Loss Poems
If
by Rudyard Kipling
If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too:
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or, being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or being hated don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise;
If you can dream- -and not make dreams your master;
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Wings of Dread
by Saswat Dash
As i sit here rotten,
I look at a happy, playful couple of pretty butterflies,
Oh pitiful me! Hiddenly crying, holding onto my winter mitten,
It is a simple piece of fabric to one; but now I know how time flies,
Both of us look back upon thee,
A manner of glee which used to be,
A glee of a pact filled with lies.
Oh alas, me! Look. It is just a dirty pair of moths; a burden to fly.
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The Longing
by Lee-Ann Azzopardi
The white roses that are you gave was
A token of sympathy
You felt bad you were there
When my world came crashing down
With the death of a loved one
But you are here now,
Yr hands held me through the first night home
As we toasted him goodbye
And drank the wine that was sour with grief
Life won't be the same
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Certain Maxims Of Hafiz
by Rudyard Kipling
I.
If It be pleasant to look on, stalled in the packed serai,
Does not the Young Man try Its temper and pace ere he buy?
If She be pleasant to look on, what does the Young Man say?
"Lo! She is pleasant to look on, give Her to me to-day!"
II.
Yea, though a Kafir die, to him is remitted Jehannum
If he borrowed in life from a native at sixty per cent. per anuum.
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Circe
by Augusta Davies Webster
The sun drops luridly into the west;
darkness has raised her arms to draw him down
before the time, not waiting as of wont
till he has come to her behind the sea;
and the smooth waves grow sullen in the gloom
and wear their threatening purple; more and more
the plain of waters sways and seems to rise
convexly from its level of the shores;
and low dull thunder rolls along the beach:
there will be storm at last, storm, glorious storm.
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For Cooper 2006-2024
by Lee-Ann Azzopardi
How I miss the happiness
And the pride I had when I was with you
We were the coolest pair in the neighbourhood
People were amazed at yr age
You still had more energy than I
But in an afternoon, it was gone
And you can't come back
I will say goodbye my baby
However, not in my heart
You will be there for an eternity
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The Longing
by Lee-Ann Azzopardi
The white roses that are you gave was
A token of sympathy
You felt bad you were there
When my world came crashing down
With the death of a loved one
But you are here now,
Yr hands held me through the first night home
As we toasted him goodbye
And drank the wine that was sour with grief
Life won't be the same
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;
by e. m.
if all the universe is entangled
if we are all opposites in order to exist
intertwined
we are tied, we are
victims of fate, bound
by the very nature of the impossible
but measuring renders particles split apart
cut that crimson thread that binds us
for we know our truth
the probability
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aloe vera
by e. m.
do you miss it?
an apple fell on your head and you called it magic
a bird took flight
simple nature
simple desire
i made a wall
not of bricks
never of stone
of leaves
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Wings of Dread
by Saswat Dash
As i sit here rotten,
I look at a happy, playful couple of pretty butterflies,
Oh pitiful me! Hiddenly crying, holding onto my winter mitten,
It is a simple piece of fabric to one; but now I know how time flies,
Both of us look back upon thee,
A manner of glee which used to be,
A glee of a pact filled with lies.
Oh alas, me! Look. It is just a dirty pair of moths; a burden to fly.
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Archie Randolph Ammons (2 poems about Loss)
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