Best Losses Poems
Atmospheric grayscale mirrors my mood
where rainbow pastels are loath to intrude,
monochrome perverse looms ‘cross universe -
black powder train, mind is gun barrel gray
cold dispassionate muzzle of dismay.
My happiness; my death will reimburse -
lifeblood bleeds an anemic attitude.
Susan Ashley
November 17, 2018
Good old ageing inevitably involves loss
Affecting our faculties
Varied for each individual
Different losses ,different degrees
Frustrating and difficult it is
A struggle at times to say the least
Adjusting and learning to cope with
“Life’s old age beast”
Along with losses there are personal gains
We individually accrue
The greatest blessing age has gifted me
Is absolute appreciation and gratitude!
Some losses can be sustained ,
And written off as collateral damage,
So we can live to fight another day,
And Love can still flourish without them.
Other losses can not be written off so lightly,
And our only hope is to regain what we lost,
If we want peace of mind and the ability to Love again.
The loss of respect, will cost you friends,
And Pity will be reflected in the countenance of all you meet.
The loss of trust will make it difficult to Love or be Loved.
The loss of Dignity will keep you away from the company you crave.
And even make you a little depraved.
So any loss of integrity will turn that little into a lot.
Motivation once lost, will take away any energy you have left and getting out of
Bed will be your biggest acheivement of the day.
Willpower once lost, can only be got back in a wrestling match with another.
As we think on what the loss of any one of these would mean to us,
We should do our best to not be the cause of their loss in others,
Or if we admit to being only human,
To give back what we have taken.
that's what it is to be a slave
but now you know the truth
and are no longer blind
outcomes are known
history cycles like a clock
it is discrete and you are not
less than this being lodged in time
captured and held upon the water wheel
that goes round and round and nobody knows
when the 'court' count will have no more use for you
stan sand
sacrificing self for better or worse is almost too much
the exact outcome's unknown and you do lose not win
you now know blindness but one day may see truth
rather than just what's true there then not here now
the stage is a play written so many time cycles ago
as histories clock and the actors obituary measure
stan sand
Flares of fire erupt,
Dust in the wind,
~ The World’s losses.
Tears from everyone,
Pain unimaginable,
~ the world’s losses.
Written by Lee Ramage
September 10, 2011
For Caroline Devonshire’s
“Remembering 9/11”
Placement: 7th
This Day, Greatest Losses, Blood Soaked Sands
Day to remember, honor for its gain
loss reminds us never, never again.
Neptune shook the sea, watched cannons fire
sandy beach blown apart, war's raging ire.
Courage, grit, sand, water, death and red-blood
ahead lay bloody roads and blood soaked mud.
D- Day, sacrifices where took heavy tolls
soldiers knew and thought that is how it rolls.
Beach, water and death with dark blood soaked sand
courage embraced to take back all that land.
On and on they came, rushing, dying waves
war had its feast, that feast it always craves.
Great loss, but victory is rarely free
they died to save all, all and you and me!
Robert J. Lindley, June 6th
Sonnet, dedicated to heroes that fought and that died on D-Day.
Looking outside my sill at the stardust waiting to fall,
I see Cashmere, my ivory horse, ready to leave the stall.
I remember the days when simplicity was all I knew,
when I would consider my good intentions in all I say and do.
For there is no greater love than the love I had with you.
Emptiness fills my essence and days no longer bring joy,
and to know it all started with the loss of our little boy.
I can’t find relief knowing I brought you such pain,
filled my soul with the damage of anger and disdain.
Now only engravings of sadness seem to remain.
We were building a future filled with happy reminiscing,
now your gentle embrace is all I seem to be missing.
As I consider why you left I see now I was at fault,
and can comprehend why your adoration came to a halt.
In between the warmth and cold I was definitely caught.
I knew no boundaries with my anguish and woe,
and caused you such misery making it hard to let go.
I now see atonement for me will not be obtained,
I know why your fondness diminished and refrained.
The ceasing of gratitude; no respect can be contained.
Please forgive me with sympathy, so very sorry am I,
I just can’t get over these losses no matter how hard I try.
Eight Word Challenge Poetry Contest
Robert Haigh
March 1, 2018
Life is a game of wins and losses,
You must know when to cut yourself off.
Cause I’ve tried to push through, I’ve tried to hold on,
Relentless yet insecure, I was nothing but a pawn.
Now the tide folds over, the season turns from brown to green
I face towards the sun, you’re still all that I see.
But something has changed, your skin is fading,
I smile as I foresee a happy ending.
And so it goes, the saying holds true,
The more time that passes, the more I forget about you.
Harden not your heart when humble pie lands on your plate
Rubbing your pride in the mud
Nudging your memory, reminding you it ain’t too late to debate
Whether crushing with a thud
Kills, steals or heals
Your longing pride
That feels
Too big to deride the ride
Into peacock attitudes
Built and overblown over the years
To delude yourself you’ve soared to such lofty latitudes
You can’t roll back the years to join volunteers
Who willingly accept the loss
Suffered in soccer
Where World Cup match outcomes toss
Out Spain, France, Argentina, Spain, or Brazil with no rancor
To entertain
Today or tomorrow
To ascertain, maintain or retain
Sanity, dignity, humanity in your bone marrow.
i have to let go
of things i use no more
past papers of rough drafts
bottles of perfumes
devoid of their scents
pairs of shoes
I've grown too old for
i have to let go
of things i use no more
give them out
burn them up
clean my closet ASAP
throw things away
that have no place to stay
and things i cant have
unrequited love
unrealistic goals
he thousand and one things
in my to do lists
one bullet at a time
one task then the next
I've to push aside
those that merely fill my desk
I'm clearing my dish
i think I'll just have
a small chicken wing
chocolate dessert or something
and maybe
a glass of wine
these i can trust
not to upset my digestion
one door closes
another opens
i have to let go
of necessary losses
for new horizons
tangible expectations
that's how life goes
Remonstrations, protestations, recriminations
In the wake of a calamity that strikes below the belt
In communities decimated and disabled by insinuations
Brought to a head when fickle feelings melt
As tempers in embers flare
In scenarios of utter disbelief prompted by dysfunctions
In families with implicit love deficit declare
A truce among gladiators lest functions
Held in high esteem at best
Considered tenuous at worst in the light of evidence
Adduced by a traditional herbalist to test
Depth and strength of balance, cadence, credence
In norms hitherto perceived as golden standard
In matters of natural justice
Scoring above or below zero on a scorecard displayed with prominence on a placard
Denounce the injustice
Shown and grown with no iota of shame to collect and dissect scalps
Carried, harried, buried six feet under
In Utopian Alps
Reeking of the stench of blunder and thunder by a gander who considers gender
A taboo with tattoos of blame
Training, staining, raining participants to a cabal
With the lame name
Ordinarily thought banal
Strut the shame a family feels
At a low point in the life
It purports to live when squealing eels
Swimming in family ponds and puddles of strife
Stick a sharp knife
Into taboos of bamboos it desecrates
As a funeral fife
Consecrates and concentrates cancer crates
To wind up a discourse of the mute
While weeping eyes
Refuse yielding to coercion to recruit
Sties, ties, flies and pies teeming with lugubrious lies.
Last night i had a dream, in the dream all of my closest friends were there with me waiting for him.
An old friend who everyone missed. The door opened and he stood there with no expression on his face. Silence was cast throughout the room like a ghost not seen but noticed, until the close friends attacked him. Not violently but happily with joyous laughs and fun. Everyone and thing disintegrates into black and two large drapes fell from my view and i was in my room. I found my awareness, and realized the old friend was never coming through that door. As my thoughts diminished i say to myself, goodbye.
abandoned parklands
filled with decaying dreamscapes…
frozen wine cooler
A couple
Tough losses
At the beginning
Of the season
Is a sad thing
But also good
For uprising