The Best 9 Poems For Sudden Death

You never said I’m leaving You never said goodbye. You were gone before I knew it, And only God knew why. A million times I needed you, A million times I cried. If love alone could have saved you, You never would have died. In life I loved you dearly, In death I love you still. In my heart you hold a place, That no one could ever fill. It broke my heart to lose you, But you didn’t go alone For part of me went with you, The day God took you home.

It was many and many a year ago, In a kingdom by the sea, That a maiden there lived whom you may know By the name of Annabel Lee; And this maiden she lived with no other thought Than to love and be loved by me. I was a child and she was a child, In this kingdom by the sea, But we loved with a love that was more than love— I and my Annabel Lee— With a love that the wingèd seraphs of Heaven Coveted her and me. And this was the reason that, long ago, In this kingdom by the sea, A wind blew out of a cloud, chilling My beautiful Annabel Lee; So that her highborn kinsmen came And bore her away from me, To shut her up in a sepulchre In this kingdom by the sea. The angels, not half so happy in Heaven, Went envying her and me— Yes!—that was the reason (as all men know, In this kingdom by the sea) That the wind came out of the cloud by night, Chilling and killing my Annabel Lee. But our love it was stronger by far than the love Of those who were older than we— Of many far wiser than we— And neither the angels in Heaven above Nor the demons down under the sea Can ever dissever my soul from the soul Of the beautiful Annabel Lee; For the moon never beams, without bringing me dreams Of the beautiful Annabel Lee; And the stars never rise, but I feel the bright eyes Of the beautiful Annabel Lee; And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side Of my darling—my darling—my life and my bride, In her sepulchre there by the sea— In her tomb by the sounding sea.

Clearly the blue river chimes in its flowing Under my eye; Warmly and broadly the south winds are blowing Over the sky. One after another the white clouds are fleeting; Every heart this May morning in joyance is beating Full merrily; Yet all things must die. The stream will cease to flow; The wind will cease to blow; The clouds will cease to fleet; The heart will cease to beat; For all things must die. All things must die. Spring will come never more. O, vanity! Death waits at the door. See! our friends are all forsaking The wine and the merrymaking. We are call’d-we must go. Laid low, very low, In the dark we must lie. The merry glees are still; The voice of the bird Shall no more be heard, Nor the wind on the hill. O, misery! Hark! death is calling While I speak to ye, The jaw is falling, The red cheek paling, The strong limbs failing; Ice with the warm blood mixing; The eyeballs fixing. Nine times goes the passing bell: Ye merry souls, farewell. The old earth Had a birth, As all men know, Long ago. And the old earth must die. So let the warm winds range, And the blue wave beat the shore; For even and morn Ye will never see Thro’ eternity. All things were born. Ye will come never more, For all things must die.

A fleeting presence, a love that grew, In cherished moments, a bond so true, I appreciate the time we shared, The laughter, joy, and tender care. Their presence, a gift that touched our lives, A cherished memory, a love that thrives, Though they're gone, their light remains, A love enduring, through joy and pain. My dear one, I'll hold so close, A grateful heart, a love that grows, For even in loss, a love shines bright, An appreciation of life, in memory's light.

A sudden parting, a love unbound, In quiet moments, my heart resounds, For the one we've lost, too soon, too fast, A love now missed, a goodbye unasked. I miss their smile, their gentle touch, The memories shared, that mean so much, Yet in my heart, their love remains, An unspoken goodbye, through joy and pain. In whispered prayers, I'll find my peace, A love unbroken, a bond that's ceaseless, My dear one, forever near, An unspoken goodbye, undying, clear.

In the sudden silence, a laughter rings, A memory of joy, a love that clings, Their humor, a treasure, a gift they'd share, In moments tough, they'd show their care. We'll miss the laughter, their jokes, their fun, But cherish the moments, one by one, For in our hearts, they'll always stay, Laughter's echo, in memory's play. Our dear one, forever near, A love eternal, undying, clear, In laughter's embrace, we find our peace, A love unbroken, a bond that's ceaseless.

A sudden parting, a love that shone, Through life's swift journey, their greatness known, They stood for truth, faced battles unseen, A spirit strong, a love that's keen. Their love, a force, so pure, so true, A great person, through and through, Though they're gone, their memory stays, A light that guides, through darkest days. We'll honor their life, their memory hold, A love unwavering, a story untold, Our dear one, forever near, Gone too soon, in memory clear.

Let us gather, hearts entwined, To celebrate a life, so suddenly confined, Our dear one, a soul so bright, A testament to love, and life's sweet flight. We'll share our memories, laugh and cry, Recount the moments, days gone by, Their spirit lingers, a gentle breeze, Embracing eternity, forever at ease. With joy and sorrow, we'll raise our voice, In honor of the life, that was their choice, Our dear one, a love so true, A celebration of life, in skies so blue.

Come to me when I'm dying; Gaze on my wasted form, Tired with so long defying Life's ever-rushing storm. Come, come when I am dying, And stand beside my bed, Ere yet my soul is flying, And I am cold and dead. Bend low and lower o'er me, For I've a word to say Though death is just before me, Ere I can go away. Now that my soul is hovering Upon the verge of day, For thee I'll lift the covering That veils its quivering ray. O, ne'er had I thus spoken In health's bright, rosy glow! But death my pride hath broken, And brought my spirit low. Though now this last revealing Quickens life's curdling springs, And a half-timid feeling Faint flushes o'er me flings. Bend lower yet above me, For I would have thee know How passing well I love thee, And joy to tell thee so. This love, so purely welling Up in this heart of mine, O, hath it e'er found dwelling Within thy spirit's shrine? I've prayed my God, in meekness, To give me some control Over this earthly weakness That so enthralled my soul; And now my soul rejoices While sweetly-thrilling strains, From low, harmonious voices, Soothe all my dying pains. They sing of the Eternal, Whose throne is far above, Where zephyrs softly vernal Float over bowers of love; Of hopes and joys, earth-blighted, Blooming 'neath cloudless skies, Of hearts and souls united In love that never dies. 'Tis there, 'tis there I'll meet thee When life's brief day is o'er; O, with what joy to greet thee On that eternal shore! Farewell! for death is chilling My pulses swift and fast; And yet in God I'm willing This hour should be my last. Sometimes, when day declineth, And all the gorgeous west In gold and purple shineth, Go to my place of rest; And if thy voice in weeping, Is borne upon the air, Think not of me as sleeping; All cold and silent there:-- But turn, with glances tender, Toward a shining star, Whose rays with chastened splendor Fall on thee from afar. And know the blissful dwelling Where I am waiting thee, When Jordan fiercely swelling Shall set thy spirit free.