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Cinquain Grief Poems | Cinquain Poems About Grief

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

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The One Who Survives


			      four funerals
		   not my fault, mourners say
	           paralyzed by survivor's guilt
			       what now?

Copyright © Janice Canerdy | Year Posted 2016

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silent darkness
Kiss’s you lightly
Emotionless moment to grieve

Copyright © Cynthia Ferguson | Year Posted 2014

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Bittersweet Memories

Nostalgia Endearing, wistful Recalling, longing, reflecting, Remembering a cherished time Beloved Grief Sorrowful, tragic Mourning, desiring, paining Torpid from heart’s despair Loss for Dr. Ram's Cinquain Poetry Contest, 12/13/14

Copyright © Rhonda Johnson-Saunders | Year Posted 2014

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Bleeding tears
Weeping Daggered Wounds
Shattered, Heavy-Hearted , Dejected , Misery

Copyright © sima mittal | Year Posted 2013

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Dear Lisa

                                                            “Dear Lisa”

Flying above the clouds looking down upon those I have touched
Wings spread across the sky touching each sea over shadowing the mountain peaks
I can see clearly now as I fly in circles around the world
I no longer feel the pain that encompassed my body; I feel the love that encircles my soul

Although I passed away please have no grief for my longer being next to you
Have no fear of days to come for I will hold your hand as you take each step
When you feel cold I will wrap you in these wings of gold
You are not alone for I’m always there, just whisper my name

To those I’ve touched from young to old I can see you
Please sit with me as we drink our coffee with our poles in the water
Please talk to me for I can hear you as your lips speak 
Please don’t fear the gentle wind you feel, it’s just me drying your tears

I will never say goodbye for one day we will meet again
I shall always believe in you for you’re all a part of me
I will always share my love with all I consider my family
I am the one and only Jimmy and you honey are my precious dear Lisa

Copyright © Brian Stoaks | Year Posted 2017

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A Cracked Mirror

My soul a cracked mirror where falling tears drip, drip . . . Oh, must brush this aching aside or die! ________________________ May 24, 2017 Cinquain/A Cracked Mirror Copyright Protected, ID 904122 Early Summer Standard Brian Strand First Place

Copyright © Broken Wings | Year Posted 2017

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Truck Wreck

This busted broken body-
is not me alying here.
I’ve gone quickly on to Exodus.
You need not shed a tear

Past wrinkled steel and busted glass;
past smoke and pain and fire,
Myself left quickly in the night.
Our Lord did lead me higher.

The ground will hold my broken shell,
but just like my old suit.
It fit me well and good awhile.
Then I outgrew it by a foot!

I need not that used suit.
I need no body now.
My spirit soars amid the stars
with a soft and sparkling glow.

		By Annette Gagliardi

*Published in “Awaking to Sunshine” summer of 2000, a Poetry.com publication.

Copyright © Annette Gagliardi | Year Posted 2017