Alliteration Grief Poems | Alliteration Poems About Grief

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My Love

My love I can not find you anywhere, 
I feel like I lost my soul somewhere, 
because you are my soulmate, 
and us being apart can not be fate. 

You did not leave because you wanted to, 
It just was just something you had to do. 

I was not right, All I wanted to do was fight, 
and knowing you was the love of my life, 
yet I would not make you my wife. 

I know that's what you really wanted 
and now I am feeling haunted, 
by the things I should have done, 
and you being the only one 
I ever loved and will love forever, if it was'nt for me we will still be together. 
But you are gone 
and I can not go on, 
so I must say good-bye, I'm leaving myself to die.

Copyright © stephanie hanvey | Year Posted 2013

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The floor drips towards the sky.
The walls fall, the seats rise.

With every emotion the room reacts.
Silence, the theatre has always lacked.

Blood, sweat, and tears backstage are shed from the actors,
But all the audience sees is happiness and laughter.

The Stage tells the stories, and no one believes.
They ask, “How could people so dismal create something so happy?”

The Walls and the Ceiling back up the Stage’s claim,
But everyone that hears it says it’s a lie, and walks angrily away.

The actors aren’t happy that their secret got out.
At the theatres Walls they scream and shout.

They yell things that can never be unsaid,
Then go home satisfied, and turn into bed.

The theatre could never house people so dark,
So it shuts its doors with a loud bang, and locks everyone out.

The droplets of rain drip on the roof covered ceiling.
The Stage and the Walls begin the process of healing.

The house today is empty still, shut out from everything and everyone.
Though many have tried, no one has succeeded in making the Theatre and the actors once again one.

Copyright © Ashley Maddox | Year Posted 2013

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Roaring radiant raging waves of heat,
the charging beast, glowing red hot with anger,
devours all within its path; left over sable statutes
send streams of spiraling smoke sketching
grayish designs upon the hazy blue canvas above.   

Weary eyes reflect the yellow-orange-red glow
that only the rage of a Dante-like hell could bring.
The wretched earth once again lay hopelessly
on the remnant of her charred bed: awaiting
her steaming tears to wash away the ashes.

In the meanwhile mourners collect scorched
memories: telltale recollections of sacrifices
nature left upon her Vulcan altar.

Copyright © millard lowe | Year Posted 2015

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chills spike through my body - hands achy - body numb i reach for it its shiny slick and heavy i put it to my arm and pull towards me quickly red water comes from between the line in my arm i had just made the red comes more and more till it drips down my arm to my hand and off my finger tips i lay back and let the hot tears run down my face this is me

Copyright © Jayce Collazo | Year Posted 2013

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Speak No Evil Ten Word Challenge

Exuberant emotions abound as I pack siutcases...
Suddenly, the sonorous of my phone and doorbell sings.
Posh police stand outside with opulent badges. 
Father? Suicide? I disengage into a desultory demise.
Tears truck down my cracked city cheeks.
Halcyon hallucinations haunt my deplorable grief.
Some cloaked in cynical attitude give me no sympathy. 
My creeping crepuscular shadows lust to become dust.
I'm jealous of moon, for I feel in a penumbra prison.
Stalemate soul with visceral venom I cry for Father!

January 31st 2016

Copyright © Chantelle Anne Cooke | Year Posted 2016

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Spirit of the Storm

I mournfully mark time during the steamy storm,
among the towering torrents of rash ripping rain.
I witness the wanton ways of latching lighting.
Broken branches sway and soar within the screams.
Nature's pain excels in this unbalance of bondage.
In the multiple mountains the living see
your grave is the only portrait that I notice.
Bruised breath expands within me from fear of
never noticing my own natural aura without you.
Your grey silhouette stands in the wet whipping winds.
While pulsating rain reflects off my soaked skin.
I visit your vast tomb during the terrors of 
the storm that speaks of separation and my sorrows.
My exalted emotions escape with heated harmony
as blasts of blazing white flash near my flesh.
These chaotic clouds assist my haunted seeping soul,
releasing rage and remembering my love for you.

Copyright © Chantelle Anne Cooke | Year Posted 2016

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Flowing like a stream
Bursting like a waterfall
Falling like the rain
I cry of happiness,
I cry of pain

Tears are my weakness
It makes me feel small
When I know all, will be alright
My face feels hot, my tears cold
I still cry when I know the problem is old

Tears of a child, yearning for hope
Knowing, hoping, someone would be there
When her life's hanging from a rope
See differently in the eyes of another
My tears fall down like no other

Tears flooding my eyes
knowing I won’t be able to keep them dry
My tears would one day be drained, dried and dripped
My eyes aren’t looking for another trip to take a dip in despair
But to save my tears, for that day,
When someone would care

Copyright © Alquiasha Brown | Year Posted 2016

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Grace of the Glove

The masked palms pondered and perceived
many moments marked by life's ladders.
Yesterday, lilac extensions flourished 
around the charm of a child's careful
contemplation by the cardinal's song.
In May, graceful gloves gripped the
grieving over the loss of attenuated love.
An anniversary arrived, and opaque hands
remained colored by diamonds that gestured.
They hold an antique letter with worthy words--
a proud tear stained the treasure, and one
hand reached for oneself, not another.

May 3 2002

Dedicated to my mother Claire Gail Cooke
Her second death anniversary
July 19th 1943 to May 3 2001

Copyright © Chantelle Anne Cooke | Year Posted 2016

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The feverish earth faints from tribulation.


Copyright © Kim Rodrigues | Year Posted 2016