In Grief

Poet's Notes

(Show)

Become a Premium Member and post notes and photos about your poem like Regina Mcintosh.

“Life is for the living. Death is for the dead. Let life be like music. And death a note unsaid.” Langston Hughes, The Collected Poems Sorrow whispers through the silence Creating feelings of sadness and grief Light caresses from broken dreams Of the moments spent sharing time With reflections of hope, faith and love Inspired by the God who gives us all A promise of grace which heals the hurt Mourning comes like a gentle rain Splashing through the broken regrets Filling the thoughts with melancholy Desolation that touches the spirit With dejection and misery that stills The voice of happiness with a gloomy Touch of despair that knows to weep Lamenting the path that led to passing Sealing feelings of anguish in glass like Fear, wondering and wishing, remembering All the laughter and love, the lasting light Flowing through the darkness of night Into the spirit of those who knew this life Filled with so much joy, insight and courage Wisdom will tell you to let the past go Remember the good and forget the woe But the soul who listens to the silent ache Knows that this mystery of a heart breaking Leaves no way to dissuade the memories Memorials to one who gave so much love From a heart that was filled with vision Bereavement does more than break the weary heart It deafens the voice of reason that tells you To give into the joy that comes from above Bringing down recollections of all that was A part of this beautiful life – this light and love The wonder of this life who gave so much And will be missed by all who knew them best Death destroys even the silent kindness Gripping the spirit with a desperation that Fills the thoughts with angst and anxiety Feelings so pure they rake across crimson veins Pricking the frail arteries of disillusionment Discouraging the face that prays for relief From this sorrow that we all call grief Mortality embraces the spirit with a black coat Of gloomy dread, unfolding the hopelessness That lives within the foreboding of dismay Which comes from the one who listens to That evil onslaught of discouragement Sprinkled across the mind of one who is afraid This inconsolable heart will never feel joy again Open Poetry 1 Contest Sponsored by: Charlotte Puddifoot January 23, 2021

Post Comments

Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem.

Please Login to post a comment

Victor Buhagiar

Date: 1/23/2021 8:42:00 AM

Despite the subject, your poem is very optimistic. It was a pleasure to read especially as I am dreaming of death too much these days. ~~

Caren Krutsinger

Date: 1/23/2021 3:51:00 AM

"Mourning comes like a gentle rain Splashing through the broken regrets Filling the thoughts with melancholy Desolation that touches the spirit" I feel this poem is full of wonderment. I expect to see it in the winner's circle with a lei around its neck.