Friend Loss Poems | Examples
These Friend Loss poems are examples of Loss poems about Friend. These are the best examples of Loss Friend poems written by international poets.
The wind bloweth.......
Bloweth the chaff......
From the grains
The chaff is deserted like the desert
Like the fox in the Maghreb dunes
Deserted like the fig tree in Autumn
That is shedding leaves for winter
They deserted one by one
As they paid their respects
To the departed lying in state
One by one they left as they came
He was left all alone deserted
Death has left its streak of sting
He is a casualty. He is deserted
(Written 11th July, 2015)
I waited - but you didn't come
until tomorrows became wishes for yesterday,
when that silly chuckle and knowing brow
made shadows play in
blinding sunsets and
the tired yawns of morning when
you were here...
when - goodbyes then, were only
temporary...but it all
suddenly became forever and
it seems impossible - but
that scratched groove we always
knew - skipped in the exact same place
ta-dum-ta-dum-ta-dum...when
carefree for granteds and
the waking sun would bring... a smile...
L. Milton Hankins
Flits about in south-central West Virginia,
Fluttering gossamer wings, wondering in grace,
Hovering his colorful feathers in the United States Air Force,
Where he served for four years in the beautiful state of Hawaii.
He received his baccalaureate degree in history;
Later obtained his master's and doctoral degrees in theology.
His coat glistened with iridescent hues most easily seen
In the brightest sunlight, his fleeting views were enraptured in poetry.
He prized his poetic butterfly’s conversation,
Enamored with those presentations, wanting to hold you.
He displays colorful beauty that surpasses
Even Mother Nature’s finest creations.
His lovelier shades always created a blend of love and pleasure.
A life without love
is like a ship without seas,
like a night without stars,
like a forest without trees,
dark without light,
wrong without right.
A life without love
is no life.
While we must define,
what is it we seek,
commitment or courage,
resolve is so weak.
But there is one question
we dare not to speak,
why does true love
all too often grow bleak.
The answer's not simple,
it's somewhere inside,
life is so complex
like the ebbing of tide.
We know not tomorrow
what fate may decide;
life is but a battle
it won't be denied.
So, know now my friend,
all is not lost,
just live for today
and fear not the cost.
He nearly lost it all.
He suddenly snapped and lost his way.
Friends came through that day.
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: 2nd place 2026
Walking down a country road
I fell upon a baby bear talking with a hare.
They look like they were long time friends that didn't have a care.
How are you today said the baby bear standing up with his arms in the air.
I have a little problem today said the hare
But no one seems to care.
I can't seem to find where I put my carrots yesterday
I have looked everywhere even in the barn in the big stack of hay.
My carrots seem nowhere to be found.
My friend can you please help me track them down.
The two friends wandered off
In search of the carrots,
Along the way they found a trail that led them to a feret.
The ferret had a belly ache
You see he ate all of hare's carrots..
What a naughty feret
I am here alone-waiting
everyday I envision your silhouette
in the darkness I smell your cologne
as if you still are here
my imagination runs wild
while I am still-waiting
And they will be filled with tears...
Is the follow up Johnny plays
After dedicating me my song,
It was number 1 this day in 1976
He told me as
I showed him iou Johnny,
Page 291
And told him about
Funny dummy dip
But,
It's too sad,
The tears on the first line
Reflect my own
As tina sang loudly
In this place of happy people
Who
Undoubtedly
Would not spot my tears,
Nor know the reason...
Music
's no good without you.
Almost all Mondays are hard,
transitioning to a work week from
a two day break
but today seems extra hard
since we celebrated the life
of a friend of 36 years yesterday.
It was lovely, yet hard.
I feel exhausted, emotional,
and like it should be Friday
and it isn't even 6:30 AM
on Monday yet.
I unburied my heart and cried.
Poor little thing Poor little fool
indigent in there, no answer.
no one came back for me
Everyone blue light mesmerized
faces minor February moons
Mid-air, last fare, au contrair—
Cushion collectors, made in China
Obsolete foetus, Pushkin pushers
Amulet of a Talisman, not fair
Eloquency uttered, sputtered, natural lying
Platinum kissogram
O sweet sad parting, old mar
anguishing languishing farewell my friend
Wheelbarrow of borrowed clouds
check the sundial for Saturn’s moon
terrestrial ball wedding leaves
Clocks and gowns, frowning clowns
undo death —
for the love of you
unto death if not
I placed a rose on the seat of your chair
In your lap if you had been there
The warm winds soothe my tired face,
Softly as your hand’s warm embrace
My eyes close in thoughts of you
How we’d sit before the ocean’s view
In paired prayer for the day to never end
In paired prayer, thankful for such a friend
Then the day came prayer couldn't prevent
All good things end. Even angels heaven sent-
Need return to foster light in another’s dark life
I’m thankful for everyday an angel was my wife
Left, right, forward, back.
An endless cycle, lost in time.
Wondering what’s wrong,
asking what’s wrong.
When glass breaks, it doesn’t break even.
Shards of time, emotions, and hope are scattered.
They broke the glass,
this stagnant soul is left with the mess.
With a withering broom and dirty dust pan in hand,
all that was salvaged ended with mourning.
But when the pieces were collected out of the trench of rage,
a new foundation was created.
This light emerging from the abyss below,
beautiful as the death of a star.
Melting the glass, cursing all who dare damage true art.
Screeching with light that burns the sky.
A broken sword can be fixed,
there will be a new Excalibur.
A soul for a soul, a heart for a heart.
Lasting forever, in a land apart.
I've carried time like a coffin — an eternity.
Feels heavier than dark gravity
Devotion that cruel peculiarity;
in me, it shattered — clarity
now it's just deathly polarity.
Structured, then... infirmity
Silence bloated with verbosity!
Thank you expendability
to reach low generality;
close my chest cavity
With immensurability,
blessed by fate's absurd
decree I kiss the
edge of certainty.
My unthinkability —
death offers no pity,
It's just a bullet
labeled tragedy.
To me...
Finally
This sentinel, with roots that grip the soil,
A continuum witness of seasons' endless toil.
Through storms and sun, a beacon in the breeze,
once a life of strength, among the ancient trees.
But time, marches, and its sharp axe will fall,
gently splitting, as life begins to stall.
The leaves, once vibrant, start to turn to gold,
a final chapter of this story must be told.
Ash branches weaken, and the bark begins to fray,
slowly descending, on life's departing way.
The roots, though anchored, loosen their embrace,
as nature's cycle finds its destined space
How do you stitch a shattered soul mirrored in cracked reflections?
Friends arrive too late, armed with needles,
once the bleeding has stilled,
sewing memories into a cloth of loss—
stitched of sorrow, wearing grief's heavy gold,
as if it were a crown above the stillness of the dead—
enthroned in hollow solitude.
Thoughts twist like barbed wire,
fences no soul dares to breach;
pull too hard, and silence unravels,
screaming into the void,
a cacophony of isolation dances in shadows.
Death tugs at these frayed seams,
slowly unspooling me—
thread by thread, each strand a whisper
of what once was, every knot a reminder
of the horror nestled within.