47+ Poems For A Friend Who Died Suddenly: Grief & Mournful

We all have at least one friend, a friend who we grow up with, go to school together, hang out and share stories with each other. A friend is an indispensable part of everyone’s life, but death takes away a friend forever, leaves us with beautiful memories, grief and longing.

A good friend is like a family member, and when a friend dies suddenly, we lose a loved one. Therefore, the death of a friend is also a great loss, but hopefully, their life will be better than in the land of bliss. And their death leaves us with good memories, a happy childhood and unforgettable memories.

Those who have lost a friend will probably understand very well the meaning of the quote “Losing a friend is more painful than losing a romantic relationship” by Revan Al-asmari. And if you are grieving the death of a friend, poems for a friend who died suddenly can be a source of comfort and encouragement to help you get through this difficult time.

Poems About the Loss of a Friend

1, Her Death © Abeera Ihsan

Every moment of her death
Words were but wasted breaths

A changed ME reflects
Due to some unhappy effects

Your departure is pure reason
Of turning my spring into autumn season

Disporting in the hour of doom
That awful space of gloom

“Wipe out all negativity.”
You left that note of positivity

Either I am right or wrong
FRIEND your loss make me strong

Your trust and love urge me to shine
I will stay careful and fine
Read these lines of mine

2, Forever True © William Thomas Fearby

It’s really hard to find true love again
When you have suffered loss and pain
When you lose the one that you love
When they are called to God above

The hurt you feel never goes away
It Lives inside you every single day
The pain of loss is too hard to take
Thoughts of you make my heart break

You were taken from me in your prime.
God must’ve thought it was your time
I’m finding it hard to live without you
When you were taken it broke my heart in two

The memories of you still linger in my heart
But the thought of losing you tears me apart
I can’t sleep at night I listen to your voice
On an old telephone message I kept by choice

I imagine you lying in my bed next to me
I can feel your presence a spirit so free
In my mind I try to picture your sweet face
I keep trying to look for you lying in your space

I thought I would get over losing you
But the harder I try the less I do
I feel so lost without you and so alone
All I have left is a message on the phone

Every night I hope I will see you in my dreams
But that will never happen or so it seems
I know you are watching over me I can feel you by my side
My heart is so full of loneliness I try so very hard to hide

I feel your presence all around me everywhere I go
I want to tell you I love you but I think you already know
I can still smell your scent on your side of the bed
That sweet smell conjurers up visions In my head

How can I forget you when everywhere I go you are there
I can even sense your presence on your favourite chair
I don’t want to live without you but I know that I must
I promised I would always love you and I won’t betray your trust

I know I could never love another the way that I loved you
You were my husband ,my best friend and my lover too
No one can replace you they broke the mould with you
Until my god comes to take me I will remain forever true

3, Friendship © Eric Harvey

Remember me. I’m your best friend
we met when we started school
We’d take our nets and fishing rods
and head off down to the pool

Happy childhood memories
come flooding back to me
Memories so vivid, so real
of how things used to be

And then came the war to end all wars
it took us overseas
We fought together side by side
against our enemies

We came back home, met our wives
Two sisters Joan and Jean,
had a double ceremony gave the town
the best wedding ever seen

We bought our houses raised our kids
Took holidays together,
helped each other through stormy times
sailed the stormy weather.

Our children left, went seperate ways
settled in faraway places,
We bought computers, signed with Skype
to see our grandchildren’s faces.

Then my Jeany died, it broke my heart
I’d loved her all my life
Her Sister and you, held my hand
as I buried my darling wife

Twelve months later, almost to the day
Cancer took your Joan,
With our children scattered all over the world
we were now truly alone

So we sold our houses, their memories too,
Bought a three bedded bungalow,
And there for the next two or three years
our memories would grow and grow.

Was it in eighty three or four
you really started to change,
You couldn’t remember the basic things
which made you feel very strange.

We’d sit and talk glass in hand
about the good old days,
But sometimes you’d drift off on your own
your eyes would be half glazed.

It didn’t bother me at first
old age was just to blame,
Then one day you couldn’t even remember
your own wife’s name.

We’d sit in a room, you’d burst into tears
for no reason at all,
I’d come home from shopping to find you sat
just staring at the wall.

You changed from a friend into a stranger
your personality changed,
You’d say you’d seen Jean sat in her chair
you became quite deranged.

I phoned the doctors, took you next day
you thought it an adventure,
It didn’t take long for the doctor to say
you had early signs of dementia.

I thought it was natural to have memory loss
as we all grew older,
But as the long days turned into months
you became colder and colder.

The telephone held such fear for you
I just couldn’t understand,
You couldn’t pick it up when it rang
you dismissed it out of hand.

So I bought all the books, read all I could
and tried to understand,
Swore to myself I’d look after you
and take you by the hand.

Then over the years as time passed you by
I became your full time nurse,
I convinced myself, that your lonely old life
just couldn’t get any worse.

But get worse it did, I could hardly stand
to know your brain was dying,
Sometimes you’d come back for a moment in time
then you’d break down crying.

Even though I’d known you all of our lives
always looked out for you,
Your personality had changed so much
you weren’t the friend I knew.

But I carried on dressed you each day
fed you, put you to bed,
Sat and talked to you night after night
your path of life we’d tread.

Sometimes a glimpse or a little sign
something deep in your mind,
would stir a memory, a picture perhaps,
of those you left behind.

Then one cold night as I lay in my bed
I heard a deathly moan,
I knew there and then you were back to yourself
in the arms of your darling Joan.

So now here I stand at your graveside
your life is at an end,
I know only one thing for definite
you remember me again old friend.

4, Now Is Forever © Curtis Raynard

When we think about forever
What do we really see
Is it everyone still together
Or just a thought out fantasy

Can forever even be real
Knowing we all must die
Is it memories we will feel
Or is death our last goodbye

We can only believe of tomorrow
As we live our lives of today
Is time something we only borrow
Or it will continue ticking away

If forever is a made up word
And this life comes to its end
I want it to be known and heard
I was blessed to be your friend

5, Death © Terrence Lulo Mtherere Sokalisa

You pay a visit unexpectedly
You come in the middle of joy
Your visit is objectionable
Death you’re so mean

You’re nobody’s best friend
You only take and never give
We hate your presence
We don’t choose you we’ll never

Tears drops when you’re around
Tears falls in your presence
There’s no invite for you
The joy without you is vast

You took from us, now we weep
You left us incomplete sadness
Death you only bring sorrows
Death you won again against us

6, Death © Carla Maria

I have travelled far and wide to meet you my friend.
To the depths of the abyss I have gone
Dark as dark.
Black as black

Under the night sky
Creatures lurking in the under growth of my intoxicating thoughts.
Dragging me closer and closer to you,
to meet my end.
There is no beginnings, there is no end.
Just darkness, and in this darkness comes the quiet stillness of life.
Purity of mind, body and soul.
The rhythmic heartbeat of life, giving a silent pause.
I am free.
There is nothing.
Emptiness abound, I am drifting.
I am not afraid; I am at peace in my own world.
Welcome death.

7, She Walks in Beauty © Lord Byron

She walks in beauty, like the night
Of cloudless climes and starry skies;
And all that’s best of dark and bright
Meet in her aspect and her eyes;
Thus mellowed to that tender light
Which heaven to gaudy day denies.

One shade the more, one ray the less,
Had half impaired the nameless grace
Which waves in every raven tress,
Or softly lightens o’er her face;
Where thoughts serenely sweet express,
How pure, how dear their dwelling-place.

And on that cheek, and o’er that brow,
So soft, so calm, yet eloquent,
The smiles that win, the tints that glow,
But tell of days in goodness spent,
A mind at peace with all below,
A heart whose love is innocent!

8, As One © Samantha M. Hann

It’s okay to miss you,
It’s okay to cry.
Just know I’ll never forget you.
This isn’t a permanent goodbye.

Sometimes I sit and wonder
If you are standing by my side,
Giving me the courage
To carry on with pride.

I’ll hold onto our memories,
Until this life is done.
In my heart is where I’ll store them,
Where we can be as one.

9, Everywhere © Tara L. Collacchi

There was no time to say goodbye.
But this I ask – please do not cry.
Remember me as you think best.
Remember the happy times, but forget the rest.

Look for me and I’ll be there,
And you will find me everywhere:
In the gentle touch of the breeze
That cools the skin or swirls the leaves.

In the scent and color of flowers
That gave me such happy hours.
On sunny days, under sunny skies of blue,
Just think of me, I’ll be with you.

In winter when there’s cloud or mist,
The rain will give to you my kiss.
As wood smoke lingers in the air,
Look for me and I’ll be there.

Where seagulls cry above the sea
And surf rolls in so endlessly.
Among towering trees that soar above,
In all these things that I once loved.

Look for me and I’ll be there.
You’ll feel my presence EVERYWHERE!

10, Since The Loss Of You © Tiffany

Since the loss of you,
I’ve learned to live for each day
And take it as a blessing,
Knowing it may not always be this way.

Since the loss of you,
I’ve learned that when everything goes wrong
To never give up on what is right
Because it can only make you strong.

Since the loss of you,
I’ve learned that even when you’re in a lot of pain
You’ve got to hold yourself together
So you won’t feel like you’re going insane.

Since the loss of you,
I’ve learned how to hold the tears when I want to cry
Because all I have is memories
And just want to ask God why.

But mostly, since the loss of you,
I’ve learned a life can be taken in the blink of an eye
And only Heaven really knows when
That person will have to say “Goodbye.”

11, Don’t Cry For Me Today © Mercades

Don’t cry for me today,
I wouldn’t want it this way.

Be strong and smile,
for you will see me in a while.

I know you miss me,
but now in Heaven I will be.

Do not keep your sad face.
I am in a much better place.

Do not let your tears fall,
for I cannot wipe them all.

Yes, my life wasn’t long,
But I’m begging you to be strong.

Live every moment as if it were your last.
I won’t forget any memories that have passed.

Cherish life and love
as I watch you from above.

As I remember all of the good things,
I come to see I have gotten my wings.

It is time to go and fly.
As your guardian angel I will try.

Don’t cry for me today.
I’m on my way.

Soaring through the sky,
I watch all of you telling me goodbye.

12, Time Is Meant To Heal © Kim Thompson

Although unheard, I thank you
For always being there.
Even when you were bedridden,
You always seemed to care.

You meant so much to all of us;
You were special and that’s no lie.
You brightened up the darkest day
And even the greyest sky.

Many tears I have seen and cried.
They have all poured out like rain.
I know that you are happy now
‘Cause you’re no longer in pain.

Four years on, I remember you
And what you used to say.
You made each of us smile
And live to the fullest each day.

They say in time it gets easier.
I believe this isn’t true
Because even after all this time,
I still don’t have a clue.

I was not ready to say goodbye.
Your disease just over took,
So on this day we remember you.
I take a second look.

Our friendship is forever.
Until death, did we part.
Although you’re away physically,
You’re always in my heart.

13, Memories Of Jan © Marcia A. Newton

Every day you cross my mind in memories that I treasure
like the times we use to travel and cook and the times we sang together.
I never got to say goodbye, but I’ll never stop talking to you
and let you know how my day is going and share a memory or two.

You had such a beautiful life with family and with friends.
Your love of life brought light to us we hoped would never end.
Your beauty was beyond compare in kindness and in love,
and I promise that the love you gave will always be passed on.

I know you now belong to God, but your love and light remain.
I know you walk beside me because you’re never far away.
I am trying to live without you and to mend a heart that’s grieving
by filling the sadness in my heart with faith and spiritual healing.

There is always something there that reminds me so much of you
and the times we spent together, which were more than just a few.
You were always the dearest friend who brought out the best in me,
and you always made me feel I was a part of your family.

I loved your gentle presence and your warm inviting hugs.
You were a once in a lifetime friend who was, oh, so very much loved.
We were making memories to remember when we were having fun.
Memories that I look back on and remember one by one.

No one can ever take your place. You were one of a kind.
You were very special. You’re not far from my mind.
You left so unexpectedly. The loss was beyond tears.
But I hold on to my faith in God remembering you in my prayers.

I miss our times together because I smiled a whole lot more.
You were one of my greatest gifts. You were someone I adored.
And when you are looking down from the gates of Heaven above,
know that my memories will keep you forever alive with love.

14, Do Not Go Gentle into That Good Night © Dylan Thomas

Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

15, Death Be Not Proud © John Donne

Death, be not proud, though some have called thee
Mighty and dreadful, for thou art not so;
For those whom thou think’st thou dost overthrow
Die not, poor Death, nor yet canst thou kill me.
From rest and sleep, which but thy pictures be,
Much pleasure; then from thee much more must flow,
And soonest our best men with thee do go,
Rest of their bones, and soul’s delivery.
Thou art slave to fate, chance, kings, and desperate men,
And dost with poison, war, and sickness dwell,
And poppy or charms can make us sleep as well
And better than thy stroke; why swell’st thou then?
One short sleep past, we wake eternally
And death shall be no more; Death, thou shalt die.

16, A Lost Friend © John Boyle O’Reilly

My friend he was; my friend from all the rest;
With childlike faith he oped to me his breast;
No door was locked on altar, grave or grief;
No weakness veiled, concealed no disbelief;
The hope, the sorrow and the wrong were bare,
And ah, the shadow only showed the fair!

I gave him love for love; but, deep within,
I magnified each frailty into sin:
Each hill-topped foible in the sunset glowed,
Obscuring vales where rivered virtttes flowed.
Reproof became reproach, till common grew
The captious word at every fault I knew.
He smiled upon the censorship, and bore
With patient love the touch that wounded sore;
Until at length, so had my blindness grown,
He knew I judged him by his faults alone.

Alone, of all men, I who knew him best,
Refused the gold, to take the dross for test!
Cold strangers honoured for the worth they saw;
His friend forgot the diamond in the flaw.

At last it came—the day he stood apart
When from my eyes he proudly veiled his heart;
When carping judgment and uncertain word
A stern resentment in his bosom stirred;
When in his face I read what I had been,
And with his vision saw what he had seen.

Too late! too late! Oh, could he then have known,
When his love died, that mine had perfect grown;
That when the veil was drawn, abased, chastised,
The censor stood, the lost one truly prized.

Too late we learn—a man must hold his friend
Unjudged, accepted, trusted to the end.

17, The Self-Unseeing © Thomas Hardy

Here is the ancient floor,
Footworn and hollowed and thin,
Here was the former door
Where the dead feet walked in.

She sat here in her chair,
Smiling into the fire,
He who played stood there,
Bowing it higher and higher.

Childlike, I danced in a dream;
Blessings emblazoned that day;
Everything glowed with a gleam;
Yet we were looking away!

18, Death of a Friend © Jon Coe

When John died, a part of me went with him
a light grew inside of me, burning somewhat dim
As I got older, that light grew brighter everyday
until I realized, that John had not gone away

John and I, were bonded at the hip
from all life’s challenges, we would boldly sip
But when his time was up, he said goodbye to me
as if this life and all it’s lessons, had finally set him free

I was left behind, to see my life through
with John in memory, just my point of view
But that part of me, was really a part of him
sharing this existence, inside this outer rim

19, Death is a Friend © Thiatyr

I am not the dog that fights
I have no bark, nor a bite
I am a weak, hopelss cause
For I am only one, you see,
I’m surrounded by those who know not me
(This is the end for me?)
…all they know is…
What I know they need
What I think they wanna see
What in fact they do want out of me
(I hear it’s warm in the fires of Hell…)
Where I lack in friends,
I always can make amends,
With blood, and pain, divine.
(I hate being so alone…)
But this is how I live my life,
The life of a dying hound,
A life in which…
(Stay away, get away, just let me burn)
Death is my one true friend…
And I await him with bitter eagerness…

20, Death Of A Friend © Black Narcissus

He died quite unexpectedly,
at least, I thought, it wasn’t me,
was I so cruel to think that way
yet now I think it everyday.
Each day a tiny victory
that death has not defeated me
a battle won, yet there are more
in this, mankind’s eternal war,
so many die each day it seems
a shadow falling on their dreams,
no sanctuary, no place to hide
however long or hard they tried,
by accident or suicide
it matters not quite why they died
as death is always by your side
so wretched and undignified.

21, Death of a Friend © Willow

When I bid you goodbye, I was blind
Thought of it as a gateway
I said I would return, quiet, through the pain and the sorrow
I never considered

I knew you were sad
I knew it would get better
I knew you couldn’t stay mad forever

I may have been wrong

I thought of forgiveness as natural, never a gift
It just happens,
My mind has been changed

A death of a friend,
You are still here, but different.
What must I do to bring you back?

22, Death To a Friend © Liquid Pain Killer

you been apart of me for to long
like a life line
never failing to be were i need you
but im noticing
its too much
overbearing
i need space
like you need the light
i have to hide you once again
can you handle that
or are you going to fight me
i need closure
some time to think
time to breathe on my own
its like a cancer
ever present
ever there
steal the life force from me
can you understand
you’ve embraced me
held me in your arms for to long
by to you personality its time for change
to sever
goodbye my friend

23, My Friend, Death © John R. Moore

Alone in the darkness, gun in my hand
Choked in despair, a sad goodbye
Life for me has now been banned
Barrel in my mouth, I give one last sigh

Death’s cold kiss, my lips to his
The metal tastes sweet in the unlit room
I pull the trigger. The bullet says Whiz
I’m tired of this life, tired of the gloom

I taste the gunpowder on my lips
It tastes like honey fresh from the hive
Through my brain the bullet rips
And now I’m no longer alive

24, Death A Friend © Vladimir Von Ivan

Death is a friend until the very end,
If you kind to him and you are sweet.
He’ll take you with him in your sleep,
But if your rude and ignore him,
You will be ripped limb from limb,
He will pull the flesh from your bones,
Make the organs slowly wither and fade,
And make the body slowly decay,
So death is my friend and i rejoice in hopes
one day to be to be his choice,
To take me while I sleep,
Instead rotting like a freak.

25, Death of a Friend © Sevastra

They say the good always die young,
but then what does that mean for me?

Am I to live this life forever?
Lonely, yet not quite fully alone?

Always wanting to be able to hear
To hear just one word
One simple single word from you

Yet that privilege
Is no longer mine to have

It is something that I held once upon a time
Taken without warning, without cause
Never to be returned

Everyday I wonder
With thoughts & emotions running wild
Why?
Why you, and not I, of all people?

I, who ran to you so many a time with new scars upon myself
I, who could never alone find a drop of happiness in life

‘Twas you who was always there to hold me up
To pick me, even drag me up off the ground
To then hold me up
And show me what I was too blind to see

If not for you, for our wonderful friendship
I may never have seen
What I was constantly missing

Hope was running on empty for so long
And you, my dear, well you were that fuel I sought

Never will you truly know
How very dear you are to me

Never shall you be able to see
See, quite how much this all affects me

Sorrow, anger, denial
Simply a few of the feelings flowing through this body
This iced up being

Wanting only so bad
To see you once more

I seek your advice,
Your brilliant guidance yet again

You deserve this life, this journey more than I
For while you cherished it, I only abused

Such a lovely beauty
In spirit, mind, and body

Stolen, stolen far too soon
Unfair, oh so terribly unjust!
To simply question why is not enough

To cry, to scream
Cannot even scrape the iceberg

Nothing helps, I cannot win

To escape this, to run from it all
Well, that’s quite impossible
For it shall chase me, haunt me
All eternity long
With never a surrender

26, Death Dear Friend © Berry

Death dear friend,
come and take me.
I want it to end.
Please don’t forsake me.

God up above,
you who have made me,
where is your love?
You’ve always betrayed me.

Your creation
is full of danger.
Crime and starvation.
To me you’re a stranger.

Take your present
and make it the past.
Just give me peace
and make it last.

Let me be dust
like before
and don’t create
anymore.

27, The Death of a Friend © Cricket Jeff

It isn’t for the moment that we grieve,
Sometimes the time has come to close the book;
But there are tears whenever friends must leave,
It’s hard to know you’ve had your final look.

They won’t be there to hear your latest news —
To look askance when you have gone astray.
Although you’ve never understood their views,
They showed you how to see another way.

But people die, not love, that will remain.
The ones you lose are still within your heart
And though the loss will always bring you pain,
Now they’re inside you’ll never be apart.

So shed your tears, this is the time to cry,
But keep them close, don’t ever say goodbye.

28, On The Death Of A Friend © Anne C. Lynch

There was no bell to peal thy funeral dirge,
No nodding plumes to wave above thy bier,
No shroud to wrap thee but the foaming surge,
No kindly voices thy dark way to cheer,
No eye to give the tribute of a tear.
Alone, “unknell’d, uncoffin’d,” thou hast died,
Without one gentle mourner lingering near;
Down the deep waters thou unseen didst glide,
With Ocean’s countless dead to slumber side by side.

Thou sleep’st not with thy fathers. O’er thy bed,
The flowers that deck their tombs may never wave;
To plead remembrance for thee o’er thy head
No sculptur’d marble shall arise. Thy grave
Is the dark boundless deep, whose waters lave
The shores of empires. When thou sought’st thy rest
Within their silent depths, they only gave
A circling ripple, then with foaming crest
The booming waves roll’d over their unconscious guest.

‘Tis said that far beneath the wild waves rushing,
Where sea-flowers bloom and fabled Peris dwell,
That there the restless waters cease their gushing,
And leave their dead within some sparkling cell,
Where gems are gleaming, and the lone sea shell
Is breathing its sweet music. And ’tis said
That Time, who weaveth over Earth a spell
Of blight and ruin, o’er the Ocean’s dead
He passeth lightly on, with trackless, silent tread.

Then, though no marble e’er shall rise for thee,
No monument to mark thy last long home,
Thine ocean grave unhonored shall not be, —
The coral insect there shall rear a tomb
That age shall ne’er destroy; and there shall bloom
The fadeless ocean flowers. And though the glare
Of the bright sunbeams ne’er shall light its gloom,
Yet glancing eyes and forms unearthly fair
Shall throng around thy couch, and hymn a requiem there.

Now fare thee well! I will not weep that thou
Didst pass so soon away; for though thou wert
Still in thy boyhood’s prime, and thy fair brow
Undimmed by age; yet sad was thy young heart,
For thou hadst seen the light of life depart,
And Love had thrown his wild and burning spell
Around thee, and with deep, insidious art
Had maddened thee. Then sounded loud the knell
Of all thy bright young dreams. My earliest friend, farewell!

29, On The Death of a Friend © Sallie Williams Hardcastle

We loved thee—yes, we loved thee,
But the angels loved thee too;
And so thou now art sleeping
‘Neath the sky so bright and blue.

Sleeping now thy last long slumber,
In the low and quiet tomb,
Where life’s ills can ne’er disturb thee—
Where sorrow ne’er can come.

What tho’ our hearts are bleeding,
And our lonely spirits mourn,
That thou with Spring’s sweet flow’rets
Wilt never more return,

We would not call thee back, dear friend,
To life’s dull path again;
Where thorns amid the flowers,
Would often give thee pain;

But sweetly rest thee, dear one,
In thy long and dreamless sleep,
Nor heed the sighs above thee,
And the blinding tears we weep.

30, Death of a Friend © Kristina Monique

His breathing comes to a hault
as mine does the same
so far away
I awake feeling something unknown
something that I could not explain
Hours later
after forcing myself to slumber once more
I recieve a call from my love
He spoke nothing for several moments
At first I thought he had hung up
But I could hear his shallow breathing on the other end
And I knew something was wrong
After many minutes of silence
He finally spoke
speaking words of demise
and pain
sadness and agony
A dear friend of us both had died last night
A car hit so powerful it took his life
I didn’t believe him
I wouldn’t
It could not be!
I just spoke to him a few weeks ago
How could he be dead!?
Then I knew
That was the feeling that awoke me from my sleep
the night before
My friend dying
And I could have known
If I would have focused my mind
on that strong feeling
If I did
He probably would still be alive
But he is not
His lifeless body now lay in a casket
In the closest cemetary
Our words and roses
covering the mahogany
Only to know that we had lost a friend
and that we can never have him back

31, Death, My friend © Twisted Thoughts

Death, my friend- so good to see you
Stand aloft and view my soul
I have to say your looking frightful

Death, my friend so charmed I’m sure
State your case and tell me straight
Am I worthy of reward, so
Venture I to Heavens gate

Death my friend a new aquanintance
your always welcome in my home
Though the stare from empty sockets
Indicates to Hell we roam

Death my friend, my buddy
My! your finger points at me
Aha I oblivion we

32, Death of a Friend © Squeaks

i didn’t really know you,
all i knew was your name,
but it feels like i lost something important,
and i felt i was to blame,
that depressing day,
when we got the news,
i started to cry,
and i didn’t know what to do,
everyone acted like you didn’t exist,
and now i knew what i truly missed,
i missed seeing your smile,
i missed talking to you,
i missed all the people you made happy,
and the one thing i missed was you,
i never really got to know you,
but im glad you lived your life,
without being held on strings,
and without all the knives,
I hope you’re happy where you got sent,
because now we can say what we truly meant…

33, Shining Star © Anon

The angels looked down from heaven one night.
They searched for miles afar,
And deep within the distance
They could see a shining star.

They knew that very instant
That the star was theirs to gain,
So they took you up to heaven,
Forever to remain.

Look down on us from heaven.
Keep us free from hurt and pain.
You’ll always be within my heart
Until we meet again.

34, My Best Friend Natalie © Staci J. Selke

I sit around and wonder
and watch the days go by.
I look at all the pictures
and ask, why did you have to die?

You’ve always been there for me,
because you were my best friend,
and I was always there for you
until the very end.

But now it’s time to let you go.
Your spirit now is free,
even though you won’t really be gone,
because you’ll live inside of me.

So when we have to leave you
at your resting place,
I will always remember
your smiling, beautiful face.

This is hardly a goodbye,
so I won’t weep anymore,
because now you’re in better place
than you ever were before.

Even though I will miss you,
and I’ll think about you every day,
you’ll always be my best friend,
and that’s all I have to say.

35, When A Friend Bids Goodbye © Kathrine Yee Baraquia

My dear friend,
close your eyes…
hold my hand,
and hear me whisper…

For the times I was lost,
you were there to look for me.
Will you believe me when I say I love you more than you’ll ever know.
Will you trust me when I say …this time you have to let me go.

My dear friend, I must leave.
The world no longer needs me.
It’s my time to be gone, until we meet again someday.
Don’t you cry now, I know I’ll be okay.
Trust that I’ll never forget you.
Don’t be sad now, just close your eyes until it’s through.
Hold my hand, don’t open your eyes yet…
wait when I no longer whisper..

My dear friend, you’ll be fine.
I’ll be up there watching over you.
For the times I’ll be gone, don’t ever forget
the words I whispered to you.

God calls on my name… and I have to let go of your hand now…
Please don’t cry… and smile for me..
because I’m with the one who made us friends.

Remember, I’ll always love you.
so come, wave me goodbye…
It’ll be painful but we have to…
Hug me, hug me tight, feel the words I can no longer say.

My dear friend, I’m going to miss you.
just pray because I’ll always listen.
and one day, when it’s your time,
I’ll be there for you…
Just like the way I used to.
…I love you…

Famous Poems About Losing a Friend Too Soon

1, Nothing Gold Can Stay © Robert Frost

Nature’s first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf’s a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf.
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day.
Nothing gold can stay.

2, Because I could not stop for Death © Emily Dickinson

Because I could not stop for Death—
He kindly stopped for me—
The Carriage held but just Ourselves—
And Immortality.

We slowly drove—He knew no haste
And I had put away
My labor and my leisure too,
For His Civility—

We passed the School, where Children strove
At Recess—in the Ring—
We passed the Fields of Gazing Grain—
We passed the Setting Sun—

Or rather—He passed us—
The Dews drew quivering and chill—
For only Gossamer, my Gown—
My Tippet—only Tulle—

We paused before a House that seemed
A Swelling of the Ground—
The Roof was scarcely visible—
The Cornice—in the Ground—

Since then—’tis Centuries—and yet
Feels shorter than the Day
I first surmised the Horses’ Heads
Were toward Eternity—

3, She Is Gone © David Harkins

You can shed tears that she is gone,
or you can smile because she has lived.
You can close your eyes and pray that she’ll come back,
or you can open your eyes and see all she’s left.
Your heart can be empty because you can’t see her,
or you can be full of the love you shared.
You can turn your back on tomorrow and live yesterday,
or you can be happy for tomorrow because of yesterday.
You can remember her only that she is gone,
or you can cherish her memory and let it live on.
You can cry and close your mind,
be empty and turn your back.
Or you can do what she’d want:
smile, open your eyes, love and go on.”

4, Farewell © Anne Bronte

Farewell to thee! but not farewell
To all my fondest thoughts of thee:
Within my heart they still shall dwell;
And they shall cheer and comfort me.
O, beautiful, and full of grace!
If thou hadst never met mine eye,
I had not dreamed a living face
Could fancied charms so far outvie.

If I may ne’er behold again
That form and face so dear to me,
Nor hear thy voice, still would I fain
Preserve, for aye, their memory.

That voice, the magic of whose tone
Can wake an echo in my breast,
Creating feelings that, alone,
Can make my tranced spirit blest.

That laughing eye, whose sunny beam
My memory would not cherish less; —
And oh, that smile! whose joyous gleam
Nor mortal language can express.

Adieu, but let me cherish, still,
The hope with which I cannot part.
Contempt may wound, and coldness chill,
But still it lingers in my heart.

And who can tell but Heaven, at last,
May answer all my thousand prayers,
And bid the future pay the past
With joy for anguish, smiles for tears?

5, To an Athlete Dying Young © A.E. Housman

The time you won your town the race
We chaired you through the market-place;
Man and boy stood cheering by,
And home we brought you shoulder-high.

Today, the road all runners come,
Shoulder-high we bring you home,
And set you at your threshold down,
Townsman of a stiller town.

Smart lad, to slip betimes away
From fields where glory does not stay,
And early though the laurel grows
It withers quicker than the rose.

Eyes the shady night has shut
Cannot see the record cut,
And silence sounds no worse than cheers
After earth has stopped the ears.

Now you will not swell the rout
Of lads that wore their honours out,
Runners whom renown outran
And the name died before the man.

So set, before its echoes fade,
The fleet foot on the sill of shade,
And hold to the low lintel up
The still-defended challenge-cup.

And round that early-laurelled head
Will flock to gaze the strengthless dead,
And find unwithered on its curls
The garland briefer than a girl’s.

6, Epitaph On An Infant © Samuel Taylor Coleridge

Ere sin could blight, or sorrow fade,
Death came with friendly care;
The opening bud to heaven conveyed,
And bade it blossom there.

7, A Psalm of Life © Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Tell me not, in mournful numbers,
Life is but an empty dream!
For the soul is dead that slumbers,
And things are not what they seem.

Life is real! Life is earnest!
And the grave is not its goal;
Dust thou art, to dust returnest,
Was not spoken of the soul.

Not enjoyment, and not sorrow,
Is our destined end or way;
But to act, that each to-morrow
Find us farther than to-day.

Art is long, and Time is fleeting,
And our hearts, though stout and brave,
Still, like muffled drums, are beating
Funeral marches to the grave.

In the world’s broad field of battle,
In the bivouac of Life,
Be not like dumb, driven cattle!
Be a hero in the strife!

Trust no Future, howe’er pleasant!
Let the dead Past bury its dead!
Act,— act in the living Present!
Heart within, and God o’erhead!

Lives of great men all remind us
We can make our lives sublime,
And, departing, leave behind us
Footprints on the sands of time;

Footprints, that perhaps another,
Sailing o’er life’s solemn main,
A forlorn and shipwrecked brother,
Seeing, shall take heart again.

Let us, then, be up and doing,
With a heart for any fate;
Still achieving, still pursuing,
Learn to labor and to wait.

8, Fear No More the Heat O’ the Sun © William Shakespeare

Fear no more the heat o’ the sun,
Nor the furious winter’s rages;
Thou thy worldly task hast done,
Home art gone, and ta’en thy wages:
Golden lads and girls all must,
As chimney-sweepers, come to dust.

Fear no more the frown o’ the great;
Thou art past the tyrant’s stroke;
Care no more to clothe and eat;
To thee the reed is as the oak:
The scepter, learning, physic, must
All follow this, and come to dust.

Fear no more the lightning flash,
Nor the all-dreaded thunder stone;
Fear not slander, censure rash;
Thou hast finished joy and moan:
All lovers young, all lovers must
Consign to thee, and come to dust.

No exorciser harm thee!
Nor no witchcraft charm thee!
Ghost unlaid forbear thee!
Nothing ill come near thee!
Quiet consummation have;
And renownèd be thy grave!

9, When Great Trees Fall © Maya Angelou

When great trees fall,
rocks on distant hills shudder,
lions hunker down
in tall grasses,
and even elephants
lumber after safety.

When great trees fall
in forests,
small things recoil into silence,
their senses
eroded beyond fear.

When great souls die,
the air around us becomes
light, rare, sterile.
We breathe, briefly.
Our eyes, briefly,
see with
a hurtful clarity.
Our memory, suddenly sharpened,
examines,
gnaws on kind words
unsaid,
promised walks
never taken.

Great souls die and
our reality, bound to
them, takes leave of us.
Our souls,
dependent upon their
nurture,
now shrink, wizened.
Our minds, formed
and informed by their
radiance, fall away.
We are not so much maddened
as reduced to the unutterable ignorance
 of
dark, cold
caves.

And when great souls die,
after a period peace blooms,
slowly and always
irregularly. Spaces fill
with a kind of
soothing electric vibration.
Our senses, restored, never
to be the same, whisper to us.
They existed. They existed.
We can be. Be and be
better. For they existed.

10, Do Not Stand at My Grave and Weep © Mary Elizabeth Frye

Do not stand at my grave and weep
I am not there; I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow,
I am the diamond glints on snow,
I am the sun on ripened grain,
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the morning’s hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry,
I am not there; I did not die.

11, [i carry your heart with me(i carry it in] © E.E. Cummings

i carry your heart with me(i carry it in
my heart)i am never without it(anywhere
i go you go,my dear;and whatever is done
by only me is your doing,my darling)
i fear
no fate(for you are my fate,my sweet)i want
no world(for beautiful you are my world,my true)
and it’s you are whatever a moon has always meant
and whatever a sun will always sing is you

here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life;which grows
higher than soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that’s keeping the stars apart

i carry your heart(i carry it in my heart)

12, Death, Be Not Proud © John Donne

Death, be not proud, though some have called thee
Mighty and dreadful, for thou art not so;
For those whom thou think’st thou dost overthrow
Die not, poor Death, nor yet canst thou kill me.
From rest and sleep, which but thy pictures be,
Much pleasure; then from thee much more must flow,
And soonest our best men with thee do go,
Rest of their bones, and soul’s delivery.
Thou art slave to fate, chance, kings, and desperate men,
And dost with poison, war, and sickness dwell,
And poppy or charms can make us sleep as well
And better than thy stroke; why swell’st thou then?
One short sleep past, we wake eternally
And death shall be no more; Death, thou shalt die.