Tags : Death

Angela Lansbury

Angela Lansbury

A Poem by Randy Johnson


DEDICATED TO ANGELA LANSBURY (1925-2022) WHO DIED ON OCTOBER 11, 2022
On John's passing

On John's passing

A Poem by Michael


Thoughts on the passing of my father.
NOOSEnse

NOOSEnse

A Poem by Sue Low


The sun reflected in mine eyesSo that I cannot see how I dieEach time the rain rages and poursMore of me drips down to the floorThe floors of your hea..
i thought i hated my best friend

i thought i hated my best friend

A Story by Sierra


lexi rose - 11/14/21
111 Months

111 Months

A Poem by Randy Johnson


DEDICATED TO CHARLES F. JOHNSON (1947-2013) WHO DIED ON JULY 13, 2013
Contemplating Death

Contemplating Death

A Poem by Sam


A fictional poem about suicide
Unrequited Love

Unrequited Love

A Poem by Brianna Brie


Our choices are ours to pursue
Collage Essay

Collage Essay

A Story by Cunk


Not sure what I’m expecting, but I’d like somr criticism on this personal essay before I send it. I think I put too much on the story, not..
Fatefall - 33

Fatefall - 33

A Chapter by A.L.


Adrian
Same place

Same place

A Poem by Lana


We all headed to the same placeLiving in the same orbWatching us as we prayOr we prey for our livesTo be gayTo be aliveTo breathe but then dieIt watch..
A Cheat On Luck

A Cheat On Luck

A Poem by Reese


Based on the movie, "All Quiet on the Western Front"
Grief Still Comes In Ripples

Grief Still Comes In Ripples

A Poem by Ann Outlaw


A short poem about loss and grief during the holiday season.
Missed

Missed

A Poem by Chuii


Wouldn’t it be nice if you could know what it’s like to die and see how people react to your death but then be able to come back alive? We..
Marking the passing

Marking the passing

A Poem by Michael


A poem inspired by the memorial benches I see on my dog walks
We Were Here

We Were Here

A Poem by Linda Marie Van Tassell


Memories anchor a path to the past building a bridge between places and time.
I Will Disappear

I Will Disappear

A Poem by Katarzyna Anna Koziorowsk..


You are a dream that cannot be escaped. You are a memory for which it is worth departing into the unknown. I remember those times ..