Best Dying Love Poems


In the Throes of Dying Love

In the Throes of Dying Love

In the throes of dying love, you’re a 
fallen angel, with no celestial saving grace.
Rose-tinted glasses shattered, you’re no longer 
my hero, just a stark-naked zero. 

You besmirch every passing season
that we shared…hacking them down, 
one by one, like ugly unwanted weeds
in your garden. And my hope for a new you 
faded with the waning silver of the moon.

You’ve lost your lissome, school-boy charms;
and the power to pinion me with your cold,
mesmerizing eyes, those squinting black holes
that once sucked me in…trying to suffocate me.

Your love is just as phony as your 
painted-on smile, and that old forged,
water-color painting of a loving couple, 
that I found buried under dust
and cobwebs in the attic.

But as that ancient, worn-out sun sinks to repose,
in the dense, oblivion of dark firmament,
so has our sojourn ended…and I’ve forgotten
why I loved you in the first place.

Sadly, like that cheap wedding ring you bought me,  
you’re irrelevant…in the throes of dying love.

05-22-2018

Contest:     Eight Word Challenge – 4 Poetry Contest
Sponsor:    John Hamilton
Placement: 3rd

8 Words: throes, celestial, besmirch, pinion, lissome, repose, firmament, sojourn

Dying Love

Those deep caramelized eyes

hidden behind continuous cries

Days, weeks, months

sitting at his side

holding his hand

the one who held your heart

the one who made you his bride


Lost, deeply entranced in memories

Nights laying by the fire

Captivated by desire

Those walks barefoot in the sand

Oh those days were grand

The soft slow kisses

The day you became his Mrs.

Making dreams come true

All the I love you's


I remember

Forty years ago when we met

sharing an umbrella

so I wouldn't get wet

You made me laugh

and giggle

.... at your jokes

I brushed your hand

and hair with little strokes


 remember

When we got to my flat

 didn't want to go in

You grabbed my hand

and pulled me in

That kiss was so sweet

One we would forever repeat


Where has the time gone

It seems like only yesterday

when we had our first date

You were not like anyone I had ever met

Such a gentleman, you were great

All those late night talks

cuddled on the couch

That little twinkle in your eye

You'll always be my guy


I miss those times

We'd sit on the porch

drinking our tea

I'd look at you

you'd look at me

We'd stare up at the night sky

Wishing upon falling stars

Picking one out

making it ours


I still hear our song

I still wear your favorite scent

I still long for your touch

 where has all the time went


I know our time won't be long

I must remain strong

those tired baby blues wearily open

gently squeezing my hand

tears roll down 

 you gaze lovingly at me


Another place, another time

again it will be we

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fade to black
© Tim Smith  Create an image from this poem.

Dying Love

First thing in the morning I rise needing you,
And the last thing before sunrise needing you.

The places we have traveled are empty,
Echoing silence since I prize needing you.

Food has no flavor leaving the world bland,
Since to be complete it is wise needing you.

Without you time has no meaning,
Days last foever while no time flies needing you.

Our family is incomplete with you gone,
We are lost as all our heart dies needing you.

You laugh and cast us aside,
Holding power over those with cries needing you.

You have become cold and distant,
I cannot stand any more lies needing you.

All passions have come to an end,
Through eternity I despise needing you.


Dying Love

.             Dying Love

A beautiful child conceived
to prevail the beauty of God's 
art
But right from the start
Secrets covered in a stiff cold 
heart
On those cold winter days
When two hearts molded to one

She cultivated her mind, her 
heart
for good seeds to be sown
He motivated the love by giving
promises as seeds
He suffocated the young love by 
his deeds
hoping that the child's future will 
succeed

Of all the promises sown in her 
mind
only one got to be reaped
Sad regrets heaped in the poem 
you are reading now
Only if the words could save our 
baby love before she dies

One can only reap what he 
sowed
my reward is the death of my 
young love
Hush little baby, your father has 
been careless from the start
If there is anyone to blame
Your dad torn you apart

A Random Felo De Se

I'm in a relationship with myself
Walking alone on a ticking clock
Improvising only to disappoint
Existing to be invisible.

People who came and left
Took a piece of me
I am now a matrix of crumbs
Bet I'm about to constellate

I self quarrel on a gloomy day
Still battling an overdose
Of between depression and Mirtazapines
Both kills me anyway

I will be in a relationship with myself
Not because there is no one left to
But because I am jaded with the inevitable
Death now is but a random blur

Will this solitude give me the cure?

Premium Member A Dying Love Affair

No matter my endeavors; she returns every year
Whether she totally does understand my despair

To this yearly seasonal unrequited sad love affair
As to her yellow flower beauty I don't have a care

Digging up foundations ripping away at her roots
A pouring of strong weed killer we are in cahoots

Her now lifeless body lies besides me as so felled
The satisfaction to her death inside me is quelled

But, such is her love for me; she will soon return
She's not one to give up; she will not be spurned

And come next year, she will give it one more try
Pleading with me I love you don't let our love die

Her heart broken, as yet again, I hear not her cry
As yet again her lifeless body does beside me lie

Maybe next year I should just let her up and grow
And for her my dandelion, in return my love show


Dying Love

Here I lie
Left here to die
By those considered allies 
So today is the day love dies
Harden the heart
Deaden the soul
Let your heart grow cold
But wait my advice should not be heeded
For I am not what you needed
Don't be like me
Be wise and see
That the love in your heart is what makes you good
Don't put on the darkness' hood
For the day love dies
Is the day the soul dies
And i don't want that for you my dear child
© Jay Eddy  Create an image from this poem.

In Memory of You

In Memory of You

So that even if my moribund mind fails
to show your fading beautiful face again,
you shall glow eternally in these trembling words.
By no means hollow are the choicest crowns
this dying poet does bestow on his cherished lover.

1st Prize, Something Beautiful 5 line rhyme Contest

Date: November 5 2021

A Dying Love.

A Dying Love.
by Cate Rock

An exposed neck.
Fangs hidden under heavy kisses.
A desire to become one with this vampire.
A dress on the floor,one more kiss,
Just one more.
I reach out for the door... He's gone to far.
I'm dead in the fire.
Draining of blood, SO much desire.
Becoming, becoming, I'm becoming one with the vampire.
Dressed in dead.
Emotions unread.
Dieing in side.
No place to hide.
Drained of hope.
At the end of my rope.
Dead at the end.
He was never my friend.

Dressed in coal.
Hundred years untold.
Buried alive.
No way to survive.
Dead past.
Nothing will last.

Forever gone...
Yet still singing my dead song... 




Submission date : 2009-03-11
© Cate Rock  Create an image from this poem.

Premium Member Dying Love

Good night my Love
Dream of the morrow
Sleep tight my Love
Know not of sorrow

Sleep well my Love
our true path is narrow
Good cheer my Love
see Cupid’s sweet arrow

All’s well my Love
hear songs of the sparrow
Take care my Love
I‘ll see you in shadow

Premium Member How To Prepare a Dying Love One

How in the world do you prepare a loved one for dying?
What if you as well as others have faithfully prayed
For your love one's healing? But instead of improving,
It only becomes much worse. And you storm the
Heavenly citadels of heaven reaching the very throne
Room of The Lamb of God who takes away the sins
Of the the world!

Most believers in Jesus Christ, firmly believe, "it is
Appointed unto man (or woman) once to die and
Afterwards the judgement." And as the Apostle
Paul, the apostle to the gentile nations once said.
"To be absent from the body is to be present with
The Lord." How well and good it is to be reassured
That your Christian friend will be going to heaven!

This is a much harshest case scenario! What if your
Loved one is not born again? You must first faithfully
And diligently pray for Dear Heavenly Father! To give
Unto you the very right words to say to him (or to her).
Hopefully, your unsaved loved one will ask you this
Very viable live changing and life saving question.
"What must I do to become saved?"

In that case situation you simply reply, "For God so
Loved (you) that He gave His only begotten Son; that
Whosoever believes on Him will not perish but have
Everlasting life." John 3:16.  What if you friend does not
Nether acknowledges God's very existence. And or your
Dying love one no longer believes in Him!

You can always pray for God to have mercy on his or hers
immortal soul.  And into your hands oh Lord we commend
His or her spirit. Speak those words or similar ones out
Loud. Hold on to your loved ones hand, and ask this question.
If you believe in God please squeeze my hand, if you are still
Able to do so.  I firmly believe that our dear Heavenly Father 
Does accepts and acknowledges death bed confessionals!

Why should any one of us wait until our eleventh hour to
Become saved? Multitudes of people die instantaneously with
Out even having a chance to become saved! And unfortunately
Some people miss out on their last opportunity to become
Born again believers in Jesus Christ, God's only begotten 
Son, and our precious Lord, Redeemer and Savior! We
Love, worship and honor Him because He first loved us!

Love in Christ Jesus Holy Name!
Roxanne Lea Dubarry
Roxy Lea 1954
Roxy 1954/ October Country
April 05, 2021

Dying Love

Our love, once like two vibrant leaves
Vigorous, lively, and vital;
Both clinging in a summer breeze
Beautiful and ornamental.
But time passes and our love died
Not unlike autumns foliage
Losing its vivaciousness-dried,
Withering in an outdoor stage
Where the slightest breeze sets them free
And separate but to perish.
Our love like the leaves on the tree
Where once it had thrived and flourished
Now a feeling in its last throes
Feebly lingering to let go.

Dying Love

Thrashing waves pounding against the rocks, the sound
of distant seaguls screaching from afar, all seem to know 
the time is near

Distantly the amber glow of a lonely lighthouse seems
to be fading further and further out of sight, shadows
now make it only visable

Fading in and out, I can still feel the numbness which
has actually become my only reprive from reality

Ever so close now, my love, time is no longer a commodity
nor is it even an equation

Smoky spaces seem to be more present than the air
inwich I breath
Even after the seagulls no longer cry, the lighthouse
loses its shadow, after the doves now replace the darkness,
will I Ever stop loving you.........

Dying Love

I lost too much of myself in love.
I gave all I had to give until what I was giving wasn’t enough.
He never asked for my heart
But he took it and much more before he decided to depart.
He tore it deep from my chest as he walked out of my life.
He took it from the only love I knew was right.
He couldn’t give his then he walked out the door.
He broke it over and over again until I couldn’t feel anymore.
My heart laid a shattered mess.
My feelings I will never profess.
Why did I stay?
So much I couldn’t say!
Interfering in his priorities, I was always in the way.
That’s the price I pay for feeling everyday.
Now I bare hi sacred scar that runs deep within that I keep well from being seen.
Its connected like a diluted gene.
I his tattered rag doll he tossed to the side, reliving the words he lied.
Living a lie thinking we felt the someway and him pretending everything will be ok.
You would never fight,
Not even for us last night.
In some ways you were right.
I you said you never knew.
I guess in some ways that was true.
The way I cared.
The way I shared.
Do you really think I would hurt you?
Do you really think everything wasn’t true?
Do you really believe I am a lie?
You made me feel so worthless I wanted to die.
You pushed me into doing things that wasn’t me.
As for us only in time we would see.
I stand here now looking for closure,
And now I see for sure a small man is nothing more.
I would like to break you at the knees to watch you fall
The way you watched me fall.
I would like to claw your eyes out and blinding you leaving you without for leaving these 
tears pouring,
But the how could you look at yourself in the mirror each and every mourning.

Our Dying Love

Sitting here staring down this  empty road
Some how i wish to see whats left me here
to defend on my own
My eyes turned away as I catch the last tear rolling down my face
Maybe  I loved you too long to see you change.

You thought it through you made you mind up
and wanted to move on
I can't help but feel used I was left here with all the blame
all the time to think in shame

Too many memories inside all I was left to  do is remember you
You didn't love me at all
You found  her and moved on. 
I realize I didn't  mean anything to you.
I am over it now it's nice to  know the truth that it was pretend to you.
I'm not going to sit here  crying over  you.

I know our love is gone,our eyes turned away each others

I know we're colder now and all that is left is our  dying love

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