Loss. Poems - Poems about Loss.

?? "Bestie Became Enemy" Bestie became enemy, sharp like a knife, I never thought you'd cut me out of your life. I gave you my secrets, my soul, my trust, Now all that's left is broken dust. You knew my pain, you held my hand, I thought you'd always understand. But jealousy grew where love should stay, And now your kindness fades...

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Those we love don't go away, they walk beside us everyday. Their murmurs, soft, in tree leaf whisper defrosts my heart that did grow crisper with grief that stained inside and out when I existed with my doubt that vanished voices of my yesteryear would come alive and stir the atmosphere. Breezy hands, they touch my shoulder, rustling lilac plumes and growing bolder— as...

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Longing For years Knowing Time's gone Never again to walk the same path You gave me the best part of myself ...

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The Stubborn Heart” Stubborn as stone, he stands his ground, Words like rivers, he won't let them drown. Eyes set firm, with fire and pride, Even truth must wait till he's tried. He sees threats wherever he may go, Every word—a weapon poised to throw. Sharp as knives, his cold replies, Send chills down spines and truth to lies. He hides his pain, but...

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( for Mom ) I’ll treasure dear while growing old I clasped your hand til it waxed cold a warm so gifted - touch and breath thus torn from...

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Those We Love, Precious gifts to the heart, more than gold and silver. For all those we love....

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Out of my mind and lost in time Holding on to a love unkind Unwind the twine that cruelly binds Me to my severed valentine Her voice still calls through echoing halls As madness clings to crumbling walls All consumed in lingering perfume Her presence like a ghost haunting this room. Left behind—a love consigned A fantasy born within my mind She gave...

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Those we love don’t go away They walk beside us everyday And when I feel my world begin to grow As dark as night I feel the warmth of your hand gently holding mine tight The years have gone and at times I lose track of time And yet to me it was only yesterday when you...

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I’m reminded of you in everything and everywhere. You’re the coolest thing for the eyes to see. The most beautifully crafted piece in the collection. The harmless object when it’s inside its box. I see you in the sharpness of everything and everywhere. You’re the scariest thing for the heart. The deadliest weapon for the soul. The...

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i read it in the manuscript of yours where you called me out. You said: “I jumped off the boat because I found a hand to hold.” My love, you were not paying attention at all Our boat would have drowned carrying the weight of us if I had stayed any longer, with no hint where we should go It felt right in the...

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i refuse to let your absence define my love for you Is it that you're not here, now that I know your true value? No I gave you the warning signs that you were losing me Your grip around my hand was becoming too weak, and my lips were turning red in pain but you looked at my face and...

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Contemplations For Joanna Propulsion forward through the entropy toward the finish line Expulsion toward nothingness from a population in decline Repulsion formed at courts of corruption by the degradation of mankind Convulsions inward turning as we strive for the refine Emblematic overtures containing muse inspired compositions Hippocratic underscores as medics train the next physician Beaurocratic paper wars that only...

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one day as a boy I went down to the sea clambered o'er rocks way out to the bluff stopping to search in a tide pool for shells senses awakened by strong briny smells warming, the zephyr was gentle enough ...

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When the pungent dust and smoke settles on empty streets and on the rubble strewn, bombed out blocks - when all colour has been bled out of the land leaving a shroud of deathly grey, what can we do but weep and let our tears trickle down onto that red geranium clinging to life in a battered pot balanced on the last windowsill left standing in our homeland. ...

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Would you mind if I won’t talk About what to do Better sit, relax or walk Silently subdue To the sweetness of the day With the promised rain That forgot to fall today Though the sky was grey The roadworks spread happy noise The smell lingers far Tips me gently there’s no choice I can’t book a car Get the plane and swiftly fly That familiar route Just...

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