Dying Love Poems - Poems about Dying Love

God below us now With each as all there is And miracle, a sudden word, ...

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Our Dying Love Love is like a dyin' ember Only memories remain Through the ages I'll remember Blue eyes cryin' in the rain Blue Eyes Cryin’ In The Rain Willie Nelson When we were young, love flamed in hot passion. Our souls entwined in bliss and separation brought anguish Living in the moment brought joy. Our love is fading now, and the spark is growing...

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In sad memory of the dead With nothing more that could be said At the edge of town as the sun went down I put a bullet in my head How could I've known what lied in store My life shattered forever more Out near Puget Sound where my true love drowned Her body washed up on...

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Our love is but a chilled shiver from a forgotten breeze, Stunned neck hairs prickling to the touch. Our love is but a happy memory, Sweet to the mind, numb to the tongue. Our love is a place called home to me, How far away we’ve traveled from....

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No matter my endeavors she returns every year Whether she totally does understand my despair To this yearly seasonal unrequited sad love affair As to her yellow flower beauty, don't have a care Digging up foundations ripping away at her roots A pouring of strong weed killer we are in cahoots Her now lifeless body lies besides me as so felled The...

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In Memory of You So that even if my moribund mind fails to show your fading beautiful face again, you shall glow eternally in these trembling words. By no means hollow are the choicest crowns this dying poet does bestow on his cherished lover. 1st Prize, Something Beautiful 5 line rhyme Contest Date: November 5 2021...

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How in the world do you prepare a loved one for dying? What if you as well as others have faithfully prayed For your love one's healing? But instead of improving, It only becomes much worse. And you storm the Heavenly citadels of heaven reaching the very throne Room of The Lamb of God who takes away the sins Of the...

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My lips drip of the words I want to express Follow my hands I’ll trace a map for us On your skin We will meet in the middle Hands in hand Colors overflowing Our cups The wands spinning out of control Moving out of their own accords Meet me down at the lobby We can change the world, I said We had set each other free The twilight nights...

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Good night my Love Dream of the morrow Sleep tight my Love Know not of sorrow Sleep well my Love our true path is narrow Good cheer my Love see Cupid’s sweet arrow All’s well my Love hear songs of the sparrow Take care my Love I‘ll see you in shadow...

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I watched as she seemed to wretch away when his fingers touched her skin The petrol drizzled flowers and past due chocolates to pay for every bruise how many never agains were too much another drunken lurch bruises elevated to breaks His key in the door my mothers involuntary shakes I remember when she could raise her eyes above the horizon line i remember when her dead doll eyes had...

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sitting watching the world go by, wonder what happens when we die, do we go to heaven above, or stay in the ground covered in dirt, do our ghosts walk around, or do they visit your home town, will not know till we pass, this is a question I have always asked, is heaven a place that is...

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She was such a woman of intellect, With just her brain, she could take anyone down. With a razor sharp wit, that cut deep, A stubbornness the like of I’d never seen, Indeed, nor have I ever bore witness to since. Never in need of assistance, She was everyones rock to cling on to, In times of distress and sorrow, Least of all...

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I'm in a relationship with myself Walking alone on a ticking clock Improvising only to disappoint Existing to be invisible. People who came and left Took a piece of me I am now a matrix of crumbs Bet I'm about to constellate I self quarrel on a gloomy day Still battling an overdose Of between depression and Mirtazapines Both kills me anyway I will be in a...

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Tribute to my Husband Celebrating; Independence Day, this year, brought on a whole new meaning for us, for it was our last holiday together, one I will always treasure. I packed a picnic lunch for two, our first and last meal alone, we'd a fantastic view of the river, saying our "I do's" all over again. Our Last Fourth of July This picnic was...

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In the Throes of Dying Love In the throes of dying love, you’re a fallen angel, with no celestial saving grace. Rose-tinted glasses shattered, you’re no longer my hero, just a stark-naked zero. You besmirch every passing season that we shared…hacking them down, one by one, like ugly unwanted weeds in your garden. And my hope for a new...

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