Short Daughter Death Poems
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No one noticed as the blackness consumed me;
No one noticed when I cried;
No one noticed anything at all.
Until I died.
Form:
My father is dead
I kneel by gray winter seas
Fjords echo my rage
Grief swoops down from the heavens
Like hawks grabbing prey
My daughter’s last breath
my first poem, “Stay,” was born—
a sad mother’s grief,
desperate for a reason
to stay for another day.
Always wearing white,
Who knew she was an angel?
Her friends had no clue,
But one day she flew away,
Higher than than the planes she flies.
rest once more, dear child
a mother’s heartbreak conceals
a l o v e born is l o s t
Date Written: September 12, 2016
She lives with friends.
She meets her loves.
She starts her work.
She sits as a dove.
She runs her life.
She's got all that.
But then she's found
Dead on the track.
bride in mourning for father
his last wish for her to not postpone her wedding day
wedding two days after funeral
delicate white moth arrived
led daughter down the aisle
Missing
I’m not being nosey,
I just want to know where to start looking for your body,
when you don’t come home.
By
Josehf Lloyd Murchison
Two thousand seven
Hundred and fifty victims
Murdered, Rest in Peace
My entry into Nathan's 9-11 contest
http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/america.php
face, etched with deep lines
dark sadness pools in the eyes
lost in death . . . daughter
For all who have loved and lost
David Meade
Live Generously
Mother,
You are not here to soothe my restless night,
To kiss my dawn and make mornings bright.
No gentle hands to brush the dust away,
Or calm the storms my weary heart conveys.
I heard a fly buzz by - when I died
The air stale - and - bitter
Voices heavy - thoughts many
I gaze to the ceiling and watch the fly buzz overhead
I closed my eyes- final peace
- Eternity -
Form:
Today the strangers didn't come
In fact, no one did
The house was empty
And far too quiet
With just the ghosts of our past
Floating silently on the wind
as our only companions
I miss you dad.
Form:
Laughter and sunshine
Was our daughter of joy
Humor with spark divine
Laughter and sunshine
Rich did our hearts entwine
Death could grin and enjoy
Laughter and sunshine
With our daughter of joy
1/31/2023
beneath the oak tree
a sapling withers and dies
shielded from the sun
sheltered from the wicked world
she swings from a makeshift noose
In dream-time does my father wait,
each morning between asleep and awake.
Memories to stir till dawn does break,
to comfort and hold as my heart aches.
Previously Published: Shattered Moonbeams 2016
A father photo-shopped a picture of his daughter who took her own life....
Pretty as a picture
She smiles at you
With faraway eyes
Forever young now
Remember her in happiness
In love so precious too.
© Paul Warren Poetry
Too many
lies in my veins
Too many
skies filled with rain
Too many
times haunting now
Too many
words screaming loud
Too many
reasons to quit
Too many
seasons to sit
Too many
dreams of why
Too many
loved ones die
Form:
sweetest heart
forever loved
death can not tear us apart
guiding wind
unsung songs
forever kind
in my heart you
you will always
belong
i miss you everyday
without you my
world is blue
i love you true
my precious child
Simmering,hot, pancakes, flushed.
Battered, beating, bruised,
Syrup, sweet, melted, dripping,
Brown now, peeling, ripping
Dark berries, smashed oozing bluish - black red,
Hands and words tossed instead,
Pancake Burnt! Pancake dead!
A lovely lady;
Growing inside, a new life.
A man in a tux.
Another bell rings now.
Final grades, balanced college offers,
Off to another adventure.
Damp ground, headstones.
Growing inside, a new life,
Done with their adventures.
-Caroline Youngless
...eyes puffy
caked up with cry
Daddy ain't comin' home
but
she don't know why...
grown folk sadness
ripping inside her
All she's known about lovin's
in the coffin beside her
never forgotten,
never far from my soul-
my womb forever empty,
my heart but half full.
I’ll always remember,
your innocence and scent-
my Rose in the morn’,
heavenly sent.
For Contest
Rick Parise
November 7, 2017
Return the innocence you took,
afraid, we were, to even look,
so paranoid of being mocked,
revolver in your hand half-cocked.
Without a compass, lost at sea,
destruction was our destiny,
time and time, left alone,
with just the scent of your cologne.
With her I cry
My tears roll down the cheeks
She cries for the daughter long lost
I cry for the pain she hides
She smiles as life has to go on
I keep her company as friend
My bit I do this way
She has my ears to pour in her pain
Pain and sympathy will go hand in hand.