Loss Poems

Popular 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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Home Burial

by Robert Frost

He saw her from the bottom of the stairs
Before she saw him. She was starting down,
Looking back over her shoulder at some fear.
She took a doubtful step and then undid it
To raise herself and look again. He spoke
Advancing toward her: "What is it you see
From up there always? -- for I want to know."
She turned and sank upon her skirts at that,
And her face changed from terrified to dull.
He said to gain time: "What is it you see?"

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On The Death Of Dr. Benjamin Franklin

by Philip Freneau

Thus, some tall tree that long hath stood
The glory of its native wood,
By storms destroyed, or length of years,
Demands the tribute of our tears.

The pile, that took long time to raise,
To dust returns by slow decays:
But, when its destined years are o'er,
We must regret the loss the more.

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Epistle To Dr. Arbuthnot

by Alexander Pope

Shut, shut the door, good John! fatigu'd, I said,
Tie up the knocker, say I'm sick, I'm dead.
The dog-star rages! nay 'tis past a doubt,
All Bedlam, or Parnassus, is let out:
Fire in each eye, and papers in each hand,
They rave, recite, and madden round the land.

What walls can guard me, or what shades can hide?
They pierce my thickets, through my grot they glide;
By land, by water, they renew the charge;

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The Flea

by John Donne

Mark but this flea, and mark in this,
How little that which thou deny'st me is;
It sucked me first, and now sucks thee,
And in this flea, our two bloods mingled be;
Thou knowest that this cannot be said
A sin, nor shame, nor loss of maidenhead.
Yet this enjoys before it woo,
And pampered, swells with one blood made of two,
And this, alas, is more than we would do.

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Recent Loss Poems

ये दिल ही ना बदला (Ye Dil Hi Na Badla)

by Christine Kuruvilla

Hakikat yahi thi ki ye dil hi na badla,
Kabhi kise ko bhi pyaar de diya,
Dukh dard ko apna liya,
Chup chaap sab ke liye hass liya.

De diya hai ab sab kuch,
Na jaane us paar kiski intezaar.
Par maut se darta nahi ye dil,
Kyunki mar chuka hai hum kai baar,
Unpe hua hai ye dil beqarar.

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She died

by Dina Shehada

Everything about her is so special
You touch her hand and feel it's cold
As if it was a metal
Asking the lord
Please make her feel better
Those stunning eyes
Their gorgeous color
Look at them and feel her magic power
Let your hand run through her hair
You will know how it feels to touch the rainbow rain

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If

Home Burial

On The Death Of Dr. Benjamin Franklin

Epistle To Dr. Arbuthnot

The Flea

ये दिल ही ना बदला (Ye Dil Hi Na Badla)

She died

my home

All the things

I Felt It