No matter how painful the loss, the bereaved won't be buried with the corpse.
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Bereavement
Do not get tired from grief as you are bereaved,
And bereavement is relief as you are bereaved.
Do certainty on the scene of writing, when all is leisure
And certain people believe in their belief as you are bereaved.
Does your mind seem a container of science and sea?
Then let feelings go, let them reside away from the thief as you are bereaved.
Does your partner know why marriage is sacred and solid?
Then see him or her with a measure of truth as the chief as you are bereaved.
May surrendering accomplish the goal of a life-time,
May I wish you all the best with your disbelief as you are bereaved.
Let Time fly, let innocence mend the tattered cloths and dress and uniform,
For when a person dies he or she is abject and very brief, as you are bereaved.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Loss of history
Loss of memory leaves one a corpse.
Loss of history of one’s ancestors
Or the ignorance of it by one leaves
One a corpse bereft of identity.
26.09.2010
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Opurtunity
Opportunity
Loss it seems is the worst kind of sorrow
Loss of a dream
Loss of a person
But what of the loss of opportunity
Opportunity for a dream
Opportunity for time with a person
Can not having the chance of loss
Be worse than loss itself
More prominent
More painful
An aching sense that if only you’d had the chance
You would at least have memories
Good
Bad
Would it matter as long as you could remember
Loss it seems is the worse kind of sorrow
But worse still is the loss of opportunity
poem by Abigail Hauschild
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Who wins
No matter who win who loss
Control yourself
And wait and see
Things happening
In between win win
Loss loss
And see nothing.
What you are doing
Giving hundred percent
Efforts or not
How far you are
Stick to it
Tha is matter
There is nothing
Win or loss.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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(Death) Loss
My paper, my pencils, my keychains, my glue,
They're nowhere to be found,
Nowhere, it's true,
But it does not matter much
That, now, I don't have any work to do.
The sigh for the loss of rainy days overcast
Along the lake
After the shingly overpass
Does not matter much
That, now, the time does not go so fast.
The weeping for the loss of diamond rings,
Fitted and shiny,
Bright as angel wings,
Does not matter much
That, now, I need not the shape of things.
And the loss of my home, beneath the sky,
That sits near a river
Where the salmon swim by,
Does not matter much
That, now, home is here, where I now lie.
And I lost where all my cities were lain,
Where the lions
Slept on every lane,
But it does not matter much,
For I have an even greater pain.
The tragedy of the loss of you, my child,
For the only one I've wept for,
The only one I adore,
Never passes
Because you know I'll wait for you
On God's golden shore.
poem by K. Jared Hosein
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Death
Nothing Changes For Us,
When Someone Else Dies.
Throughout the World,
At this Point of Time -
A Bereaved One Cries...
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Reflecting the Reality that there may be scores of Deaths taking place at a given point of time around the Globe, but it hardly affects our diurnal routine, except shattering the lives of their near 'n' dear ones who they leave behind.
The Sun, the Moon, the stars and the sky - they all remain the same for us, rising and setting everyday, and our life goes on as usual with our school, office and home routines, except for those bereaved persons mourning the loss of their loved ones - their life catapults them to an entirely new dimension of existence.
Hard to Live on - yet struggling to survive...for the sake of their progeny and dependents.
poem by Aparna Chatterjee
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A Weaponry
The real nature of a weapon, the real sort of prize,
Is its joy of presentation to the other half.
One man is incredible for joking about death,
The real bomb awaits the people to matter.
One sword is not two storms of death,
But ten innocent dead men, who simply have deceased.
Seize and rock him about with hands and feet,
The body shall become a corpse, a harvest of a kind
Is gathered, the corpse then uncovered,
For all to really matter.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Loss Of...
Loss it seems is the worst kind of sorrow
Loss of dreams, the dreams of tomorrow
Loss of the moments you two should have shared
Loss of opportunities to show her you cared
Loss of the memories you both could have created
Loss of the romance once intense as you dated
Loss of a kiss, caress, or embrace
Loss of that special feeling no one else can replace
Loss of a look, the twinkle in her eye
Loss of the touch as you pass each other by
Loss of a future, from a past of regret
Loss of a last chance, how many do you get
Loss of a promise you never meant to break
Loss of two hearts that forever will ache
(2012)
poem by Michael Ernst
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It is a foolish fly that is buried with a corpse.
IT's Not As Painful
There's a nail in the bottom of my shoe.
But it's not as painful as losing you.
There's a splinter embedded in my skin.
But it's not as painful as the place I'm in.
There's a scar from cancer on my breast.
But it's not as troublesome as no rest.
There's a black cloud hanging over my head.
But it's not as dreary as my silent bed.
There's a line or two that's on my brow.
But they're only a reminder of you somehow.
There's an echo in the night I hear.
But it's just a memory of your voice in my ear.
There's an eyelash caught inside my eye
But it's not as painful as saying goodbye.
Pain is just a temporary thing.
But loss is a constant terrible thing.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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Painful Solitude
Painful rejection
Your silence speaks volumes
Solitary dove flies alone,
Looking for a place to belong,
She is lost, heart full of pain
Will she ever be able to sing again?
Painful illness
My body agony
My mind endures
Painful isolation
Painful solitude
Painful loneliness
poem by Lawrence Hiung
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Oh! Why?
You live and you die
Why?
Why do you go
And make others cry?
Why does every life
End up in a Sigh?
Why do we live
If we have to die?
Is there anyone out there
Who can answer my Whys?
It is very painful to see
Orphaned children cry.
Husbands and wives
Having empty beds to lie.
Why is Death so Ruthless?
God so Thoughtless?
Why does He bring us
To this world?
Gives us feelings
And relations
To love, care
Smile and cry...
And then we tend to become
'Emotionless'.
Clutching a heavy heart
Yet standing in this world
All alone - motionless.
Showing our 'strong' selves
And our 'masked' faces.
Though we all feel weak
And so very vulnerable -
In the mighty throes of Death.
O God! Why are you so
Careless, Mindless,
Heartless...
Giving us a life
That is so very pointless
B'cos the day we die
We lose everything.
No relations
No home
No family
No love
No kisses nor cuddles
Going away alone
To a world unknown
How frightening and lonesome
Can that solitary feeling be...
Leaving our loved ones
Behind
And a life so futile
Like so many lives
Being put to death
Day in and day out
Countless, Ceaseless...
God! come to Earth
And feel for yourself
What it is to live
And to die -
Loved ones crying
Before your bleary eyes
As you pass away...
And bereaved ones
Mourning in agony
For years -
Many more...
Oh! Why? Oh! Why? Oh! Why?
Why do we have to live
If we all have to die...
The loss of a loved one
Is so very painful -
As if we all live to lose
And everyday
We live to die...
(This poem is dedicated to Radha Mami, a lovely lady who lost her life to Cancer on October 6th' 2007.)
poem by Aparna Chatterjee
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To Fine Lady Would-Be
Fine madam Would-Be, wherefore should you fear,
That love to make so well, a child to bear?
The world reputes you barren: but I know
Your 'pothecary, and his drug says no.
Is it the pain affrights? That's soon forgot.
Or your complexion's loss? you have a pot,
That can restore that. Will it hurt your feature?
To make amends, you are thought a wholesome creature.
What should the cause be? Oh, you live at court;
And there's both loss of time, and loss of sport,
In a great belly: Write then on thy womb,
'Of the not born, yet buried, here's the tomb.'
poem by Ben Jonson
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Lost In A House Fire
The loss of a child
The loss of a wife
Tis all the same as the loss of your own life
The loss of house and all that's inside
Tis all the same as if your whole soul had died
The loss of temper
Loss of faith and self-control
Tis all the same as knowing you have now grown very old
The loss of all memory when all is becalmed
When you find that your wife and child all safe and unharmed
poem by Neil Milliner
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Corpse
Take the corpse away and bury it,
Take my love to my lover and cover her nakedness,
For she should be buried and i will mourn for her;
Until i see the joy on the other side of the river.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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A Sweet Haven
Today I'm not in my usual mood
to face things in life as I would...
Sad thoughts of loss of our beloved,
and missing talks of other dearly loved
have inhabited this heart bereaved
as if it all distressed my soul
from the quietness and joy as a whole.
Anyway, this sweet haven I sought
so that hope and peace could be brought.
(May 2010)
poem by Maria C. Costa
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A loss
Loss of a dream
Loss of a life
Loss of a love
Loss of a path
Loss of a power
This is what I lost,
In this vast world of war.
poem by Austin Courtney
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Knock Em Dead (live)
This basket arrives to show your condolence
You hope that it finds me well and just in time
This loss was unbearable, but now I have flowers
Thoughtful happy bright arrangement
I can fall into...
Just a corpse in his place,
You only have one shot to knock 'em dead
A toast to the way he left us counting our blessings
And holding our heads...
You better speak up, you better say something
We better believe ourselves for once
'cause you never said help
You never said anything the way that we dreamed ourselves to fear
It's only in this silence
I can hear ethan screaming
all alone, all alone...
Just a corpse in his place
You only have one shot to knock 'em dead
A toast to the way he left us counting our blessings
and holding our heads...
Just a corpse in his place
You only have one shot to knock 'em dead
And I would have thought that I had more to lose than him
My skin has gone stark white and an ash covers my skin
I should have worn makeup
It seems to have worked for you
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A walking corpse
I walk around like a zombie.
A reflection of a corpse.
Like Im in a body thats not mine.
A body depression has invaded.
Im a reflection of a corpse.
So numb and dead inside.
Not being able to feel.
Trapped in a body.
That once used to be mine.
Now its like its someone elses.
Im a walking corpse.
So very dead inside.
As numb as numb
Number than Ice.
Depression has over road.
And overtaken me.
Its made me like a walking corpse.
I may aswell be dead.
Thats how I feel inside.
A excellent resembalence
Of a walking corpse.
Mabey I can fight it
But that I very much doubt.
I have had to fight to many demons.
One more I cant fight this yet.
Im a walking corpse.
Dead inside.
A marvolos resembalence.
Of a walking corpse
poem by Amy Louise Kerswell
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Loss Unbearable, Loss Irrepearable
The death of a twelve year old,
Her sister shed tears,
But the body was cold,
Loss Unbearable, Loss Irrepearable.
She felt all had lost hope,
It was her fault,
'I let go the rope! '
Loss Unbearable, Loss Irrepearable.
'I should have pulled her up'
'I lost grip'
'I should'nt have given up! '
Loss Unbearable, Loss Irrepearable.
'You trusted me! '
'And there is no reason....'
' No you shouldn't have, see? '
Loss Unbearable, Loss Irrepearable.
'No! It's not your fault! ',
Said her sister,
Who lay dead in the vault,
Loss Unbearable, Loss Irrepearable.
poem by Ulveena Aitzaz
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