Best Sympathylost Poems
I lost my mum to cancer
But hell, he lost his son
There not suppose to go first
They are so very young
I sit here and I wonder
How would I ever cope
Mum’s passing was just too much
Left my heart without a hope
It was so long ago now
And still the pain is sharp
His son has only just gone
Five years they’re been apart
The memories of hurts here
Feel just like yesterday
Those left here without you
Need to live another way
And still I hang onto you
If nothing but your name
I know again I’ll see you
This life is but a game
I’ll hold onto my power
Not let death have its say
We’ll always remember our love
Sweet kiss of yesterday.
Humanity lost sound
Humans need sanctuary around
Need not cut forests
It will soon be the destined ground
For the lost love hath hatred found
The car
The party
All runs through my head
The stupid decision to drive
Instead of asking a friend
The tears keep coming
Although I wish to stop
The stupid decision
To drive and not walk.
The road where you wrecked
Was close at heart
Sitting there we wished on stars
Laughed out loud in the dark.
All the memories we shared
Could never compare to
The loved one we lost there.
Shattered glass lay on the side of the road
Where you wrecked that horrible day
Now a beautiful cross gives way
Memories we lost Memories we shared
Give way to you in Heaven somewhere.
We agree to grieve
against all inaccuracies
that you plant ,going awry all the time
to make us fall as preys to your planted ill fate
Your reddened eyes
will not frighten me my friend!
Your hard heart
and autumnal feel always –do--.
Practically you are a key doll
ready to play foul in some ones' hands.
Humanity is not there
to counter your criminal bent of mind
and you feel not faulty at your heart beats
when some of their hopes and desires
are soaked in blood –shed
showered by your splinter stricken bombs
Have you not heard the cries of a mother
Who lost her grown up children?
Have you not heard the bane
showered on you by the children
Who lost their bread earners?
all these will not go unrewarded
by a suitable punishment in days to come.
Let not your own people meet this type of ill fate
Today or tomorrow,in the similar kind of unhappy blasts
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The event was not a grave side ritual
Yet it bored the mark of great grief,
A lady mounted the stage with a candle that’s punctual;
She punctured the atmosphere with her sobs not brief.
We shall overcome, we shall overcome she sang;
With tears flowing freely from her crimsoned balls.
Free the drugs end needless tears her bells rang,
She craves the key to open the long sealed walls.
An AIDS patient she is, in a quest for survival,
With a candlelight of hope in her dying hands;
She joins the rest of the world … in memorial
Of those we lost to no-orientation, no-drugs’ island.
AIDS is real, zip up with zeal, look before you leap,
What a sincere song from the wells of a widow
Whose husband lost his life to his uncontrolled zip
-AIDS is not the end of life, don’t sleep in sorrow.