Poems About: LOSS
Poems on / about :
- carpe diem
It was a great loss as we watched you
Leave us when it was almost dew
Not even a minute of patience
To reap your harvest with true conscience read more »Anthony Seyi Abiodun
362.Loss and Gain
It's like the shedding of skin,
Through a frightful din.
You can emerge more caring, stronger, bolder,
Or sadder, much weaker, and certainly colder. read more »fade ward
363.Water can sustain life (but not for him)
Water can sustain life, , but not for him,
Water took his life, he never learned to swim;
Too many children, too many early deaths,
Water claimed their souls and dying breaths. read more »david lessard
Loss is a language I’m fluent in.
Its syllables rush forth with martial precision. read more »Deborah Harvey
I His Defeat
The lost war of life read more »Sadiqullah Khan
366.Only Love Can Say...
Count them like the random pennies safekept for a rainy day,
the obvious cruel reasons of the hows and whys;
loss pushes love away...
Take the cold frigid reasons to hand spread them out to lay, read more »LoraMae Hawkins
367.Of Your Financial Loss
I am sorry to hear of your financial loss
But many are burdened with some sort of cross
Though how somebody's loss can be another's gain
Is something that seems beyond me to explain read more »Francis Duggan
368.Wail! , Wail! ! , Wail! ! ! for HAITI.
Wail, ! Wail, ! ! Wail for HAITI! ! ! ! ! !
Wail for the sight is Gory,
Wail for the deaths of these Infants
Wail for the deaths of these women, ; young, and Old read more »SEGUN RASAKI
The excited laughter
and giddy chatter of children
explodes in the air.
Shattering the calm. read more »Kim Davies
370.Sex is thicker than blood.
You can scold the child;
You can scold the parent.
They can be taken for granted
As they are bonded by blood. read more »Rm.Shanmugam Chettiar.
371.A SOUL DEPARTED TODAY AT PIET
A SOUL DEPARTED TODAY AT PIET
A soul exited Today to the abode of heaven
I could not recall his face as others say was a man read more »Tuna Biswal
My loss is my burden alone to bear
In sacrosanct equanimity
But sympathy does come calling
In drips and drabs to attenuate my pain read more »Chris Jibero