Sad Death Poems - Poems about Sad Death

So if this be the last song I sing, Let it be more beautiful and haunting Than anything I have performed on this earth before. Let the open night echo my words In pity For no one will ever respond anymore. Let my unanswered call Coil the chain around my neck and restrain me to this branch As I break the silence of...

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Im in that dark place in my feeling's in head again. I see red and black. I don't won't to be here. I'm in a room by myself. I just want to grow wings in fly. How i get here you ask. Helping and thinking about everybody but myself. When will I learn. And the...

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Somehow, Those empty eyes staring back through the glass They just seem to laugh At all that I am. And they seem to see The person I wish I could be But somewhere, Beyond the reflection Is a soul Who doesn't know Who, even, they could be If their head was filled with dreams Instead of physical fantasies That tells them they're ugly Never will be...

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the blue dress she wore the blue words she swore the blue tears she tore the blue baby she bore ...

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The purple cat hides Under the dark rainbow bridge Looking for color...

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Good night, old friend. Hush and sleep. I’m here as long as we can pretend. Even after you leave. If pain is a gateway to the soul, then my dreams deem your words the key to such a portal I just can’t tear my eyes away your blunt nails puncturing skin, their purpose ugly lines If I could I would rasp a scripted...

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Today the silence rings in my head She is dead Never to return Her mother won’t get to say goodbye, only to cry when her name is said. She is dead. Never to walk the land Her father will never be allowed to hold her hand, only to wish he had told her he loved her more. She is dead. Gone now and...

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You know, I've been keeping count. Of the years, of the friends. Those gained and lost, the memories and the cost. I'm not sure which has topped the weight class - the good, the laughs and the light, or the pain, the loss and that sight. Of the headstones, the folded flags; the mothers' cries and brothers' eyes. I know the count of them all. Today a year goes...

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Thy young maiden, Peck her Lily flower a shake. A brittle sound of break, Sobbing till tears make. Bare feet on wet grass. Alas, her life, soon ‘twill pass. ...

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My footsteps changed and there upon stood this wide ostensibly simple wooden door which laid open such that I could see the comparatively dim candle lights on the alter. With my every heart beating sound, I approached cautiously with a rather uncertain foot step towards that alter. I could not but hold back the feeling...

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“I don’t believe in love I don’t believe every single thing about love and it’s more pleasurable for me to sit on a bench and watch people pass by each other- sometimes accidentally brushing their hands and elbows but when my eyes landed on you, I knew right there and then, I want you I want to be locked in...

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On the hill, a mother is desperate to nurse babies who have gone still and silent, with milk they'll never take She knows they are not sleeping but cannot bear to leave them, so licks their tiny faces, that they might come awake She thinks if she can warm them, then Winter will not want them and Spring will...

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I'm still a captive of memory. It's like I am re-reading an ancient diary. That decade-old loss still haunts me, in my dream every night I see that I am losing thee. But you have already gone to the unknown. And I'm still here, can't flee. Your absence still hurt me. Your love is still as fresh as a new day, still as firm as...

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There’s a lake called the lake of Illusions, And there’s a house right by its side. It’s a house where I’m hiding,running away from memories. It’s where I’m destined to be forever. The rules don’t apply here, no. The storm is the king of these lands. And if you look closely, Then, through the impenetrable fog and violent thunderstorm, you will see...

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I will remember you, but not like this. You lying alone, with only the ventilator for company; searching for air where there is none; looking for a face, a hand to hold, a memory--something to cling to through this darkness, even a goodbye. No! I will remember you in the early morning when I feed the birds you loved. I will remember you when I...

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