Barren
This is the place to search for a death poem for that special person. The best resource for quotes and death poetry.
| Death Poem |
| 1 10 20 21 22 23 24 25 26 27 28 29 30 40 50 60 70 80 90 100 |
#28 Barren
Upon this day I reminisce
With sadness and regret
The loss of my beloved
Special "child" who was my pet.
It's been a year of longing
Wishing you'd return to me ...
For though you left one year ago,
I cannot "set you free".
Though time has made it easier,
To go from day to day ...
No one can understand the
"Special" role your life did play.
For every day you were a part,
Of love and joy and life ...
You had a way that focussed me
And lessened daily strife.
I'd hurry home to see your face,
Behind that window pane;
Where wiggles, hugs and cuddles
Brightened up the worst of days.
And now I sit, with eyes tear filled,
You are not by my side;
And when I see the window,
It is bare and bleak inside.
Emotions, they are raw today,
I'm simply torn apart ...
For hollow, wrenching feelings
Tear apart this very heart.
An emptiness, that's deeper than
The oceans ... fill my soul;
A painful hunger bites my
Inner self beyond control.
For though time healed the daily wounds
I wore upon my sleeve,
I shelter from the world outside
Just what you meant to me.
No children was I blessed to have,
My womb was barren ... yet,
You filled the void my darling one,
My sweet and lovely pet.
To me, you were more human
Than some others I have known ...
You gave such love and tenderness;
T'was deep within your soul.
Now spring is here, and little things
We loved now cause me harm ...
The walks we'd take around the yard
No longer hold their charm.
We're packing just to get away,
And leave this home we've lived ...
For without you to share this with,
I get no joy from it.
I see you as I turn each step,
I watch for you each day ...
Oh little one, I miss you so,
... Much more than words can say.
"And nothing can we call our own but death
And that small model of the barren earth
Which serves as paste and cover to our bones.
For God's sake, let us sit upon the ground
And tell sad stories of the death of kings." W. Shakespeare
"And what the dead had no speech for, when living,
They can tell you, being dead: the communication
Of the dead is tongued with fire beyond the language of the living." T.S.
Eliot
"While man is growing, life is in decrease;
And cradles rock us nearer to the tomb.
Our birth is nothing but our death begun." Edward Young
Home -
Death Quotes
Link to this page
| Free Poetry Contest Poetry.com will award over 1,200 awards and prizes totaling over $100,000 to amateur poets in the coming months. All contestants are eligible for both of our contests. Join Now!  |
"Men are never really willing to die except for the sake of freedom:
therefore they do not believe in dying completely." Albert Camus
Copy and paste this into the code of
your webpage:
All death poems are welcome to the LoveThePoem.Com contest! All amateur
poets are encouraged to send their work - gothic mother sad death
poem, grandmother sympathy for brother or grandfather death poetry