Best Dead And Gone Poems
When I’m dead and gone
you’ll still be having fun.
Occasionally remembering
when we were under the sun.
When I’m dead and gone
tears will be shed.
Memories suddenly remembered
only to be overcome by dread.
When I’m dead and gone
my body will be under ground.
But my *heart* will still be here,
you just won’t hear it’s sound.
When my soul is out of this body,
hear me when I say
"I am still here”
"I didn’t go away”
Life is like a red umbrella
dancing in the sweet blue rain or
running through the deepest puddle
Lord, offer thee, just a few things,
white robe or gown, for
My trip to heaven,
When I am dead and gone
Please, do not bring me
flowers I cannot smell,
red roses I cannot see,
a world, I cannot touch,
just keep on living,
In this earthy-place, when
I am dead and gone
When I am gone you can spread the word
And leave your cage like a big black bird
You can tell your world of my dreadful deeds
And give your hungry lover all the food he needs
You can eat your breakfast with you hair undone
When I'm dead and gone
The birds will sing about your evil ways
And make stormy weather in your holidays
You willl ask your lover what's happenin' here
And you will look for comfort in my Irish beer
But no drinks can mend your heart of stone
When I'm dead and gone
When my glass gets empty and my time runs out
I dont care any more what you talk about
If your stories are true or a goddamn lie
I'll leave this place with my head up high!
You'll hear the sound of thunder in distant skies
You can fake some tears in your evil eyes
You can give your lover my aftershave
Put a rolling stone on my unmarked grave
Then tell all your friends the bad things I've done
When I'm dead and gone
You can put my poems in a lonesome song
And you can shred a tear as you sing along
Then give it all away to some travelling soul
Along with lonely days and the time you stole
Then you can count the battles I lost and won
When I'm dead and gone
When my glass gets empty and my time runs out
I dont care any more what you talk about
If your stories are true or a goddamn lie
I'll leave this place with my head up high!
when i'm dead and gone;
i'll be the wounds on your wrists, and i'll be the sketchy marks that reminds you how
the blood was touching your skin when you thought you couldn't feel.
i'll be the broken bottle next to your bed & i'll be the wine on the floor slipping through
the cracks, searching for an escape.
i'll be the red rose in a black vase standing in your living room, standing lonely, resting.
resting in devotion, resting in the moonlight while my leaves are dying slowly.
i'll be the cooling breeze blowing through your beautiful blonde elegant hair while the
red sky is speaking passion & beauty.
i'll be the sadness in your smile, but most of all;
when i'm dead and gone, i'll be the joy at the center of your being knowing that my
soul will live on forever and ever, in the good and the bad, and i'll be there, every
morning.
to kiss you awake with the sounds of nature and gentle sensation when the first rays of
sun touches your skin.
and you'll apreciate me, for all that i am.
Don't wait till I'm dead and gone
To shower me with praise and song
For the words you speak when I'm alive
Are worth more than flowers on my grave
Don't wait till I'm six feet deep
To share the memories we can keep
For the laughter and joy we share right now
Are the best gifts you can give somehow
Don't wait till I'm a distant memory
To tell the world how much you need me
For the love we have is meant to be shared
And the appreciation we give, can never be spared
So hug me tight and say those words
That fill me up and leave me stirred
For the time we have is all we know
Don't wait till later, let your feelings show.
When I am dead and gone,
My name will still live on.
For I leave behind a legacy,
Of love, kindness, and bravery.
In the hearts of those I've touched,
My memory will be clutched.
Stories of my life will be told,
By the young and the old.
My name will be whispered,
In admiration and respect rendered.
It will be etched on stone,
As a reminder of a soul known.
I may be gone from this world,
But my influence will still twirl.
For the good I've done will last,
Long after my time has passed.
So fear not, for I am alive,
In the hearts of those who strive,
To be like me, kind and strong,
When I am dead and gone.
Looking at Mister Death in the mirror each day, I chuckle
The idea of worrying about when my time on earth ends
It really is very comical to me in many ways
At age fifty, I have outlived both my father and sister
Fifteen years past my father and ten past my little sister
So, every day I wake up is just plain gravy to me
If anyone in the future finds this ranting poem somewhere
Let me notify you of the central issues of today
You might find them rather amusing, as I certainly do
Foremost is the obsession of eliminating wrinkles
Women routinely inject poison into their aged faces
They can’t show any sincere emotions, but their face is flat
The next driving fixation is men maintaining erections
Men spend millions of dollars each day to maintain this power
When watching sports, one knows all men suffer from this disorder
We must discuss the concern of the temperature on earth
Billions of people, worldwide, think man is burning the planet
And if we don’t turn back into cavemen, we’re all going to die
Let’s review our priorities, here in two thousand and eight
Wrinkle free faces and permanently erect penises
And last, but not least, saving the planet from evil mankind
I would assume, if you’re reading this poem, you must be alien
One hundred years have passed; all human life has ceased to exist
Nothing remains except little blue pills, empty syringes
And the rusted carcasses old Toyota Priuses
© Copyrights G. Jones 2008
Dead and gone
You think you know me but I'm wiser than chess
I was born to attest
Confess
God only knows how the rest of you bless
Children screaming I want so the parents get it I guess
You earn less
You don’t sleep because you didn't quite give it your best
The woman you love is sleeping in an apartment with a man who takes care of his mess
Goes jogging in the mornings to keep from growing older digest
Wakes up one morning with a gun at his chest
Get out of town or the blood will flow like the rivers of tears I cried to kill flesh
I am the saviour and you are my quest so lay down before me or by the name of the lord; then you can figure out the test.
WERE WORE YOU WHEN I NEEDED YOU MOST TO HELP ME GET THREW
MY DARKEST DAYS WERE THE SUNSHINE REFUSED TO SHINE ON A CLOUDY DAY
EVERY DAY WAS SO HARD TO SEE A CLEAR BLUE SKY ON A RAINY DAY
WERE THE STORM FOUND ITS WAY INTO MY LIFE NO TEARS TO DRY
EMOTIONS ON HIGH ALERT FOR THE STORM WAS ABOUT TO HIT
FLYING WITH THE BREEZE WET DROPS FALLING ON ME WET AND COLD WAS THE AIR
DID NOT DARE TO MOVE FOR FEAR I WOULD BE TAKEN IN MID AIR AND THROWN
TO THE GROUND WERE LATER BE FOUND DISORIENTATED NO REASONING FRIGID
FROM THE FLIghT THAT TRANSPIRED A CIRCLE OF BLACK BLUE CLOUDS A ROAR FROM THE SKY
BRING FOURTH DEVASTATION IN ITS PATH RUNNING FOR SHELTER FROM ITS WRATH
WERE WORE YOU TO HOLD ME DOWN WHEN EVERYONE UP AND LEFT BEFORE THE STORM
BECAME A NORMAL WAY OF FIGHTING TO SURVIVE A NEW WAY OF CIRCUMSTANCES
NO ONE HELD ME UP WHEN I WAS DOWN NO ONE CARRIED ME WHEN I COULD NOT WALK
NO ONE SHOWED ME THE LIGHT WHEN I COULD NOT SEE NO ONE MADE ME STRONG WHEN I WAS WEAK NO ONE HEAL ME WHEN I WAS SICK NO ONE LISTED WHEN I CRIED NO ONE DRIED MY TEARS WHEN I WEPT IN THE MID OF MY STORM A BRIGHT LIGHT APPEAR
LIKE THE ROAR OF A LION ITS VOICE AND LIGHT TRANSPIRED THREW IT ALL I AND I ALONE
HAVE BEEN THERE SEEN IT ALL TAKE PLACE THREW THE NO ONES YOUR HEAVENLY FATHER
GUIDED YOU FROM AFAR FOR I NEW YOU WOULD GET THREW THE STORM AND FIND YOUR
WAY BACK HOME WHEN IN DESPAIR YOUR HEAVENLY FATHER HAVE ALWAYS BEEN THERE
TO THROW THE ROPE OF HOPE TO THE NEW YOU FOR THE OLD IS DEAD AND GONE
Tears cannot stop flowing down my face,
You broke the news to me through the computer,
You didn’t even have the guts to say it to my face!
I said it would happen,
You promised it wouldn’t.
You try to tell me “nothing will change” !
But it always does,
Everyone knows it all changes.
I can’t do this anymore!
My heart is tired of your games!
Every other day is just another heartbreak,
The days between are filled with your lies to make me forgive you and patch up the holes.
This time was different though,
Before your betrayal came from one night stands and flings,
This time the betrayal is from your new relationship.
I said it would happen,
You promised it wouldn’t.
Well you cannot break my heart if it is not beating.
Alex you will always be the one,
Even when I'm dead and gone.
Shattered, broken...Gone,
Just disappeared into mid-air!
Now I start to feel alone,
Telling everybody that it's not fair,
Holding a grudge against everyone I know,
Because that one person had to go,
Knowing I’m growing too old to cry,
Not a kid anymore and someone died,
I can't cry everyday like I want too,
But that person’s death sticks to my heart like glue,
It hurts badly; don't know what to do now,
I have not a clue if I am angry or sad,
It's these tests, tribulations and trails,
Why does everything have to happen to me?
These things are nothing that I want to see,
Family, loved ones, why is life in such fast motion,
I never asked for such destruction,
I want to grieve but my mind is telling me no,
My eyes, my body keeps telling me yes,
I just wish the pain in my heart would go,
Because right now there is more than destruction...
My life is scattered everything seems to be a mess,
I want nothing more, but something less,
Like a best man, right hand man,
Just a real true friend,
Or a shoulder to cry on...
Because I can't take back what’s already gone.
When I am dead and
six feet under,
please don’t bring me
flowers I can not smell,
red roses I can not see or
stems I can not touch
Well, don’t let your
left hand know what your
right hand is doing and...
everything will be all right
When I am dead and gone,
just keep on living, because
life is like a red balloon
on a string and sailing
gently on a gust of wind
Posted By: Gregory W Golden Dated 8 Oct 2006
One day I’ll be dead and gone.
The world will forget about me.
But life will still keep rolling on
As it does now without me.
Nothing that I do will last
No matter just how clever.
Forgotten once it’s in the past,
All dead and gone forever.
One day I’ll be dead and gone,
No memory worth keeping.
And all who’ll mourn my passing on
Will finish with their weeping.
Will they recall me? Prob’ly not
For I’ve no fame or fortune.
I struggled hard for all I got
And I got no fair portion.
One day I’ll be dead and gone
And won’t worry ‘bout tomorrow.
To never see another dawn,
Live no more days of sorrow.
And no one will remember me.
That’s for the best, I’m certain.
In the end we all will see
The closing of life’s curtain.
One day I’ll be dead and gone
Yes, dead and gone forever.
Six feet under some guy’s lawn
Yes, dead and gone forever.
I’m loosing you
Her voice went out
Muffled by hospital walls
Again she said
I’m loosing you
But there was no reply
Please don’t go
Her voice high pitched
Reached out just like
A safety line
As though her words
Could bring him back
But nothing could be heard
I’m loosing you she said
Into a cell phone
With the battery dead
He's dead and gone
In vain I look for comfort
Despondent, walking along the beach
The waves sweeping onto the pebbled shore
The drifting shale
The sands of time
The mortal affliction of life and death
Cruel fate has struck its final blow,
He's dead and gone
In vain I look for comfort.
W.A CHOLT. Copyright Fergal O Reilly. 2019.
24/8/19