Loss Poems | Examples of Loss Poetry

I never buried certain names, They lingered like a scent in air. I whispered them through window panes And found them waiting everywhere. I never buried childhood roads— The ones I walked with bleeding knees. They live inside the softest odes And bloom like ghosts among the trees. I never buried what she said The night the silence broke our bed. Her voice still echoes...

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I am the magician called Urgency. Many a person has been fooled by me. If only they’d paused so they could see. Their loss could have been a...

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I will weep when you whither. Soft, purple petals dried to ash in august sun, Sweet nectar plucked away before I can smell your honey. Before I can taste your grace, Hold you to my face and pour my love into your cup like affirmations Do I hold you close to my chest as you die? Or turn away, I...

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A simple word – Softly spoken, Stilled my heart Left me broken A single breath – Such destruction, Instant death One deduction Goodbye. ...

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I am a roadkill. I had almost crossed the road when a bike hit me. I fell and he drove over my face before I realized what happened. The left side of my face was completely crushed. I lay there bleeding. I wanted to see my mother one last time. I knew I wasn't getting help. I...

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The poets ease a troubled soul – their lyrics echo in the heart that yearns for soothing silence – a sombre melody that shadows part. Echoes drift where silence clings We mourn the scribes as truth has given way to ego, pride. The echo found in coded pyre alongside ashes piled in their stride. Echoes drift where silence clings Their tearstained pages worn folios, yet still...

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In just a day, I lost my father, my mum, and my only two siblings, I became the only member of my family: my own father, my own mother, my own siblings. I was left to s~w~i~m the ocean a l o n e... I was like the only spared t^r^e^e of...

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The master cracks his whip across the horse’s trembling flank, pushing the beast to its limits until the wildness snaps and the horse reacts, a flurry of chaos beneath the sting. When silence falls, the master believes the animal has learned, believes the wounds are healed. He reaches out with clean hands, petting the horse's weary muzzle, his fingers gentle, but not soft enough. The horse,...

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Last night I dreamt of a roadside stop— an ice cream truck near a rusted shop. Its engine was spent, its music was low, and something inside told me I should l go. I stepped through the door because I could, and met a man by the name of Alexander Wood. He wore a bowtie and a crooked smile, a paper hat,...

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What’s the reason of this plot Why I can’t recall Can’t receive a single prompt Letters on the wall Could have told me what to do If I should have done Of if not, than I’d ask you In the evening sun And you turn to me with your Reassuring smile Standing at the kitchen door With a glass of wine There’s no better answer, love To...

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Sitting in my old armchair By the open loggia door Am I here, or back there Where I’ve been before? In the stilllness of the night Sounds of racing cars Mingle with the distant light Of the faded stars I look out into the dark Little lights around Cannot put on me the mark Of this foreign bound Its a saddest joke, this land...

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There’s a wildness in you Burning like the desert sand It taints a man’s blood A fierce promise in your eyes More glorious than sunset over the mountain It defies me to say ‘no’ But that’s the only answer I can offer For I’ve taken an oath And I must live it For honor – for fidelity Let passion perish ...

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The sound of breaking is late. Thunder shatters gray clouds after lightning strikes the damp soil. When pieces of sky pierce flesh, the scream is slow to rise— The sound of breaking follows pain’s echo. The sound of breaking is gentle. Raindrops tiptoe on my eyelids— each sting a secret pressed down. Earth's unbridled tears fall for my...

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Chicago Cubs stumble their way to another loss tonight ~ tripping over their own press clippings ...

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If I held all of the world in the palm of my hand and it was in my gift to give or to take, or share I would give it all to halt the trickle of the sand, indeed, myself, for without you, life is hard to bear....

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