Loss Poems | Examples of Loss Poetry

after Because I could not stop for Death, by Emily Dickinson Because I would not stop for Death, he kindly stopped for me. A wilted bouquet in one hand— a reminder of life's mortality. We began to walk—he knew no haste— side by side, as we always were. In silence, no sympathies were spoken, as he knew I often preferred. We passed the house...

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Before we go our separate ways We smile and say good night You sang me through the midnight haze And in the morning light I feel another gentle kiss I see you smile and vape That’s how it was, how it still is Saved on the record tape But it’s a different story now When two of us are one You are within me, undertow So...

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These are English translations of Urdu poems by Jaun Elia with themes of solitude, loneliness, alienation, love, life, death and loss. When you come, you will find me lost, for in my solitude there are dreams, nothing else. You desire to decorate my room, but in my room there are books, nothing else. These tyrannical books have done me a...

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I sit and wonder in my backyard About you at the graveyard I'm always waiting for that phone call from you But it just takes me back from all the hell you went through I guess for the rest of my life I will be lonely But in the end, you were my only Sometimes I feel the pain I have...

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All I want in this whole world is someone to love, Someone to hold, to cherish, to dream of. All I need is someone to comfort me— To stand by my side, to help set me free. Someone to talk to, to whisper things to, Someone, my dear… someone like you. Someone who'll love me, and I’ll love them back, Someone who’s...

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after ‘The waste Land’, by T.S. Eliot I met a woman on a glitching screen, her face a whisk of pixels and prayer. She spoke of shattered systems and survived code, “The cloud remembers everything,” she said, "but forgets what matters.” A rat hurried through my feed at dawn, past memes and headlines, each a kind...

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A turning world away Daily I will pray... for strength to face, another day Tomorrow's a turning world away I can't think about it now... Your memory's forever burned in my mind... Unchanged with passing time For Line Gauthiers bite size poem contest 116 June 21,2025...

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The Silence Of Your Voice No new day have I seen since you went away, like trying to empty the oceans with a spoon, tears fall in the hole left so deep in my soul. Words spoken spin like a vortex never leaving always hurting, promises of a life together...

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When I wake up in the morning I continue to lie down Over there a rain keeps falling Sounds of cars hiss all around Through the curtains morning’s better Motionless I watch its glow Rainy morning comes like letter With no content worth to show Morning headlines make me sad Instant coffee turns me on Off I go for wine and...

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I mend fence for a living, but I ain’t fixed the one that matters. The wire stretches out like a scar across this land, and most days, my hands don’t feel like mine anymore... callused, cracked, barbed wire bit deep across the knuckles, rosebush caught me reachin where I shouldn’t’ve. Still... none of it hurts like the hollowness in my chest where my little girl...

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A dress, tangerine fading into sunflower. We stand together, rooftop of a white concrete building. Higher than clouds, further than moon— she looks down, my eyes follow. Our gazes collide when they fall onto the mist pooling into swirls. I couldn't help but stare, on her porcelain cheeks, something sparkles—tears, but I cannot tell if they're from joy or devastation. I want to hold her— In...

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I escape to a shiny lake where waters are calmer, my mistakes are not raked and the nights are warmer. Without sting rays and cold-ness of days, This town is deserted buildings flood vacancies I dream of flirtation and of illumination, so much for singularity, bringing one to peace. Thoughts are floating like ashes in the summer. I begin playing, A lost & found harmonica....

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Infinite love Has come to an end The white dove? Its neck has a bend What was promised forever Did not last Continued for never And came in last Eight months To be continued Eight months You promised no issue You promised forever You promised always You promised to never But you did anyways I cannot be mad I could not do that to you But boy am I sad To watch what we...

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I woke up this morning from a dream. On the coffee table, I saw a magazine - my father's Field and Stream, and I remembered how he wanted to take me to a place he went with his own father in an earlier time and space, to nature's rugged, wild Elysian fields, where boys and men could bond, like a...

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I haven’t truly lived until now. I have been locked away for so long In a small room in a place that was never my home. Home is where you feel safe. My freedom without judgment is where I feel most safe, maybe that’s home. That’s how I feel now. Full throttle and no chain...

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