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absence, bereavement, cry, dad, daughter, day, death, god, grief, june, life, loss, memory, miss you, morning, remember, sad, sorrow,
Even after sixteen years
still I cry your daughters tears
Every year on this day, will always be sad
known only as the date, God took my dad
1st June 1954- 22nd Oct 1997
Allan Thomas Holmes
Anthony O. Mitchell Jr.
age, april, august, autumn, beautiful, beauty, boat, change, death, february, happy, imagination, introspection, january, journey, july, june, life, nature, november, october, summer, tree, winter,
If these eyes shall become blinded, and if this
hair shall come to be combed thinly and grey;
No, it would not be the end of the world.
I would still see beauty therein this world through
the songs of Crickets and Feathered Songsters.
The breeze would yet whisper and trees still dance.
I would yet smell the freshly bloom of Spring.
I'd still endure Summer's sweltering heat.
I'd yet feel Autumn's leaves crunch 'neath these toes.
I'd still long to be fireside with Winter.
Disabled or not, perhaps I'd yet walk
therein wonderful imagination.
How I'd be forever young at heart!
Then just as one journey came to an end,
I'd indeed greet another with a smile.
absence, animal, death, dog, murder, people, pets,
Fangs, bloody and red
Tires, barren of tread
Fire, rising above
Heart, devoid of love
Skies, cloudy and grey
Price, too high to pay
Time, now has run out
Mind, filled now with doubt
Eyes, blinded by drinking
Brain, no longer thinking
Blood, staining the ground
Noise, then not a sound
Life, taken too soon
Warmth, gone now in June
Dead, left on the road
Man, a life taken now owed
august, autumn, grief, june, moon, remember, summer,
It has been beautiful, late August, full moon
a million crickets following
a million fireflies in June,
a million May peepers. Immersed
in insect, amphibian cycles, I am a mammal, drugged,
crossing the road, car approaching
I would choose to die in late summer.
So that my wife would have autumn, intense,
to grieve by,
snowy bandages with which to bind the wound,
and spring to reawaken into.
Summer to remember that she's loved.
daughter, death, family, loss, lost love, love, motherbeautiful, beautiful, june,
On the 30th of June you entered this world,
so cute and content my beautiful girl.
I have never seen such a proud father,
kissing your hands and feeling your feet.
Little blue eyes so hard to forget
wrapped in a pink shawl, you were my princess.
Your brothers smile when he first met you.
He stroked your cheek and called your name.
But, it was too late my tiny princess.
The angels couldn't wait any longer.
On the 30th of June you left this world,
so peaceful and pale my beautiful girl:Liliana
Sky POET sa
Blood of Students
On June 16
students sent their request
they decided to protest
in fully uniform dressed
angry and so stressed
refusing to write a test
no fear of any arrest
they tried their best
to voice out first
hidding in the forest
actions then attest
pain was witnessed
serious pain no jest
may all their souls in peace rest.
Drencho POET Loads.
death, life, love, sad, sleep,
Now that its June,
we'll sleep in the garden
soak into the dirt,
down into the underground,
to sleep with the dead
our bodies filled with maggots
under the sullen sun
its a new morning,
soil in your mouth
dirt in my lungs
should we awaken?
now that its June,
June on the west coast.
death, family, father, sad, day, happy, day, happy,
I sat today midst the happy smiles
Of a children’s song, and for just a while
I was happy too, for what else should come
From a happy day and a happy song
But it came again just like every June
When I feel the pain of an open wound
That on every other day I keep
Hidden far from view, buried oh so deep
But I guess that’s why they made the day
So that folks like me can’t just walk away
From the hidden chambers, vaults and tombs
Where ghosts like this are left to loom
Waiting for the chance to emerge again
On that day in June; on the one day when
I can only sit choking back the tears
While the children sing…
And the ghosts appear
animal, cat, death, june, pets, september,
Today, my cat died that I had for nearly six years.
When I found her dead, it brought me to tears.
Animals always bring plenty of joy.
I adopted her in September of 2012 and I named her Boy.
I named her Boy even though she was a female.
It was heartbreaking when I had to say farewell.
It wasn't until she died that I truly appreciated what a special cat that I had.
Boy and I went to Sneedville and spent the last Christmas with Mom and Dad.
She was very pretty and solid white.
She was indeed a beautiful sight.
It's very sad to know that she no longer exists.
Goodbye Boy, you were my cat and you will be missed.