Poems About Death | Poems on the Loss of loved Ones

Crosses on the side of the road; Belief in passengers goes by — Where wrecked light within flowers grow, Crosses on the side of the road That besides the glass window hold, A memory's attest to time — Crosses on the side of the road, Belief in passengers goes by — ...

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Yes, indeed we have a new Pope. I wonder, however, if we have a new hope. As a matter of facts, we have two popes: One is active and the other is passive, Which means that one is inactive, The latter was a hell of a man who shocked: folks, Foes, rivals, parishioners and cardinals, By resigning his post, By becoming a different...

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Inspired by the Iron Maiden Song, Tears of a Clown Drinking, he recalled the Circus Grim, and the strange world that ruined him. He had done anything for a laugh. Once, the magician sawed him in half. He'd traveled the whole country round. Now tears fall from the circus clown. An orphan child, running from disaster, fell into the service...

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your mirth warmed a room....like rich coffee with cinnamon rolls on sundays...

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No one told me the moment you parted. My disheartened heart left the room the moment I turned the corner, and saw his golden badge as he nodded in comforting dismay. That day My heart learned the rhythm of grief Slow Sickly The kind that brings you past your knees, and drives you six feet underground. Who needs two burials in one day?...

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"It's all going to be okay" he would say, with no scent of doubt in his breath, even as its aroma reeked from mine, as I'd blurt out "how can you be so sure?" I never figured out what made my dad so positive in life, though I'm positively sure his life wasn't free from trial and the upsetting...

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This thing called Death Lay me down by the one I love In the light from the moon above Let me hear his quiet breath As we face this thing called death Let me gaze upon his face Feel his body his warm embrace See the way he looks at me This is how love is supposed to be Lay me down by the...

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a whisper of loss a phantom lace a ghostly touch fingers close, cold to taste lingers laughter cracked bone-dry air the clock chimes midnight it is backward here in this abyss of my mind seconds falling on stone on the graves of yesterday hear the echoes, love, disdain in the vacant halls in the dark falls a broken prayer on lips of ash moonlights a skeletal...

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We shall meet again— Not in this fleeting world of form, But beyond the bends of time, Where all roads turn to dust, And silence hums the final rhyme. You wandered left, I drifted right, Chasing echoes through the night. Yet every path, no matter how wide, Leads gently to the other side. If your dusk arrives before mine, Will you wait beneath the pine? But...

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- - Pope Francis died, Thus Poorer leaving the earth and humanity in pain, While heaven, Celebrating is, for becoming richer by one saint. - - ©? Demetrios Trifiatis 23 April 2025 ...

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She wore necklaces of coral, strings of pearls embracing her body, glinting back at the broken sunlight scattered across the sea floor. Her glassy eyes gazed up, somewhat worried, somewhat mournful, longing to leap above the waves, to sing that chorus of birds passing by. Longing for her voice to take flight, uninterrupted by ships sailing by. She wasn't born a killer; just...

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The fire cracks and the embers brew Whilst the stars sing as I cry and plead, For I render you, my love To please come back to me As I watch you go up in flames I’m pondering your face that’s Burning a hole Into my memory This pain is just too real I beg the fire to lie and bring you back...

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Life is like a leaf Staying in high Staying in the middle Slowly by seasons It changes it colors Then, shows its beauty Lastly, when the time comes Well done, well drop....

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I. To dream in binary and bits, and propagate with virus-like, electronic, image file hits. To dream in binary and bits, takes computer programming wits. Like Lawnmower Man, Musk's god-like: but Elon experiences mad fits, when Teslas burn by fiery blitz. II. A.I. Chatbots, like Elon's Grok, have smarter brainpower, logic, and...

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I emerge I return If I am not somewhere As I am now I am there If I was not somewhere I was there And so I emerged And I’ve returned...

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