Best Loss Poems

The old man sat with eyes closed, dozing in his chair
Until a little voice he heard say “Grandpa, are you there”.

He gazed upon a little...

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Grim fog, I praise the shelter of your drear,
the sundown ghost morose not grandiose,
I walk alone - but, no -- with my despair;
a bittern bids...

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Evergreen flavored mantras
did nothing to purge bitter bile from my lips
nor slake the smoldering thirst for a Rosary remedy.
Tick-tock petals unfurled one by one
as your...

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In A Sad Blindness, One May Yet Find Hope
           (The Solemn Prayer)

Raining splashing, fierce winds...

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"At the end of my life, with just one breath left, if you come then, I'll sit up and sing. That cannot now be said...

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Behold Death

Behold Death in your loving arms.
Embrace it as you would the loved
one who passed…entering another 
realm, as they are still hovering near
and can hear,...

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stars twinkled brilliantly
against majestic snow-capped mountains,
delicate pure white flakes danced;
swirling, twirling, rhythmically.

she stood, nose pressed tightly
against the window pane; gazing in awe
at the magic the...

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Shadowed in the silent room, the daylight's nearly gone
Dusk climbs in through window glass, with one last ray of sun
I start the task, climb on...

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Once when my soul spoke,
you betrayed every word.
Then your tongue promised
to only sing with sincerity.

I danced for a brief while, 
lost in your angelic orchestra.
Until...

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You had me oblivious to your antics, 
as you hushed me tenderly by the creek 
into your hide and seekable 
soul-surrendering secret relief. 
There, you...

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My hands are tired, so I let my brush rest,
unable to paint Autumn's loneliness.
How much I miss you can never be stressed.
August has left behind...

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Such precious gemstones
Morning dew shines like diamonds
God’s tears from heaven

Written on 18th February 2 days before my father died


Posted 22nd February 2015...

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with each crest of a wave
forming white crystal peaks
she weeps, inhales, let's go.

beneath a star studded vista
a resplendent guiding light
arms open, palms up, she is...

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it began so innocently
we exchanged ideas on poetry
his art, the suffering he endured
he preyed upon my compassion
as he meticulously bided his time...

i felt safe as...

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Her romantic letters, birth as heart pure and true 
supported deep vows we both swore to be held to.
Her grace, soft as the silence of...

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