Death of A Friend Poems | Examples of Death of A Friend Poetry

We hadn’t talked in years, not really. Not since childhood, when grass stains and ghost stories bound us like magic. Cousins, but closer than that — best friends before the world grew quiet. We were six, sitting in circles at recess, telling wild stories just to make the hours stretch. Remember the green-eyed creatures who chased us in our dreams? The ghost at Grandma’s house you swore was real? I never doubted you. We...

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Stun me. Rewind your music. Tap your feet to the sound that stirs you. Listen— the cuckoo clock is counting seconds back. Brush the cobwebs from your eyes. Reignite. Slip into your own pocket. Become your own muse. A compass. A flame. Listen to your pulse. Move where your body leads. Unravel the ache. Open the door. Let joy rush in. Tousle your hair. Wriggle your shoulders. Fall, unbraced, into your dream. Take...

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I'm sorry I didn't bring roses to your funeral. I brought a Christmas wreath instead. I didn't want to symbolize your withering, I wanted to represent your eternity, and the joy you brought others instead. ...

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I went to drink coffee at one of those cute little coffee-drinking places, and I couldn’t help but think of you. I tried not to. But then, the waiter/ barista/ whatever you call them had to come and give me my drink. It had a flower in it, a tulip - made out of whipped...

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There is too much silence after death From the one who leaves and the ones bereft And the ones bereft are the ones who need The One who's defeated death and birthed belief A belief in Him (that's God's advice) Finds relief in Him our intercessory Christ...

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A quiet handshake— now just dust on the breeze falls, names fade with the dusk....

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I did not come to win the world— I came to feel it bleed. To taste the silence in the hungry mouth, To weep where no one dared to read. To my family— You held my name like worn cloth, never quite knowing what I was stitched to become. But I loved you more than I could say. I only wanted to bring...

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Digestion liquesces peppermint. I chew the leaves for both of us, an aftertaste when stillness is an afterthought. Dust gleams like the raised plastic on a debit card. Winds seem to bank and then burst through a window in a venetian blind-slatted sunshine; bars slit across you on the floor. Strangers make front entrances where shoes scuff the rug. The briefest, jagged arcs...

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Ellington is sitting and tinkling the black and white keys Coltrane standing and blowing like an autumn breeze Mood__ Nostalgic, misty-eyed, and feelings of tenderness Her sweet perfume lingers, her velvety voice echoes, and her sweet caress I cherish Sentimental__ Relishing, missing, and longing for a distant but not forgotten yesterday Today, I sit alone. Alone in a sentimental...

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I'm lost Without your hand To hold The walk To school of life Less bold You vanished In a Puff. So quickly My heart So sad My tummy sickly No stop No hug The speeding car Whisked you Away No au revoir The color In my life Now blue My hand So cold. I'm missing you CV 1.7.25...

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**The Wicket-Keeper** Today, I learned that a lover I once cherished has passed away. Just yesterday, he was alive, and I never imagined I would feel this way about him. It’s strange how I rarely think about the rain unless it floods my drains, my driveway, or my beloved rose garden, or dampens my happy mood....

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The ghostly night was filled with gloom As from your grave we walked away. Grief-stricken, there beside your tomb; Through Heaven's gate you've gone. A friend you were until that day You met your godforsaken doom And taken through death's alleyway. From the long stay in your dim room Where pain and groaning came to stay, Gossamer wings you now assume; Through Heaven's gate you've...

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I write not with anger, but with the burden of sorrow that cannot be cleansed by diplomacy nor buried beneath the noise of geopolitics. For in Gaza, the earth drinks the blood of children, and the sky records the cries of mothers, while the world—our world—calculates the cost of silence. Under the shadow of international law, we proclaimed the right to...

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You laid me in the earth But I am with you, you are not alone. I caress your check disguised as the wind. I hug you as the warmth of the sun. I sing to you as birds tweeting And the owls hooting. I am the movement of the clouds Sheltering you from the heat. As I watch over...

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longevity... a natural proclivity of the mind the want... the desire to live a long... prosperous life basking in rays of sunshine... though even in the midst of life's strife's we dig our heels in and deal with life's spills... in hushed awareness we know one day the curtain will close our sun will set in our medley of...

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