Loss Death Poems | Examples
These Loss Death poems are examples of Death poems about Loss. These are the best examples of Death Loss poems written by international poets.
Grieving is loss, manifested
Raw emotion: peace molested.
Missing what was and is no more
Often senseless, the fruit of war.
Grieving is pain, piercing the spirit
Visceral, where none can hear it
It abides in the heart, rewinds in the mind
The compassionate see it, others are blind.
Grieving grows, the longer you live
Loved ones lost, how it pains to outlive.
The key to surviving, is remember the gifts
To embrace the blessings more than the hits.
Categories:
blessing, death, grief,
Drugs and dope lower immune and social defenses
Out of wits and senses
Prone to diseases and loss of breath
Ends only in DEATH
09/September/2025
Drugs Poetry Contest
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Categories:
death, drug,
the fire spreads quickly
nothing can stand in its way
firemen are coming
Categories:
death, fire, loss, nature,
To you, the one I leave behind, I write,
Not clothed in grief, but wrapped in tender song.
Though parting comes, as surely comes the night,
Our souls have known a bond both deep and strong.
No tear can dim the love that once was ours,
Nor silence steal the echoes of your name.
I go where time dissolves like falling stars,
Yet what we shared, no ending can disclaim.
Think not of loss, but of the life we made,
Of laughter sown, of gentle hours we knew.
Though shadows fall, let memory never fade,
But bloom eternal, evergreen and true.
So take this peace, though flesh and breath resign:
My heart will forever walk with the one I left behind.
Categories:
death, goodbye, heaven, inspirational,
Surviving the waves of pain,
Loss of three children that she gained.
Flowing into a pit of despair.
Home burned.
Taken away.
Raped until her uterus faded one day.
Left starving on a lost shore.
No hope anymore.
Hair gone short except for a straggle or two.
Neatly braided with an old tin can.
Necklace found buried in the sand.
Ready to try for a new land.
Selling self for the money that's due.
Off on a boat with three hundred and two.
Everyone bailing until close to land.
Not surviving as water rushes in.
Sinking slowly.
Floating back.
To where she began.
Categories:
death, 12th grade, africa, crazy,
I see a long winter coming
(yes, I know)
the dull gray spreads ahead of me,
there ain’t no use in running
(if I could)
from yourself you can never flee.
There’s a long winter coming
(how’d I know)
you’d take it to such an extreme,
thought that we were something,
(yes, you did)
when to ‘benefits’ we agreed.
…Oh, the lies we tell,
to fake peace with ourselves,
you were in that dark place…
but nothing did you say…
In the long winter coming
(how will I)
forget the picture I was shown
by a cop so condemning
(let me see)
just how you’d laid yourself low.
In this long winter coming
(I will ask)
why you couldn’t tell me the truth,
always said we’d end it
(if we found)
ourselves in love with someone new.
…Oh, how could it be,
a triviality,
with fire took a turn,
and how it left you burned…
O’er the long winter coming
(I will say)
I’d have left her if I had known,
if I’d learned of your feelings
(I’d take you)
as mine to see if it would grow.
Now the long winter coming
(weighs on me)
all that was lost with your dark choice,
I’m left here, undone, and
(every day)
I wish I could still hear your voice…
Categories:
death, loss, lost love,
RELEASE
For loving memory
She must depart
Forever lovely
Forever apart
My lilac of beauty
White satin dream
In solitude and raindrops
Forever it seems
Categories:
death, loss,
Old Man
Old man asleep on the floor, does he dream of all his years from before. When in his youth he ran wild, digging and being the guardian of the farm where nothing dated go near? Or perhaps of escaping to only go to the pound, were they knew him by name, because of his frequent escapes he perfected to a tee. Graciously greeting him with hugs and treats, he was special to them on each one of his retreats.
This old man brought many years of unconditional love and companionship for me, but the end of his days are drawing near. I am grateful for each of those devoted years 18+ years along with great sadness when the end of his days are here. He's not just a dog but a part of me that will forever go on in my memory.
He sleeps more than usual because his body needs rest to prepare for his adventure he has next. I have no doubt his next adventure will be something he will look forward to, because of how great it will be. His adventure next will be no more old man but of youth and unwavering health in God's great hands.
Categories:
animal, bereavement, death, leaving,
Old Man
Old man asleep on the floor, does he dream of all his years from before. When in his youth he ran wild, digging and being the guardian of the farm where nothing dated go near? Or perhaps of escaping to only go to the pound, were they knew him by name, because of his frequent escapes he perfected to a tee. Graciously greeting him with hugs and treats, he was special to them on each one of his retreats.
This old man brought many years of unconditional love and companionship for me, but the end of his days are drawing near. I am grateful for each of those devoted years 18+ years along with great sadness when the end of his days are here. He's not just a dog but a part of me that will forever go on in my memory.
He sleeps more than usual because his body needs rest to prepare for his adventure he has next. I have no doubt his next adventure will be something he will look forward to, because of how great it will be. His adventure next will be no more old man but of youth and unwavering health in God's great hands.
Categories:
animal, bereavement, death, leaving,
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a winter's night ~
tears collect in pools
Categories:
dark, death, grave, imagery,
I feel intelligent about myself,
Counting choices, weighing my worth.
Yet bread I buy cannot still my hunger,
Nor wine I pour quench this thirst within.
I feel wise chasing fleeting echoes,
Investing in shadows that slip through hands.
I feel restless, though I name it strength,
I feel certain, yet wander in doubt.
God feels merciful, calling aloud,
Come, eat freely, without price or coin.
He feels patient, while my pride lingers,
Waiting to crown me with peace, not loss.
I feel heavy with thoughts of tomorrow,
My intelligence twists like tangled vines.
I feel strong but secretly hollow,
Hungry for words that never return void.
God feels higher His thoughts the heavens,
His ways the rain that wakens seeds.
He feels joy when deserts blossom,
He feels sure His covenant stands.
I feel distracted by noise of the market,
I feel weary of bargains that fade
I feel longing for rest unbroken,
Longing for rivers no drought can dry.
God feels love without condition,
He feels delight when I finally drink
He feels eternal the feast never ends
Categories:
blessing, books, creation, death,
Sunrise or Sunset Haiku with a Color Poetry Contest
Tania Kitchin
smoke scorches her skies
flames engulfed her soul and life
the maui wildfire
Categories:
death, loss, sunset,
Pyramids Poetry Contest
Joseph May
DEATH
Flat line
Cold hearted
One chamber, one shot
Suicide triggers loss
A good wife left grief-stricken
"Why did he give her a black rose?
Categories:
dark, death,
Forever forever will I miss you Dad,
Even though I tried ofttimes not to be sad.
I know you're in a better place looking down on me,
Smiling down on me,your showers pouring down on me;
Atanda, he whose handwriting is prettiest like a gazelle's footsteps,
Aguntasoo lo, a man with steeze whose cuteness-
Makes all heart push front leaning position of million reps.
The man from whom I inherited this poetry gift,
Who labored so hard to give my life a lift;
Omo olomu aperan,oloro agogo,
Although it's been five years ago,
It still feels fresh in my memory,
I couldn't have stopped death even-
With all the shakabula in my armory;
Your son is staying strong, I a Soldier
Though it ain't easy without you- the world is colder
But I'll keep praying for you everyday till my last breath
For you're my own veteran- for whom I'll always lay a wreath.
Keep Resting My Dada??
Categories:
death, loss, love,
Their tears drown out truth
In a thick coating of white lies
Used to prepare our demise
Each tear, a loss, a death, a wound
That seals our communities doom
A cry for war without any real cause
Our flesh the only thing it burns
A pain that continues into the next generations
Fragility they use for power
Without it they would starve to death
Insecurities dictate their minds
Flooded by the truth of how they feel
Dominating their being without attention
They don't just crave it, they need it like the air they breathe
Or the alternative dealing with their thoughts of inferiority
Whilst being clouded by jealousy
They feel to the race they claim to hate
Yet copy everything we do
That steals everything we've built
The power of the white woman's tear
Is something to be studied
Something so dangerous it's killed more than the white man
Curated a war against the black man
Killing the innocent with their blood Soaked tears
This a crime gone unpunishable for centuries
Categories:
death, cry, discrimination, power, prejudice,