Bereavement Uplifting Poems

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Details | Ode |
Just a girl in a room, sitting on the floor,
I can see her in this window, but I see no door
Crying her song of anguish, of this unspeakable pain,
Has every intention never to feel it again
I rock, I tremble, my life is at cost
All I know is this shell, for it's all I have lost

From the start I new this fight could only last so long,
I aimed to defeat it, striving to remain strong
Each day in and day out, facing the demon, fighting the doubt
At a moment with no warning, without any clue
I was losing my energy...all the will I once knew

For now, my all is lost, my memories are faint,
There is no pretty picture left for me to paint
This girl on the floor, in this empty room
Was this girl condemned for a life of doom

My tears disappeared, like they'd never been there
Dried up with my soul, the time is clear
Wanting to shake her, make her open her eyes
To show some hope, the blue is still in the skies

Then, out of nowhere, I found the door
I wanted to save the girl on the floor
As I neared and inched to her close
She wasn't that girl, what I saw was a ghost

As I turned to walk out, stopped by a noise
I heard the laughter of girls and of boys
With that came a voice of peace and of grace
She told me, she's happy, no-more demon for her to face

I am calmed, I'm reassured, I'm no longer in pain
She was the broken me, but now I am strong again

Copyright © Katee Surface | Year Posted 2013

Details | Rhyme |
Seismic waves shook the ground under our feet
On that passionate morning we could not meet
         Little did I understand then
         I would soon be crestfallen
Completely a lonely soul in the meaningless street
Beaten broken bewildered battered and bereaved

The other day when you poured me pink and warm
Passion pulsar profuse in grace and exquisite charm
           From your purple front door
           To my restless slight shore
My tree was in dance as its leaves you gently stirred
The south wind was back together with its pretty bird
March 9, 2016 

Copyright © Probir Gupta | Year Posted 2016

Details | Rhyme |
Beloved, lovely roses: gift of God and lover’s flower,
Spread your colored petals and cradle tender showers.
While admiring the blossoms with their beauty to behold,
Ought we not to know the Tender of such lovely garden groves?

For He lovingly and thoughtfully wields His pruning shears
To cut away the stems of old for fuller future years.
He cultivates and feeds them. He attends them as a Father
Looking daily to their needs; so faithfully He waters.

From the dawn of morning dew until the setting sun arrays
Caring always for His own until that great appointed day…
When the Gardener comes to claim each one the earth held as its own.
He gently picks it at its peak and for His pleasure takes it home.

As God did one glorious morning, when the Perfect Rose had bloomed.
He rolled away the stone and met with Mary at the tomb.
There the sweetest Rose of Sharon rose that we die not alone.
But be gathered for a garden grove, surrounding heavens throne.

Copyright © Tom Valles | Year Posted 2013

Details | Couplet |
A Brave Soul Goes Home

No mortal power ever on this common earthly plane
Can call you back as Heaven makes its final gain.

You mind was one steeped in such numeric certitude,
Possessing a spirit with a most certain pulchritude.

Your life strode a period of only six decades plus two, 
But in God’s divine plan he knew so well the real you.

You developed in time a zest for friendship and love,
Which God felt with such passion in Heaven above.

Your life had its great share of such suffering and pain,
But that never dampened your spirit on this mortal plane.

God was most aware always of your charitable nature,
As you helped those in need—victims of human nature.

Your departure from us was sadly short and unexpected,
But God’s plan and wishes for you were always expected.

And so Brave Soul we mourn your loss from our mortal home,
But we take solace in knowing God’s called you to His home. 
Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved, 
April 27, 2015 (Rhymed Couplet)

*A special tribute to a departed and most loved family member.

Copyright © Gary Bateman | Year Posted 2015

Details | Narrative |
They sit inside a thin glass dome below the face of time.
Four orbs upon a pedestal; all move in perfect rhyme.
Some years ago their movement stopped, no longer to and fro.
The pendulum ceased its swinging and refused to do the show.
The clock continued ticking, keeping up with each new hour.
The pendulum sat there sullen, still, encased within its tower.
As time went on, I came to think that nothing much was wrong.
I dismissed the lazy pendulum, while the clock ticked out its song.
Then on a day some time ago, death came and stole a friend.
Late winter thaw and she was gone - her stay here at its end.
She left in haste with little time to ponder life or death;
A weary, fluttering heartbeat and she drew her final breath.
While sitting there inside this loss one early spring-like day;
I pondered where my friend had gone and was she far away?
Could she still share a smile with me, or worry for my cares:
Then pause and sit a time with me, our days now free to share?
And while I sat there musing, quite absorbed and lost in time;
From out the corner of my eye, reflections on the blind.
Back and forth, back and forth the movement seemed to go.
Sunbeams through a window pane slid brightly to and fro.
My eyes began to search the room for where the answer be.
Reflections off the glass domed clock, its pendulum swinging free.
The first time in a dozen years the orbs now did their rhyme,
As back and forth they turned and twirled; I knew my friend was fine.
And now the pendulum does its dance according to its will.
Sometimes I find it swinging and sometimes I find it still.
But when the movement catches me; I pause for just awhile.
A word or two in greeting; then I move on with a smile.

© 2015 Diane Lefebvre

Copyright © Diane Lefebvre | Year Posted 2015

Details | Rhyme |
(about the two wars)

I gave my life for you, 
My grit was your prosperity, 
So that you could do. 

I swallowed at the task, 
Girded myself bravely, 
Prepared to have a mask. 

When self-awareness engulfed, 
And loneliness overcame, 
Determination was loved. 

I fought a man every time, 
I faced the thwarting enemy, 
No easy game of mine. 

I strove to either succeed,
Or to sacrifice my everything, 
But the opposition to impede. 

I thought of family and you, 
Freedom and liberty, 
And the rightness of the two. 

Copyright © Rhoda Monihan | Year Posted 2015

Details | Rhyme |
That July morning you left with the dawn.
Finally done with a life full & long.
You brightened our lives with your wisdom & love,
& still shine upon us now from Heaven above.

Today, though our hearts are heavy with sorrow
The sun will still rise with a brand new tomorrow.
& though we can't see you, you'll always be near.
For death can't diminish a loved one so dear.

We all have a time & we all have a date,
To meet with our maker at Heaven's pearly gate.
Reunited at last with those gone before,
Peaceful & perfect it's all that & more.

There's no aches or pain, no sadness you'll see.
So grieve not too long for her souls been set free.
Free from the body, for it's but a shell.
A spirit at peace, you lived your life well.

Copyright © Aimee Rodriguez | Year Posted 2015

Details | Dramatic monologue |
You see, you see I’m captured within my pain I’m 13
13 only 13
13 years old when my soul died
13, eight months later when my spirit died
13, 13 is all I’ve cried
Within a year I watched myself die twice
First cancer killed my aunt later a disease took my mother’s life,
13 years yet I haven’t grieved 
Suppressed my feeling for 13 years so it wouldn’t bother me
Is it true you can die three times yet you live?
19 years old my grandmother died the last I had to give
Holes created in my heart as if I was shot by a bullet
Life threw me a curve ball unavoidable hit by it,
Beat on constantly…	
Like African drums not physically
Living in an emotional slum….
Using love to ease the aches
Desperately seeking a soul mate
Loving liars, cheaters, and thieves
Not caring wanting that of someone loving me,
Causing friction, tension and despair
Pushing life away for I can no longer bare
13 years of pain and suffering
No one to blame as I did it to me
How can I let go without feeling alone?
It’s so hard so I continue to hold on
Years of allowing my past to control me,
I only had my past to comfort and depend 
Losing my family so early in life is hard to make amend
Lovers and friends come and go
Those who stuck around why they did I don’t know,
Days I’ve spent alone crying in silence
Seeing, feeling, living not understanding it
13 years of suppression now I’ll try to let go
Before my emotional bondage cause me to lose the one I love so,
Isolated from my mate, daily surroundings
Standing in a room full of people only seeing me
13 years I’ve prayed the prayer to open and release
So I can step into anew, pain will decease 
Buying into another to hold my hand
Independent all these years lost in where I stand
Using another to ease what is in me backfiring 
One application after another constantly hiring,
Father, I need new management
So I can celebrate the life of, death kept me bent
13, 13 years something about 13
If this is the only way to move on then I’ll have to grieve 
13, 13 years living in bondage and misery
13 years and 13 years old dying inside me
Tell me what is it about 13
After 13 years I now need my peace
13 years sweat hid my tears
Living without you lost in the years
Seeds I no longer sow
For my flowers ceased to grow
Dying in the end like you
Enough pain I’ve had to endure 
Choking in smoke but not none of a cigarette
13 years of disappointments and regrets
From living without you
Until my last days the statement remains true.

Copyright © Monya Williams | Year Posted 2013

Details | Epic |
break the game
In this circle 
The circle of our  civilisation now
Lie our stolen freedom 
yes it right if you know it right 
So simple yet complicated 
This answers to our freedom 
Free is free who say so 
Now will die young 
So we stay silence in Africa 

Break the game
Do you know who you are 
Why do you think you are just here 
Yes here on our dear planet earth
Have it ever occur to you 
That all that is free is now a debt 
Oh So you think you get free with those  
Notes in it high figures 
Stored in 4 square room
Close with strong metal doors
Sorry you must be losing the best 
While you adore the worst in deceit

Break the game  
Who is perfect cast the first stone 
For my soul is willing yet to see
Who is free now let  him say how 
No I don't understand 
Understand this freedom in it forms
I don't understand how is possible 
The good is underground so cold 
And rotten so quick 
Like it said the good die young 
I don't understand how the bad is 
Praise on their hills
No I don't understand this freedom 
I don't understand how people 
Are more or less followers 
Are we free so please tell me how 

Break the game 
I thought I was free 
But I saw the birds are more free
Than I am
I thought I was free but I can't see
How it possible 
If I don't break the game 
This man made ignorance game
This powerful hills 
Those high walls standing 
How Can I pull them down 
Even doe I can't fly above them
So I saw the birds were more free
Than I am 
Only They could fly above those 
Walls so freely and free

Break the game 
I just want to be free 
Is not a crime 
There must be a way 
This old ways are not sure 
This old ways are not working right 
How can I speak and not be free
How can I write this words constantly 
You must be insane some say 
Yet they are also not free
Same circle still controls all 
Now it don't allow so many minds 
All people now more or less followers 
Why am I here?
So I rebel with just this one 
Now am there 
There where the good are called 
Just because I 
Break the game 

Copyright © richard nnoli | Year Posted 2015

Details | Acrostic |
I write what I want
I-I found myself in love

W- writing this words 
R-relating with my soul
I-inspired by nature
T-to meditate through love
E-earns me no harm 

W-what is the use of life
H-here with out love
A-allowing my mind
T-to wonder  

I-I did not make that come

W-why I love writing poems
A-as she is my love 
N-never I can stop writing
T-till she let me be 

Copyright © richard nnoli | Year Posted 2015

Details | Free verse |
Open your eyes ..
Love is a shadow constricting you up close
And when you sleep it lays next to you..

Love is a force that drags you, possesses you, 
And fills you up with memories of today for a life of tomorrow..

Love is a sword cutting through the soul..
Leaving you breathless for eternal moments that will never come back 

Love is like a feather blown by the wind, 
And injected in our hearts by a single wish... 
To never be alone!

Love is an aura..
We all have one, yet we can't see it or touch it,
We Have to believe  its there, and it will show up..

      give us a chance to trust, to build, to fall,  and get up;  over and over again!

Copyright © Thoubert Larus | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse |
You dance amongst the stars:
I watch you nightly from my bed
Imagining your light footsteps 
As you leap and twirl balletically
Through galaxies 
And over planets
With the poise and grace 
That made you so special
When you were mine on earth.
You were gone too soon. 
But my loss is the universe’s gain
Together we love and admire you

Copyright © Andy Morfett | Year Posted 2016

Details | Prose |
The seasons change and time dies go by,
but your heart is never gone;
you did not die.

Your spirit reigns over a thousand rivers.
You're the warmth when the darkness shivers.

You are the sovereign winds glorifying the skies.
You are the starlit tears in a million eyes.  

Soft moons who echo on a treetop canopy,
the shelter who guards the peasant vanity.

Seeds who spread their naturedly winds that fly,
my heart who echoes in the midnight sky.

Through the lilacs and honeysuckles a tender bliss,
you are the spirit, when I think of this.

Copyright © Eve Chilicas | Year Posted 2015

Details | Free verse |
You said i had multiple personalities 
It was my greatest strength

It was everything i needed
I could adapt

You couldn't 
You were a shell of a man 
Vomiting lies everywhere you ran 

I terrified you

I was so full truth 
Full of dreams 

A old soul ahead of the game 

I felt everything with force or i felt nothing at all 
So much power

I had a hold on you 
I wasn't something to be claimed

I was meant to show people love
To fight beside them and share my strength 

I wasn't meant for one person love 

Sexual attention didn't matter to me 
I craved deepth 

Something you could never understand 

I was already living 
While everyone was taking baby steps 
I was always running wild 

Caught up in the best fight 
Sharing love 

Being wild

Copyright © Emalie Anne | Year Posted 2016

Details | Free verse |
Cry out every single tear
upon my shoulder,
all your desperate emotions,
burdens, chains that paralyze,
let them loose with every drop.
They're replaced by hug, in love's embrace.
Flood frustrations from within,
anxiety that screams for some release
since I will carry them myself
and I will care for you forever.

Copyright © Anonymous Poet | Year Posted 2017

Details | Bio |
Shall I stay or should I go, You know they’re going to ask me what I have been up to, an inquisition I can’t ignore. It’s just an innocent question from old acquaintances I chummed with years ago. I know what they’ve been up to: married; a job; a house, maybe even a few children.  Where do I fit in? What do I say? It’s best I answer short and sweet and let them be on with their day. Not much to say, especially since I am hanging on to today, getting through the day, putting on a smile pretending for a while, instead of boring them with my tragic stories of heartbreak from another fool’s play, a loss of a loved one with few words to say. He’s never coming back. Heaven’s where he’s made his way. At a job where I fight through day by day, ‘used to love it, but been shown its not where my talents shine, it rains there everyday.  Just waiting on my turn for my blue skies to cast away the grey. Those sun rays will bring me some better days and then will I respond to the innocent question, “What have you been up to?”, with an honest smile and blow them away. For now I will sit quietly and pray, and persevere day by day with Love, having Faith and Hope in my heart that today will be better than yesterday.

Copyright © Celine Soucy | Year Posted 2015