Short Losslife Poems
Short Losslife Poems. Below are examples of the most popular short poems about Losslife by PoetrySoup poets. Search short poems about Losslife by length and keyword.
Life changed in an instant
Explosion, posessions littered, poignant
Distant siren's wail, mother chants,
My baby, my baby!! life shant
End today, only six month's delay-don't rant.
Posessions, my slant
can be replaced. Life can't!
Poesy- Danielle White's contest, Time warp, etc.
What do you do,
in this life of ours?
What do you do,
when all hope is gone?
Do you vent your spleen on all mumbo jumbos?
Do you sit and cry in the cause of time?
What in thesis do u do,when life seems bleek?
when life seems blur?
You might sing a song of love,
or write a script of poems,
BUT hei........
IS A QUESTION.............
what do u you do,
If all isnt well?
Echoing through my head rings a somber song
I think of you often
How long has it been ?
Far too long
What happened to my friend ?
What went wrong ?
Did you not cherish life ?
Did your will falter ?
Was your zest for life not strong ?
I place flowers on your final resting place
This is not where you belong
The pain is still fresh
Forever I will mourn
My tears saturate the earth
I miss my buddy sean
We are immortal,
We are the damned,
In blood we hide,
From light of which we despise,
This is what I've become,
Feeling ever so numb....
The immortal,
Those that are damned,
I.....we wonder the shadows,
Preying on the life of man,
We......I'm cursed,
This is what's become of me,
This is my eternity,
We are immortal,
We......I am the damned,
This is what my life has led to be,
THIS is my eternity.......my eternity
Form:
deep in death she lies within so cold
with the flesh I’ve so much raved about;
where time and all its majesties old
she lies, with beauty there and life without.
and i, in solemn silence, grieve
as thoughts meander in waves of sighs;
remembering, yet refusing to believe
that life has left her once-luminous eyes.
deep in slumber she reposes and rests,
free from the fetters of fickle fate;
and the form that once felt warm caress,
have naught but only worms to sate.