I need a poem on this subject please?

Question

Lets say someone's friend died and his Gf, hes devastated. I need a poem about how to handle things like this, or just a one sentence thing that tells and helps this situation. Thnx in advance

Answer 1

My Dead Friend

Take a step forward, **** myself up

Take a step backward, **** myself up

Traveling along this wasteland, pouring my blood into a cup

Walking down a barren road, rotting from the inside

Playing in my head, trying to keep occupied

Decrepit smile as I cut across the skin

Rusted feelings as I try to find a place to hide in

Forgotten realms of my mind

Shattered beyond repair of any kind

So easy to blame it on another

Death from the inside, killing the mother

An obscene way of dying

An obscene amount of lying

Blackened eyes straining to see

Blackened eyes that belong to me

Three steps forward, three steps backward

Leading nowhere, always going downward

Watching my reflection in the puddle of tears

Watching my reflection in the veil of my fears

Lost among these confused faces

Lost among these worn out places

Tired hands grip the knife

Tired hands weary of life

A burning desire to hurt

A burning need to make another feel as dirt

Traveling across the mortal coil

Blood running as crudely as oil

A cold laugh coming from my lips

Remembering what it was like to kiss

Red lines piling up on my arm

So many different ways I could've avoided harm

I do believe I am going to h**l

And I have never felt so well

Morbid inclination for self-destruction

No longer a need for me to function

Shattered pieces on the floor

And there will be many more

Unflinching hate in myself

And deeper and deeper it will delve

I like to see myself in pain

I love playing this sad little game

And through it all, I have a dead friend

That will guide me to the end

He bites hard, leaving a trail

His cut is sharp, and it will never fail

Trapped in a place among the stained

Shoulder to shoulder with the rest of the contained

Bloodshot eyes frantic

Tattered mind in a panic

So beautifully tainted

And so exquisitely wasted

I am free to be bound

My face is pressed into the ground

Now I stand before the gates awaiting the flood

Ah... how its comes gushing out like the blood

I require no justification

For this self-mutilation

Candles burn in my room

Trying to light my way from gloom

Kill this feeling

I will not be found kneeling

Ah... my dead friend

We will see the end

But not yet

There is still more regret

Quited anger that flashes

Distilled sadness that crashes

Into the walls of my head

As I lay here wide awake in my bed

Year by year these pains continue

And day by day they begin anew

h**l loves her children

My, how she embraces the fallen

I will join them

And I shall not sparkle as a gem

But now a revival of hate

And such a sad sorry state

Please stop me now

I wish I were happy and that I knew how

Too late, the stain returns

It is pain I crave, and it is for pain that my soul yearns

My dead friend has come back

And now hes leading me on this track

He bites hard the wrist

He edges closer to the fist

Gasps of pain and pleasure

Glady dying at my leisure

The blood, my how it runs

It gushes by the tons

My bloodshot eyes are being closed

A death has been proposed

I smile at my dead friend

The best I've had right till this bitter end.......

Answer 2

I know you are in a better place

But I miss looking at your face

You were so young to die

Every night I sit and cry

Wondering why does it have to be this way

It hurts so much because there’s nothing I can do or say

That can make you come back to me

There is one thing that’s plain to see

That one day we will be together again

And now until then you will always remain my best friend

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Answer 3

Take comfort in the fact she knew you,

and you were love.  She experienced

the love of you.

Answer 4

life is full of challanges

we only have to face it

Answer 5

Friends, nothing has changed

in essence.

Wages don't cover expenses,

wars persist without end,

and there are new and terrible viruses,

beyond the advances, of medicine.

From time to time, a neighbor

falls dead over questions of love.

There are interesting films, it is true,

and, as always, voluptuous women

seducing us with their mouths and legs,

but in matters of love

we haven't invented a single position that's new.

Some astronauts stay in space,

six months or more, testing

equipment and solitude.

In each Olympics new records are predicted

and in the countries social advances and setbacks.

But not a single bird has changed its song

with the times.

We put on the same Greek tragedies,

reread "Don Quixote," and spring

arrives on time each year.

Some habits, rivers, and forests are lost.

Nobody sits in front of his house anymore

or takes in the breezes of afternoon,

but we have amazing computers

that keep us from thinking.

On the disappearance of the dinosaurs

and the formation of galaxies

we have no new knowledge.

Clothes come and go with the fashions.

Strong governments fall, others rise,

countries are divided,

and the ants and the bees continue

faithful to their work.

Nothing has changed in essence.

We sing congratulations at parties,

argue football on street corners,

die in senseless disasters,

and from time to time

one of us looks at the star-filled sky

with the same amazement we had

when we looked at caves.

And each generation, full of itself,

continues to think that it lives at the summit of history.

Answer 6

A know I miss just seeing your face

But my heart tells me your in a better place

Away from the sorrow, and fear of the world

I'll never forget all of your words

The first time I met you is engraved in my brain

But now it is like my life is full of pain

Seeing you go under go beneath the world we know

filled my life with misery and woe

I know I miss just seeing you face

But God tells me your in a better place

When I fall into my nightly trance

I can feel you like a strong romance

I feel your hand upon my skin

I hear you like tornado winds

I can feel you all around me

Your the oxygen and air I breathe

When I awake and cannot sleep

I see your face in front of me

When I am down and need a hand

I discover a pair of footprints in the sand

I think I'm alone but I am surrounded

By you my friend, my love. I hear a voice that sounded

Just like you whispering in my ear

When you want to give up you know I'm here

Staring at you arms open wide

When you awake you'll see my eyes

Don't be afraid for it is only the one

Who will carry you when you just want to be done

You'll see a white light lift you off of the ground

When you do you'll know I am around

You'll feel a sense of sweet sweet peace

My love that is just a piece

That I have left behind so you will remember my coming

After Amen you'll hear me humming

Like a sweet, soft angel coming down from above

You might even see a little white dove

So don't be worried about where I'll be

I will be here, you'll be able to feel me.

Death is such a confusing thing

It gets cleared up when the angels sing

They sing there sweet song that sooths us all

And from over the gates we hear a man call

Welcome my child, I've been waiting for you

My son do not cry I am the one who

Has been guiding you, showing you the way

Just until this peaceful day

Do not be frightened or sad you must not

For I am God, so my child fear not

You will see your loved one who brought tears to your eyes

Now go one and join it is now the time

I am sorry about you friend and your girlfriend, I know what it is like to loose someone so close! Good luck, it will all get better!

Answer 7

I Did Not Die

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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 sunlight on ripened grain;

I am the gentle Autumn’s 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 star that shines at night.

Do not stand at my grave and cry.

I am not there;

I did not die.



- Anon -

Answer 8

You are missed more each day,

Never forgotten are the little things you would do and say.

Memories of you are always fresh in my heart and in my mind.

The look you would get in your eyes, when you were being kind, or would hurt and cry.

Thoughts, hopes, dreams, The goodness that life brings,

The love that we shared.

Losing you was horrible, and in death no one is spared.

Thinking of You