and in my heart I knew.
No one had to tell me, God sent the angels for you.

Copyright © Sarita Milliner | Year Posted 2015

Details | Limerick |
Eleven years to this day,
Isabelle Dinoire's face did lay.
Her Labrador ate it;
The surgeons replaced it --
But, she died of rejected display.

Copyright © Tom Arnone | Year Posted 2016

Details | Free verse |
My dear friend,
I want you to know
I am so sorry to hear
Your Mom had to go,
That her time here was finished
Though your pain not diminished
Know she is quite happy now
Doing something all new,
I pray for Gods' peace,
To fully soothe you!

Copyright © Christine Surina | Year Posted 2015

Details | Free verse |
We come, we go
We touch one another
And so:

Linda-Marie Bariana
The Sweetheart of Poetry
Who dared to share with me
Her wisdom, her charm

She has come and gone
But will touch me forever
 
©dbyrne jan27, 2014

Copyright © David Byrne | Year Posted 2014

Details | Couplet |
I am beginning this poem with a haiku.

Were on a great ship,
And Titanic was its name
With it fell in love.

That must have been what the Titanic Passengers
were first feeling on the Titanic.

Dat Tragedy Did Strike

Aboard the Titanic all of them clamored
On super ship and with were enamored
Captain spoke in voice that was eloquent
Then off to sea each passenger went.

Grandeur on ship was found everywhere
All articles and things handled with care
For upper deck people who were well to do
With special section designed for the crew.

But all were at mercy of God and His sea
And what should be an enjoyable jubilee
Into a disaster one day it did become
Relatives of dead were unhappy and glum. 

For blow dealt by iceberg monuments were made
On temporary grave sites flowers had been laid
And off to heaven is where all the dead went
As each flower also died and became spent.

Can you imagine what all of that must have
been like? Watch the series on TV sponsored
by National Geographic regarding Titanic.

James Thomas Horn, Retired Veteran and Poet
 
Also need a category for tragedy.

Copyright © James Horn | Year Posted 2015

Details | Verse |

When death eventually finds me I will look to open my memory box and smile to myself knowing that whatever is inside will never wilt under the fatal elements that haunt me that day.


January 12, 2016

Copyright © Sam Jameson | Year Posted 2016

Details | Light Poetry |
I went up the Kiwi to see the tree
It was Mike Parke I went to see
We had a chat and put the world to rights
And yes we established im too old to fight

Sat up their on the hill
I really saw what was the thrill
The view you have is truly amazing 
In the distance the sheep are grazing

Mike your legacy lives on 
A true gent with a beautiful son
Kady has really done you proud
I just wish you were still around

You touched the hearts of all you met
Even when you made us sweat
I feel for your family as you have gone
But like I say you legacy goes on

Thanks again Mike for all you have done
In life and even now when you have gone
You are a star and truly missed
And before you say no im not p####d

Thankyou for you chat today
Made it clearer
Showed me the way
In your debt I will always be
Enjoy it mike FLYING FREE !!!!!

Copyright © Gordon Alexander | Year Posted 2016

Details | Quatrain |

Oh, what horrors my eyes behold,
    The limbs of children, shredded, cold.
        Extreme, those souls, with hatred rife,
            Who defile the sacred charge of life ...

Oh, what perversions faith has spun,
    When babes are "target number one",
        In such a world of grief and doom,
            Where love and joy find little room.

Oh, why is innocence thus debased,
    By fiends who wear a friendly face?
        Countless, the tears this terror draws,
            For such forsaken and heinous cause.

Oh, how can we hope to e'er defeat,
    A foe with malevolence so replete?
        And how will we quell an evil, thus,
            That laughs and lives and looks ...

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Copyright © Gregory R Barden | Year Posted 2017

Details | Free verse |
Loss is intrusive Deafening in its presence, Intractable in its longevity, Intimidatory in its fearfulness. Boldly it gives rise to emptiness, Serving no master! Wishes scattered abroad for encompassing memories long gone, Experiences indelibly imprinted! Kindnesses, love, lifetimes gone; Dreams, notions, passions unfurled; Missions, relationships, friendship alone Reveal viscid qualities to a persona hurled.

Copyright © Lena Smith Carter | Year Posted 2015

Details | Free verse |
 

  Ouch! What a combination
  Do not let these two together
  I think, you think, they think?
  Wow! mauvais choix, Ouch!
  It has taken over

  Non! I say Oui!
  Foul play you see, reasoning indeed.
  What is this? It is beyond doubt
  La reponse is...

  Shoot! Justice or justice?
  Great people, dull gestion!
  I foresee failure in...

  La Republique!

Copyright © Tatiana Nde | Year Posted 2017