Short Lossday Poems

Short Lossday Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Lossday by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Lossday by length and keyword.


No More Daffodils

I can't write about daffodils, trees or woods.
They've all been destroyed for the greater good.
For roads and houses for our vile human race.
It breaks my heart to see such waste.

I used to wander through fields of green and gold.
Now instead I walk through streets barren and cold.
One day soon all beauty will disappear.
And I can only hope that when that day comes I will no longer be here.
Form: Rhyme


I Miss That Day

On that day, I miss that day.
Because that day helped me see your pain.
Your hate, your anger, your sadness and also your love.
 If only I could help, but my help you don’t want.
Because it brings you pain and memory of that day.
That very day I miss, the day you hate. 
You have to remember that day?
Because that was the day!
The day you hate.
If you don’t want to remember
I’ll help you to remember
Because it was that day you spit on me.
day
Form: Name

Little Holidays

My favourite holiday was just a day long,
I spent it on top of a mountain.
I reached the summit where I sat and watched the sky,
hours passed the clouds drifting by.
I thought of you and i knew your watching me,
occasionally a person passes by,
but I could sit here until the day i die,
But instead i head back down feeling your presence fade, the distance between us growing.
But to me them few hours will always be a little holiday,
that i can return to everyday.
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Santo

santo was his little brother
who always wore a smile
he went back home to mexico
what was supposed to be 
for just a little while

then one day not long ago 
we got the sad sad news
a woman driver
tore delfino,s family in two

he,ll never again be with his family
we,ll never again see him smile
cause santo,s up in heaven
no more on this earth to face trials

one day if we are lucky
we,ll see him again we pray
but here on earth we,re left behind 
we,ll never be the same
Form: ABC

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