Grief Poems | Examples of Grief Poetry

The sun rises each day even though I am experiencing crushing grief, I can see it and cling to the hope that one day seeing a new day begin will bring me joy again...

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You are a prisoner of your own mind, Chained within a cell, That binds your thoughts, And conceals your head. Fragile, hidden, perfectly eclipsed, Your mind lacks the fortitude, It needs to be left in. You speak without pride. Without light, without voice. Your words lack connotation, The way your mind lacks grace. In sorrow, in numb, You are all you did not want. So, you remain in...

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“I’d rather love a million times and have my heart broken every time, than hold a permanently empty heart forever.” –H.C. Paye ........................................................... Pure wickedness sets you apart, Meanwhile, true love you led me to assume. You purposefully broke my heart, Leaving my vases filled with wilted blooms. Yet I deter not; my heart lives to love, Through many heartbreaks, still I'm...

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I checked in you checked out. You checked in I checked out....

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In just a day, I lost my father, my mum, and my only two siblings, I became the only member of my family: my own father, my own mother, my own siblings. I was left to s~w~i~m the ocean a l o n e... I was like the only spared t^r^e^e of...

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They birthed me in a house of screams, Where shadows stitched my fevered dreams— No lullaby, no gentle womb, Just rusted chains and cradle's tomb. A mother’s voice? A serpent's hiss. A father's touch? A clenched, cold fist. Each lull was laced with sharpened lies, Each smile a mask, each hug a vice. I suckled rage from...

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The master cracks his whip across the horse’s trembling flank, pushing the beast to its limits until the wildness snaps and the horse reacts, a flurry of chaos beneath the sting. When silence falls, the master believes the animal has learned, believes the wounds are healed. He reaches out with clean hands, petting the horse's weary muzzle, his fingers gentle, but not soft enough. The horse,...

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There was a time when you stood at the center of my sky, and I, small, humble, gazed upward in awe, letting your brilliance shape my world. Every word you spoke carved meaning into silence, every gesture gave weight to the air. I was nothing but a shadow you cast, grateful for the light. But I see now what I could not see then— the sun blinds...

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Last night I dreamt of a roadside stop— an ice cream truck near a rusted shop. Its engine was spent, its music was low, and something inside told me I should l go. I stepped through the door because I could, and met a man by the name of Alexander Wood. He wore a bowtie and a crooked smile, a paper hat,...

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As the pale, pacific moon hung low, silent and still, waiting for this day's receipts. When echoes of day's purchases will be absorbed either in the heavenly or hellish holes of the waning moon. Weary with wars, the deceit of greed, where hate is heralded more, the selfish, superior ones, their darkness dimming their light,...

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the tear that fell of soul that grieved ~ script of forgiveness in heart weaved...

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I. The Pastor’s Hand At dawn’s brittle cusp— he climbs, each step a nail in time’s coffin breath ragged a Psalm torn mid-hymn. The rope tastes of incense and myrrh— Liberty’s fracture braided through its fibers a wound that never quite...

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Please be informed that I knock on everyone's door.. I will enter your home or space whether or not you Open to me. Some of you will willingly allow me To move in and live with you indefinitely. The best and the strongest among you will Acknowledge my reality but will never give me A continual dwelling place. My name is GRIFE....

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The girl weeps a bruised and bitter rain, A childhood choked, a garden grown in pain. My laughter, brittle glass, it cracks and breaks, Beneath the weight of unforgiving stakes. They built a fortress, walls of rigid stone, And left my heart a barren, windswept zone. No lover's hand to soothe, no gentle gaze, Just scornful whispers in a hateful maze. Each hallway...

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Camp Mystic so many tears too many tears Search and rescue efforts continued Monday as the death toll from catastrophic flash flooding in Central Texas grew to at least 104 people, including 28 children....

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