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Death Poems About January

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Poem Details | by Michael Wise |
Categories: anniversary, death, father son, grief, remembrance day,

That January Day

You loved me, this I know
but then you had to go
and things were never quite the same again

On that January day
I kind of lost my way
and those thoughts and feelings just elude my pen

I was but eleven
when you went off to heaven
it was quite a jarring lesson at that age

And now 40 years have passed
since the day I saw you last
when I learned the hard way I must turn the page

You know, I miss you dad
and I would be so glad
if only I could see you once again

When I finally come your way
I’ve a world of things to say
All those feelings once elusive to my pen

© Mike Wise

Poem Details | by Lily Twinkle |
Categories: bereavement, family, january, metaphor, nature,

Two Haiku

Strokes after midnight
received a distant sad news
a swallow has flown

Watch over us dear
I kept my prayers for you
frosted in flowers

Poem Details | by Judith Angell Meyer |
Categories: death, husband, loss, sad, lost, lost, sleep,

January 1, 2007

My list is long today.
But the voice says sleep --
Don't engage,
Don't create,
Don't make the bed --


Begone sunshine.

My mind falls to empty thought --
Is this dementia?
Will my mind curl up
     and sleep to death?

Will I follow my mother into the depths
     of lost thought and fabricated reality?

Will I know my husband
     when I see him again?

Will I even find him?


The depression lulls me back into myself
     dulling the memory of lost tomorrows,
          begun today,
               nine years ago.

Poem Details | by Lycia Harding |
Categories: celebration, death, dedication, farewell, january, new year,

New Year

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At midnight, he'll propose a toast
and raise to light a fluted glass,
as they gaze, muted, at their host

Though in his eye may sting a tear,
he knows theirs will stay dry, en masse,
as they ring in the coming year

That he alone bears witness to
this cheerless savoir-faire, is clear
but he's forgot (or never knew)
such camaraderie, at most,
is retrospect to spirits here,
where every guest is but a ghost...

At midnight, he'll propose a toast
that he alone bears witness to

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Poem Details | by Paul Schneiter |
Categories: death, january,


Something about January
Broods my blood to slush.
A new year's unknowns
Hearkens hope to hush.

It's a dark visage that stuns,
Heritage of Januarys past.
Death calls my loved ones
With winter's harshest blast.

It seems we're trying to cope
By saying "Happy New Year!"
Yet one must toast the hope
That a wish can fight a fear.

But I think—I'm sure I'm right
The Reaper so deathly scary
Will call me an ice-enameled night
In the cold heart of January.

Poem Details | by Anthony O. Mitchell Jr. |
Categories: 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 I Shall Grow Old 2K13

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.

Poem Details | by Leslie Philibert |
Categories: death of a friend,

A Funeral In January

Early darkness; as oil we drip
Through the heart`s engine
In black; lemon-faced we
                     shadow the next,

We hesitate with tears and
stutter over earth; arms linked,
                     distant and cool

To scare a circle of crows
And a falling steeple,music and
words break the shocked ring,
                     then that is all.

Poem Details | by Matthew Sample |
Categories: cowboy-western, death, depression, nature,


The cold wind blowing
Across shadowed timber beams
Death becomes open-space.

Poem Details | by Ann Foster |
Categories: beauty, death, friendship, irony, january, marriage, me,



At dinner the other night, 
mom fixed our favorite. 
She baked them, 
broiled them, 
cut them up,
 and fried them nice. 

She told us,
this was the story of life, 
all through dinner. 
as we sat and ate, 
and laughed and cried. 

At the end, 
we found we were;
and made;
to feel like everything had…

It was not what was on the plate, 
or even what was missing. 
but that she made what she had, 
with all she had, 
and gave it willingly…
to those she loved. 

Poem Details | by randy johnson |
Categories: celebrity, death, dedication, farewell, january,

Mister Rickman

You starred in Die Hard and also in Galaxy Quest.
And you starred in Dark Harbor and The Winter Guest.
You starred in some Harry Potter movies and in A little Chaos.
People are saddened by your demise because it's a big loss.
In 1989 and 1990 you starred in Quigley Down Under and The January Man.
In 1991 you starred in Robin Hood: Prince of Thieves and also in Closet Land.
I'll tell you something that is certainly true.
You were a great actor and people will remember you.

(Dedicated to Alan Rickman who died at the age of 69 on January 14, 2016.)

Poem Details | by Luqman Samin |
Categories: blessing, culture, death, january, self,

The Last Bath

Cleanse my shoulder;
   burden that my life once bound.

Cleanse my self;
   only memories stay but not my bond.

Cleanse my shroud;
   my only attire for my end.

Cleanse my sins;
   my soul will be blessed.

Cleanse my sanctuary;
   I shall lay forever on this bed.

 By welcoming death;
   my life will be perfected.
Farewell the Rests, 
   may we meet again unaltered.

edited 2/12/2020

Poem Details | by Anna Greene |
Categories: angel, baby, bereavement, grief, january,

15 Years

My January baby that should have been,
Just a small dot full of hopes and dreams.

I think about you all the time, 
Would you have had his eyes or mine?
Were you a boy, were you a girl?
I didn't care, you were my world.

But my body couldn't keep you safe,
Please forgive me, i did my best.

And now each year on my christmas tree,
Hangs my January angel, just a memory to me.

Poem Details | by Tim Riding |
Categories: death of a friend,

A starry night, 15 January 2016

A Starry Night
                       15th January 2016

	All is still as points of light descend
	To show the way to all that never was,
	The night becomes a confidante and friend
	Re-living all your feelings. Why? Because?
	A canvas stretched on limbs now worn and frail
	Depicts a journey coming to and end,
	Of stormy seas you never thought to sail,
	No compass there on which you could depend.
	That dream you followed, never far from sight,
	Remained in place when storm clouds came unseen,
	To guide you in an everlasting fight
	And show the love of life for which you dream.
		Yet deep inside you knew the time had come,
		A final brushstroke laid for every one.