|
| Death Poems: 61-70 of 80 | | << <Prev 2| 3| 4| 5| 6| 7| 8| Next> >> | Goodbye Friend | | To Herschel we must say goodbye He wouldn't want to hear us cry... A sweeter man we've never met In our hearts we'll never forget! The angels came to take him home, Now we are left on earth to roam. His time was long, yet seemed too short To memories now we must .......... | lose the one yu love ; im still me<3 | | I am the daughter of Elizabeth Diane Saintcross I wonder if things could've been different I hear the screams of my drunken mother I see my dads sobbing, wet face I want things to change I am Meghan Elizabeth Totty I came home one sunny day from the park I found what I wish .......... | Remember When | | Remember when you told me That you'll always stay by my side Remember when you told me Big girls never cry. Remember when you sang A sweet song in my ear Remember when you tucked me in And always said a prayer. Remember when you gave me .......... | Snow Angel | | You wanted snow and you got it Not when you were here on this earth, But when you walked through heaven's gates, Your dream came to life I'll never forget you There is a special place in my heart Always and forever I'll love you You had a spark like no other That .......... | The Door | | The candle's lit, she's walking down the dusty hall. Face so smeared and dirty for this little girl, so small. The floorboards creak, she's frightened she doesn't want to wake her now. For if her mama's up she knows she'll get punished, who knows how. .......... | The Empty Chair | | Take a good look at this empty chair It's all your fault it's even here Once holding memories of laughter and tears, It sits here collecting dust Reminding everyone of the pain Life at home will never be the same. What really happened that day We may never know We may .......... | The Phoenix | | ....... a dark disease spread forth running through and self loathing and death grew and grew always it flew across war torn ground .......... | The Rawhide Kid | | ....... rowdy drunk, or ornery fool, just woundin' a gunslinger ain't 'nough, death lays the safest rule, on the run, gotta stay alert, wild .......... | Together | | They gave each of us a number All of my family were there Our neighbors and our friends All were crammed together We walked until we stumbled Then crawled into cold rough wagons Elbow to elbow we traveled for miles But at least we were together Yeah .......... | Together | | Together They gave each of us a number All of my family were there Our neighbors and our friends All were crammed together We walked until we stumbled Then crawled into cold rough wagons Elbow to elbow we traveled for miles But at least we were .......... | | << <Prev 2| 3| 4| 5| 6| 7| 8| Next> >> | | Death Poems: 61-70 of 80 |
Death Poetry
Deaths entry into our lives is a shattering and unwelcome event. The
feelings of pain and loss are so terrible. Yet, death is unavoidable and a part of the cycle of life. Losing a loved one, a family member, a
best friend, a child....so much pain. Loved ones are left with so many questions. Why? Why did it have to happen? Why suicide? How can I go on? So many questions, so few answers.
Healing and Death
We must find ways to grieve. For without grief there can be no comfort. Often we must force ourselves to reach into our subconscious to uncover our true feelings. Only when we have allowed ourselves to feel all of our pain can we begin to face our loss and slowly begin to heal.
Poetry about Death
Poetry is a great way to get in touch with our sadness. Death poetry has been established in many cultures and religious practices. In Judaism the Mourners Kadish is a beautifully recited prayer for the dead that is exquisitely composed with rhythm and rhyming in Hebrew. The Requiem Mass of the Catholic Church is a monophonic liturgical chant for the dead that has been established for centuries. These are just a two examples of Death Poetry that help aid those in mourning. To sit down with paper and pen, to delve into our subconscious, to expose our true feelings, to turn feelings into words, to shape words into sentences, sentences into complete thoughts into death poetry is an ancient practice to better understand the loss of a loved one.
Poems about Death |
| Sad Poems |
Friend Death Poems |
Grandmothers Death Poems |
Obituary Poems |
| Mother Death Poems |
Baby Death Poems |
Deceased Poems |
Morbid Poems |
| Life And Death Poems |
Suicide Poems |
Bereavement Poems |
Suicide Note Poems |
| Father Death Poems |
Depressed Poems |
Broken Heart Poems |
Feeling Suicidal Poems |
| Child Death Poems |
Burial Poems |
Grieving Poems |
Sympathy Poems |
|
Family Poem of the Day
JUBILANT FATHER
His face is like a sun, warms the moon beside him.
She´s grown full; tonight begins the waning.
The tide pulls through her very bones,
her form aches as each wave crests.
The earth pulse, heavy, blood warm within her
Beats new chords, old sun god chants.
"You are the first mother and the last,
all spring flesh has traveled through you."
Aztec plumed and gold beaded,
your priest kneels at the holy alter,
gathers each salt pearl shed, nectar for his sacrament.
You are the temple,
we pilgrims swept through the gates,
bent figures know the scent and petals of your presence,
spread our arms to harvest blossoms,
and your priest, sun struck, kneels beside you.
- CRISTINE McAULIFFE
Quote of the Day
|
JUBILANT FATHER
His face is like a sun, warms the moon beside him.
She´s grown full; tonight begins the waning.
The tide pulls through her very bones,
her form aches as each wave crests.
The earth pulse, heavy, blood warm within her
Beats new chords, old sun god chants.
"You are the first mother and the last,
all spring flesh has traveled through you."
Aztec plumed and gold beaded,
your priest kneels at the holy alter,
gathers each salt pearl shed, nectar for his sacrament.
You are the temple,
we pilgrims swept through the gates,
bent figures know the scent and petals of your presence,
spread our arms to harvest blossoms,
and your priest, sun struck, kneels beside you.
- CRISTINE McAULIFFE |
|
|