Loss Idyll (Idyl) Poems | Examples
These Loss Idyll (Idyl) poems are examples of Idyll (Idyl) poems about Loss. These are the best examples of Idyll (Idyl) Loss poems written by international poets.
The first few, fall into the deepest well and make the biggest splash
The next ones fill the well prominently providing a bountiful of water to quench the thirst
These ones are not needed, the well is overflowing, yet more of them to come
There is less and less, there seems to be a sort of void
The well is emptying by the day, only enough to fill a bucket
The words dropped like coins for luck, yet have the opposite effect
No more to be said, the well contains no more than a puddle
But there is one hope left which originates from the clouds
Let's wait for them, to create the beautiful sounds.
A mother that hears the cry of her baby
does not turn deaf ears to show indifference.
A woman prepared for a culinary task,
by all means, gathers the condiments required.
A barricadoed road, however restrictive,
suffices not to keep an incubating hen off her eggs.
A nocturnal darkness does not stand to disorientate
a hand to miss its way to the mouth.
Scavenging any available heaps in sight
reflects the missing of a valuable.
A Man and His Dog
His step, though slow, determined still.
He’s older now less strength than will.
His hair is white upon his brow
as time, the thief, her gifts endow.
He stops beside a running stream
to rest awhile, to sit and dream
upon a rough cut beech wood log,
And by his feet his faithful dog.
The dog’s old too, with muzzle grey,
No more the pup to run and play.
She lies content in gentle sun
Her master near, her work now done.
I watch them from my window high,
And feel a loss, a stab of pain.
I firmly fix in my mind’s eye
this peaceful scene, to watch again.
he;s a leader
he,s a stealer
he,s fat from taking
what,s not his
he has puppets who do his
dirty work not caring who suffers
he holds his gut and secretly
calls them his faithful
he stole from the wrong one
now he,s roasting in the coals
and his puppets tried and tried
but no matter how hard they cry
the bell now rings
and on his strings they fly
Scared and lonley
hated from my fear
A part died inside my heart
A part unnoticed thats gone blind
Scraming in silence
Nightmares waken in tears
Wounds to deep to ever show
Suffering I always keep within
sideways falling
entering threw a rolling tide
Memories frozen
Never could i keep alive
Scattered dreams
confused from my soul
Trusted to well
confused by the touch of you
Lay down the threats that real
Forever pushed under
somethings never can be erased
Mentle tears never can escape
Middle of nowhere-
This world I hate
Scared and lonley
hated from my fear