Best Love And Loss Poems
"I love you."
Three important words
To show how we feel.
Too oft spoken
And not meant
Or too little spoken
When it is meant.
To cherish one you love
Is a noble ambition
And oft under-appreciated.
To let someone know
The place they hold
Deep within your heart.
If we knew how long we had
To be with our loved ones
And it was only a day
Would we still hesitate
And waste the time away?
Regret is what will come our way
If we kept our feelings hidden.
For once gone, tis hard to heal
The hole of loved ones dear.
Tis something I have heard
From others who've suffered loss
"I am no longer whole,
I've lost a precious part.
They've taken with them
A piece of my heart."
So would we rather ache
From not sharing
Our deepest feelings?
Or would we rather say
With utmost sincerity
Those three simple words?
And even though
We may not know
The time that does remain
We can share those words
That our heart does contain.
"I love you."
I didn’t ask you to come.
You came anyway--
like sympathy could scrub
the blood off my breath.
Don’t you see?
My grief is mine.
You’re holding tissues
like they matter.
You’re speaking
like you understand.
You don’t.
Not the burn. Not the echo.
Let me fall.
Let me break and
crawl through it--
I need the splinters
to feel like proof
that I was touched at all.
And yet,
if you leave now
I will hate you
more
than I already hate
everything else.
The Lakota Sioux tell a story about the sun and moon
which is ultimately a story about love…and loss…
about two tribes that lived on either side of a river…
a river they were forbidden to cross.
But one day a young girl from the moon tribe on one side of the river
and a young boy from the sun tribe on the other side…
saw each other and immediately fell in love…
a love they could not hide.
So, from each side of the river they both began to build a bridge…
and when it was was complete
on that bridge halfway across the river…the two young lovers would meet.
When the two tribes discovered this…
the two lovers were killed and their spirits sent away….
the spirit of the moon child was sent to light the night…
while’s the spirit of the sun child was sent to light the day.
But love is not so easily extinguished…not so easily marooned…
for there are moments when they share the sky
when the sun’s love illuminates the moon.
And if you’re lucky, as we were recently, to be there when they share the sky…
when their stars align….
from the moment they first see each other…you can see how their love shines.
And every now and then…though to us it may not seem like much…
If we’re lucky…during an eclipse…we see the two lovers touch…
When we see them smile or touch one another…then quickly part
We know their love is true…indeed
showing how sometimes when it comes to love…
a smile across the distance…
or a momentary touch
is all you ever need.
Love and loss are a heaven and a hell;
a purgatory and limbo, a place
of sorting out: a place where lovers fell;
and drift into reflective, lonely space,
a realm that's not a lover's citadel,
but still a place where souls may yet embrace.
For my birthday ,
was a puppy ,
cute and friendly ,
it became eventually .
Fluffy and white ,
never used to bite ,
social and active ,
and never used to fight .
But one day ,
a tragedy happened ,
my spirits were dampened ,
and my heart was saddened .
I gave him chocolate ,
A poison to him ,
His face was dim ,
And breathless ….
I took him to the vet ,
Where he treated him ,
I was praying ,
‘O Lord please save him !’
And soon he was fine ,
I know he is a brave doggy ,
And who’s doggy is he ??
Of course , he’s mine !! :))
Love and Loss
Ghosts of missed chances, haunt my restless mind,
Regrets and what-ifs, leave my heart confined.
Yet I raise my glass, to hope’s flickering flame,
Praying for love’s revival, a second chance to claim.
So I wander through the city, with hope in my eyes,
Knowing love may come, in unexpected disguise.
For in this modern world, where hearts are easily lost,
I’ll keep searching for love, no matter the cost.
He loves her.
His love for her never ends.
“Love is patient, love is kind.”
The good book says.
Time..
It is your best friend if you think about it.
It is also your worst enemy;
It shows no mercy nor welcomes your white flag.
The sinister disguise of Death and his pale green horse,
Hung in offices, homes, and churches.
12:08 pm..
Tears paint his face and the rain befriends him.
12:35 pm..
Hugs, kisses, and condolences:
“Love never dies.”
“Love lasts for eternity.”
“She will always live in you.”
I don’t respond;
I lack the strength.
I have crafted up a bronze statue in my heart.
Forever will my love be for her.
Forever will I be her keepsake.
The consequence of love is not a tragedy as I once believed.
The tragedy is not understanding what love is.
The tragedy is not being loved.
My heart is now the way it should be.
In the shadows where silence reigns,
Death's icy touch, no soul refrains.
A whisper soft, a chilling breath,
Steals away, the sting of death.
In the depths of night, where fears abide,
Grim specter lurks, where shadows hide.
With hollow eyes and ghostly stare,
It claims its prize, with little care.
A mother weeps, her child now gone,
In sorrow's grasp, she's left alone.
A lover's cry, a heart undone,
As life fades into the setting sun.
But in the darkness, a glimmer of light,
A hope that shines, through endless night.
For though death's grip may seem so vast,
Love's memory, forever lasts.
So hold dear those you hold so tight,
In love's embrace, find solace in sight.
For though death's call may come to be,
In love's embrace, we're forever free.
Love and Loss
©January, 2014
They say it is better
To have loved and lost,
Than to have never loved
And have emotions tossed.
To see a loved one
Go carelessly astray,
Is difficult to do more
Than to diligently pray.
To hope that someday
Their return you’ll see,
Is a constant prayer
That you earnestly plea.
Alas to write of love and loss and death
Should cause us all to savor every breath
And yet we squander time and precious ink
Commenting on the thoughts that others think
For thoughts are woven from recycled thread
Rekindling the life of things for too long dead
Cause us to search for long forgotten tears
For thoughts of death awaken all our fears
So, is it better to be free from thought
For fear we may recover what we sought
Somehow squeeze the tears to streams of ink
To write with honesty the things we think
For is not joy the memory we seek
So give it voice, be bold, and let it speak
I can still remember the last time I saw you,
A glimpse I throw before you leave the door.
It was a rainy afternoon,
Wind blew so hard,I asked you not to leave.
But I have no strength to make you stay.
You follow your heart,
You left me in vain.
Everyday, I ask to heaven.
Why do these memories don't fade away.
Why does love comes to an end.
I was left in the corner of our room.
Reminiscing the moments we'd shared.
The first day you knocked on my door.
The first time I let you in.
The time we sipped hot milk together.
The eternal happiness you brought to my soul.
Those have been gone since the day you said goodbye.
I am hopeless,dying to feel your warmth.
I long to feel your kiss on my cheek.
When you lick me and send me to bliss.
You knew you're the only one I have on earth.
I am here now,standing in the rain.
Still hoping to see you once again....
For once, to tell you how much I love you.
That this life is not complete without you.
I want you back,my precious one.
I miss you,Coochie...my little Siberian.
Her primal feelings
unleashed a torrent
of pure intensity
We tasted her sorrow
as tongues of fire
Her grief stricken
love filled heart
unleashed the force
of her pure passion
Illuminating our minds
with the knowledge
of her love and loss
Two small butterscotch eyes look up at me.
As I weep sobs of sorrow and pain
My tears fall from my face like rain.
I hear the gentle soothing purrs of my small yellow cat
As I fall to me knees from where I sat.
The thought of my loved one so slowely passed,
It all happened oh so fast.
One minute she was there,
and the next I knew not where.
I am so ready for that day
When God will come and see her I may.
The loss of a grandmother is oh so hard
But your love and feelings should not be barred.
And now I must not cry
For it is time to say goodbye.
Oh, the ballad of love and loss
A tale that's oft been told
Of hearts that break and love that's lost
Leaves a heavy weight on one's soul
Once, I loved a fair maiden
Her beauty like the morning sun
But she left me, without warning
And my heart was undone
I wander now, through fields and forests
Searching for what I've lost
But she's gone, and I am left with
The ballad of love and loss
The wind sings through the branches
Of the trees that line the way
But all it brings is sorrow
As I think of her each day
Oh, the ballad of love and loss
A sorrowful song to sing
But though my heart may be broken
I'll keep on living
For one day, I'll find my way
To a love that's pure and true
And the ballad of love and loss
Will be but a distant memory, a hue.
Is it better to have loved and lost
Then to have never loved at all
The question still perplexes me
For I've taken the fall
A broken heart might mend in time
Or go on feeling blue
How are pieces gotten back
That still remain with you
The voids are filled with hardened thoughts
That soon construct a wall
Whose boundary guards a grieving heart
With each one it grows tall
So to chip away at the wall
Will now take quite some time
Only trust, and truth, and heartfelt love
Can lead to its demise