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Grief Sonnet Poems | Sonnet Poems About Grief

These Grief Sonnet poems are examples of Sonnet poems about Grief. These are the best examples of Grief Sonnet poems written by international PoetrySoup poets

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The Wintered Soul Among Wisteria

One need not read her horoscope to know this woman's fate, and though wisteria cascades sweet blooms of lavender like snow outside her door, it's still Siberia pervading the dimensions of her mind, for not one fickle thought or patch of moss can thrive where bleakest shadows are enshrined. No bittersweet, no dew drops. . . only loss surrounds her heart. She tries to reminisce, but like a barren continent grown cold, she can't perceive one particle of bliss. She's clasping grief and cannot be consoled! Wisteria's perfume is in the breeze, but in her soul remains a winter's freeze. Sonnet with Iambic Pentameter, Written by Andrea Dietrich, Sept. 24, 2014 for the Structured Forms Iambic Verse II Poetry Contest of Giorgio A. V.


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An Empty Tissue Box

When pain hits hard, you might feel like your soul is bleeding out, but there’s no blood to see. Your body is the part that takes the toll, and physically you feel the agony. Perhaps the pain goes to your heart as though a knife has sliced right through it, or you feel it in your gut as if you took a blow. No cut or bruise is shown, yet it is real! When both the body and the spirit seem to reach their limit, tears are overdue. You have to let those tears go! Let them stream and carry out the bitterness for you. An empty tissue box becomes the sign that soon, and hopefully, you will be fine.


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This Void

This Void

When the wind whispers your names in my ear
This void craves for a glimpse of your faces
Recalling times in a happier sphere
Now soured silently in empty spaces

And when drums pulsates your voices in force
This void yearns and grumbles for a tumble
As the teardrops fall, the mood changes coarse
While the resolve commences to crumble

And when the crescendo becomes unkind
This void hungers for specks of your being
To comfort the pain in this heart and mind
To make sense of this life without meaning

Though this bruised void accepts it is God’s way
Each summer breeze begets thoughts that betray
 



Penned by: Ronald Zammit
Dated: 26.08.14

In Memory of Andrew and Timothy

The Lord giveth and the Lord taketh away, blessed be the name of the Lord.  Job1:21


Details | Italian Sonnet |

A Song for Juliet

When last they kissed, and passion's lease
bloomed brief and sweet, Sir Shakespeare's quill 
would set in motion a deathly chill.
For Juliet, he could not appease
to win her smile and would not release 
a tranquil tale...but did reveal
this tragic poem, where lovers fell
and would break our hearts with spellbound grief.

Behold, your eyes will weep for her,
and empty arms will flail, for him
Young lovers swept away, in love
Misguided youth that we hold dear
and through the years we pray for them,
as songs are sung by mourning doves

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Their love, was a fever, sorely sought
Of passion's quest, she would requite
to bridge the wage of family strife
But, delusion,  rides deceitful plots
To think him dead, she had no doubt
Despaired, beyond her wildest thought
Disquiet of the heart cried out
And death, would dim the stars that night

Their song still lives, as stories will
Upon two graves, we linger here 
Such love divine, is ours to keep
A sonnet binds them, ever still...
A love that cannot be compared
While swollen hearts, with anguish, weep


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2/11/14


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'Like Frankenstein, I, too, am loathed to death'

Like Frankenstein, I, too, am loathed to death;
I walk this earth devoid of friend and hearth,--
devoid of joy from the time of my birth
and from the first draw of my infant's breath.
An outcast and a pariah among
the friended, I exist without the mirth
and glee of those born of happier worth,
esteem and prize,--O would that I belong!
Still, I am loved of my dear family
and most loved friends, my books, and by my God
and e'en by my most oft-read poetry.
These things I cherish, honor, and must laud
with gratitude and thanks religiously
and be content as worms in a blesséd sod.









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Kiss the Rain

I Kiss the rain for it hides the tears 
As they flow down my face
All the bottled up sadness and fears
They won't look out of place 

For no one can tell that I'm in pain 
How heavy my heart may be
When I stand up tall and kiss the rain
The drops will hide so no one can see

They say the rain will cleanse you
Just Like a shower or a bath
So I'll use the rain to renew
To Decide upon a new path

So kiss the rain when you need to
No one will know but you. 



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Still Standing

Where were you when my world fell apart?
The Sun darkened and the Moon just fled.
All had been done and all had been said.
And ripped to shreds was my beating heart.

Even the Seas began to part.
And the Mountain tops spread.
I lay there completely dead.
Even the Stars I could not chart.

If only you knew,
If only you were there,
If only you had a clue!
If only life had been fair!

I’d turn the clocks back,
Still standing dead in my track!


Details | Italian Sonnet |

The grief-stricken India

The rain-god bursts in Himalaya regions
With snow-covered mountains and deep forests
There’s  Kedar temple for Hindu pilgrims
Coming to worship the god in thousands
Sanctum Sanctorum inside the temple
Of Kedar revered by millions of Hindus
A bleak picture of purses, bags and shoes
All personal things lay strewn in ample.

Outside the temple vandals had free hand
Houses, cars and what not flooding in
Thousands of people dead or stranded
Millions waiting to hear about their end
There’s no right or wrong way to cope with pain
Time, can renew and permit you to mend.

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Contest : Grief by Shadow Hamilton
9th place win

The Kedarnath temple, one of the four pilgrimage centre for Hindus world over, is in the Himalayas at the height of 13,500 feet. There was a cloud bursts and then heavy rainfall which was about 375 percent more than the benchmark rainfall during a normal monsoon. It is feared that 20,000 people have died. This happened around 14th to 17th June, 2013. There is a news now that the temple will reopen. On 1st of October i.e. after nearly 95 days. Surprisingly, there is no danger to the idols of the Deity Shiv or Nandi , the bull.

Please visit my blog, if you want to see the video clips on the tragedy



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Beautiful Lies

Beautiful Lies

One beautiful lie , an unvoiced sonnet
Words veiled with a crime that steals my hearts last beat
Slow turn of your mood shows me disquiet
With kisses warm and vulgar with deceit.

One pulse stills, our love was not the one love,
Just remains of a lukewarm cup of tea.
You steep and brood, one pineing the lost dove.
My broken wing lame, I fall into the sea.

Beautiful lies, my heart begs for your fires
To hear the words forged my way by anvil
Beautiful lies, hope grows dim and expires
Waiting for judgment by divine gavel

Tremble my lips , tears fall dry from my eyes
Protect me from madness, beautiful lies.


Details | Crown of Sonnets |

You Didn't Even Say Goodbye

Why did you just get up and go away?
I thought that you would be here for me every single day
You did not even say goodbye
And if things went wrong, why did you not say "Lets try"?
I sit by my window and I am all alone
I am sitting there waiting and you don't even phone
What shall I do for the rest of my life?
When I thought we'd always be together as husband and wife
So as I sit by my window, I know in my heart
That we'll be together again, because we were never meant to part
Then as I look out of my window
In another world I can see
We will be together as it was always meant to be


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