Couplet Grief Poems

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The earth is dressed in a white robe - snow graffiti on the wall
Deliciously frozen thoughts melting away into another Kingdom 

Our words served in gold of passion and sweetly kiss
Colour shines transparent 

As the soft feeling of heated drops
tumble down the cheeks saving grace 

The tears will fall on fertile soil, quietly the water decreases 
There are no limitations so make your heart strong not weak

Fight your worries and sorrows - taste the love
Reflections kissing warmly each memory stored precious 

Tasting salt upon lips 
Because dearest lily of the deep lake 

When a soul knows the unknown pathway leads upwards
We all have a special place in this world no one else can fill or walk alongside 

Listen to the sound of angels playing harps from above
Smell the roses and breathe in the fresh clean air

True love from the heart of a flower never dies, 
always giving goosebumps a new meaning

A Collaborated Poem 
Anne-Lise Andresen and Liam Mc Daid 
(unrhymed couplets)
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Copyright © Sunshine Smile | Year Posted 2016

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Morning Light The calm that comes with morning light. Lying here... from an untroubled night. Alone, awake after restful sleep. No tears left, no tears to weep. Dreaming where dreams were never seen. Free from all that might have been. By myself with a pristine heart, to begin again; a brand new start. No more fear as I arise. No sadness here to burn my eyes. Only peace to guide my way. No more guilt to mar the day. My spirit rises in the sun, as life again has just begun.
written 01.20.2017

Copyright © Francis J Grasso | Year Posted 2017

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a trouble or struggle; something that is hard to understand or surmount

I’ve felt hell’s fire and dealt with many circumstances I may confide- But the most difficult thing I have to live with is being touched by suicide. She brought sunshine to my rain and day dreams of true compassion- That was my beloved sister - Karen…so full of life long dreams and passion. -so I thought… Truth be told the last six years have been the worst years of my life- Remembering her final days on earth, so full of self-hatred and strife. She went from a blazing fire to embers of ashes in all of one glance- And I knew deep down inside she really never had a living chance. -this I knew… See, suicide is a tricky situation when I stop and think of her reasons- Looking back, she seemed to have a different personality for every season. The anguish I am left with bleeds my soul dry and heart ripped to shreds- If only I could have given her a healthier life, more happiness instead. -my only wish… “How do I cope?”, one may ask when wondering how I still live in grief- I need to say the greatest gift is my quill that brings me honest relief. I had days of mourning and nights of weeping without a breath- And many times when I wished I too, that I ended up leaving in death. -sad days encountered… Life is so difficult even when you are having the greatest of days- But when dealing with such a tragic loss it’s worse in so many ways. People always tell me, “don’t worry honey, time always heals”- Well I say right back to them, “you just don’t know how it feels”. -pain never passes… A Difficult Topic For You Poetry Contest Sponsor: Lewis Raynes Date Written: September 23, 2016

Copyright © Laura Loo | Year Posted 2016

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I look across the bed… you’re not there… you’re dead.
I look across the bed and see…you’re no longer next to me.

I reach over and try to feel your skin,
and remember all the joy there had been…

but my hands come back empty…trying desperately to hold on,
barely clinging to life now that your gone.

And I let out a cry I’m quite sure heaven hears,
Or will it linger in limbo for all of my years.

How lonely this bed, where imprisoned I lay.
How long can I take this day after day?

They say that in spirit your right next to me.
But that is no comfort for it’s blackness I see.

They say that it’s time to move on with my life,
But they have no clue of my pain and my strife.

You were my best friend, my angel, my love,
You were hand picked for me from above.

You were the one who’s soul I adored
Whatever I did you were there to applaud.

You alone knew me inside and out,
And the love that we shared left no one to doubt.

For you were my angel sent from above,
To care for, to lean on, to cherish and love…..

So I’ll go back to bed where imprisoned I lay,
And hope for a joy that visits someday.

Copyright © Bernard Colasurdo | Year Posted 2012

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Years have passed since I buried you
beneath green grasses drenched with dew;

I placed the blossoms, one by one,
a blanket for my only son,

you, my heart's flower, blooming fair,
a mother's rose, uniquely rare.

The bitter grief bubbles inside,
rolling hot waves, a searing tide,

dark desperate, wrenching prayers,
sharp, shattered facets of despair.

Anguish climbs this long hill with me,
the crest of which I never see.

How can one stand beside the mound
where love's sweet baby flesh lays bound?

Faith defies sensibility
and blossoms in eternity.

Copyright, March 28, 2015
Faye Lanham Gibson

Copyright © Faye Gibson | Year Posted 2015

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On sleepless nights I am led
To creep and kneel by your bed
To pray for your mother and me
But grief comes calling you see
Gurgling from its endless base
It explodes out of my face
I shower your pillow with tears
Gagging on primal fears
Barking and spitting his rage
The monster howls from its cage
Backing me out to the edge
Of insanity's slippery ledge

The cord is severed I think
That unseen biological link
Has ripped loose down at the loins
And the wound bleeds from my groin
Like frayed rope snapping on a boat
The mangled end quivers and floats
Out in an endless abyss
Where my demons cackle and hiss
I rant, I plead and I pray
Still you keep drifting away
Hold on, I am with you my son
So tired, let go, it is done

Copyright © Tim Ryerson | Year Posted 2009

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When dawn unfolds before you like a silent rose
Awakens all your senses from a deep repose
Arise unshackled from capricious dreams
Step as you dare on stairs of golden sunbeams

Along the once black tunnels where you learned to breathe
Forget the darkest stars that taught you how to grieve
Float on the air like a magic golden leaf
Rejoice in the day because it is so brief

Now with leafy garlands woven in your hair
Dance lightly on mossy forest stairs
In your floating gown of clouds and sky
Happy and carefree as a butterfly 

When dawn unfolds before you like a dew kissed rose
Awakens your whole soul from deep repose
 Dance away the day because it is so brief
 Sigh at the stars that taught you to believe 

Copyright © Suzanne Delaney | Year Posted 2017

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I keep the memories locked away,
never to see the light of day.
Grief is just beyond that door
where I lie upon the floor
begging you "please don't die".
Asking God " why, why, why ?"
I closed the door on that day
to keep those memories at bay.
My heart, it could stand no more 
of what I'd locked behind that door.
Guilt and grief, sadness, pain.
Knowing I'd never see you again.
Suicide is such an ugly word.
Much too ugly to be heard,
so I keep the memories locked away
to never see the light of day.

for Constance's "Memories Beyond the Door"

Copyright © Francine Roberts | Year Posted 2013

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I’d have whispered “you're daddy's little boy,”
snuggled in my arms, filling me with joy.
We'd of explored mountain caves, parks and glades,
snapping pictures when you first stood on blades.
And we'd have gazed up at the stars above,
feeling secure in the bond of our love.
And together we'd have journeyed the earth,
embracing the miracle of your birth.

If only we had more time...

I would have told you of the golden rule,
teaching subtle lessens, not taught in school.
And during your early, formative years,
I would've eased your hurts, and wiped your tears.
You'd have entered your teens chasing your dreams,
standing defiant in your torn blue jeans.
And we would have discussed the birds and bees,
learning about life, as we skinned our knees.

If only we had more time...

My heart would have filled with a father's pride,
as you knelt at the altar with your bride.
Gentle tears saved to bless your wedding day,
are unable to wash my grief away.
Less than a year among those who love you, 
we’re gathered today to wish you adieu. 
I think of the many things we'd have done,
and how very much I love you my son.

If only we had more time...

Copyright © Emile Pinet | Year Posted 2016

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Time for all seasons is his plan,
roaming all of nature’s land.

Flowers bloom, their brightness fade,
Waters of life, we drink and wade.

Flowers spent, with grief we cry,
gazing upon the heavens high.

In seek of comfort, joy, and peace,
birds sing soothing, grief release.

Breath of breeze whispers love,
from the Holy one above.

Trees of shelter for mortal man,
until He holds us in his hand.

Love and peace for eternity!

For:  Brian Strand's 
        Poem of Faith Contest
        Won Honorable Mention
        July 1, 2010

Copyright © Carolyn Henderson | Year Posted 2010

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If I picked my Valentine
she'd be a perfect 10.
She'd have blonde hair with highlites
and answer where and when.

She'd be a little shorter,
yet tall enough to kiss.
Her reach a little longer
to torture us in bliss.

Her shape would be the bomb.
As sexy as they come.
With hair up for the moment
I'd meet her at the prom.

She'd talk a little faster
with words I'd say are smart.
Yet keep me to attention
in hugs up to my heart.

A smile just like a lion.
Her face a source of pride.
One to show my mother.
And then to make my bride.

My Valentine was perfect
as I lost her way back then.
How was I to know that she
would find her perfect 10.

Copyright © Trevor McLeod | Year Posted 2013

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I feel your presence everywhere I go
 You know how much I miss you and how I love you so
 I try very hard not to be sad
That's when I try to think of all the good times we had
 You'll always be with me every single day
 But Oh! How much I miss you since you went away.

Copyright © Veronica Aicher | Year Posted 2013

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You’re starving and craving a pizza. The topping you want is ground beef. But they've only got what you hate: pepperoni! Good grief! You cannot agree with your newest friend’s crazy belief. She screams at you, causing a big scene in public: Good grief! You went on a cruise. Now your group’s at a popular reef. Under water, you’re diving. The boat leaves without you! Good grief! You have to go meet with your workplace department’s new chief. Then you find out the guy is the neighbor that hates you. Good grief. You’re told that the wait for your doctor is sure to be brief. At last it’s your turn, but he’s called out for surgery. Good grief! There’s only one pill on the market that gives you relief. It’s the one your insurance won’t cover at all. Good grief! There’s trouble a plenty that robs you of time like a thief. However, be glad if the worst that you get is GOOD grief!

Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2013

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I am
As I gaze up towards the universe

I am
As a fading star lingering in the night

I am
Lost inside the twilight's whispered dreams

I am
Reality inside tomorrows twisted illusions

I am
Without purpose

I am
Nothing, nothing at all

I am
One with not even a reason to die

I am
The one who sold his insanity

I am
Alone and so very afraid 

Eating the dirt and decay infiltrating my solitude grave

Copyright © arthur vaso | Year Posted 2017

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reach for phone daily 
eyes tear because you passed on 
memories bring peace within 
mother's love a constant gift

Tell Us About Your Mom Contest sponsored by Judy Konos
1st Place

Copyright © Susan Gentry | Year Posted 2015

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Copyright © 2013

Skittles and a soda
against a gun in its holster?

One day that scream
will be known as a teen
not a heinous lying Fein

What a sinister ploy and twist
with a loaded gun and no fist?

Had everyone sitting and waiting
doomed by a verdict just delaying

Was this just an optical illusion
or, a devious planned conclusion?

Now, this generation too afraid
wearing hoodies will get you dead

But, the Klan was still glad
hoodies they've always had

A verdict they too saw,
ushering in martial law

by: LP
edited: 7/30/13

Copyright © Les Pruitt | Year Posted 2013

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The distance to you where you are,
spans too wide on the bridge too far.

I run the distance, yet, still I see,
There's more stretched out ahead of me.

Too far the bridge, too long to cross,
unless your wings to me you toss!

Copyright © Darlene Gifford | Year Posted 2014

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Yarns and laughter once flowed through my father’s old chair,
With its smile shaped cushion that’s in need of some repair,
He laughed as he told his stories and reeled us with his charm,
As we wormy wriggled on his words with no fear or alarm.

He smiled with his eyes and blinked as the memories rose,
His tortoise shell glasses were perched wisely upon his nose.
Regal stories of yesteryear when he was in his prime,
For reasons lost or disregarded, now a shadow lost in time.

His smile made us happy as we sat and listened true,
Of friends he met, or grew up with, some we even knew.
Now the chair is silent, though its cushion tries to smile,
I hope to find a shadow there when I check once in a while.

Just memories fill the void where once laughter filled that chair,
With its smile shaped cushion that’s in need of some repair. 	

18th July 2013

Copyright © Seosamh De Burca | Year Posted 2013

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I feel such empathy when I look at you,
I see the pain you're going through,

I hardly know you, you hardly know me,
But we acknowledge each other silently,

Your face disgraces your usual smile,
And for a second I wish I could have it awhile,

The envied are so often the ones envying most,
The beautiful faces underneath, are the ghosts,

Scary, the masks we work hard to build,
Crumble like ruins of a wicked King's guild,

I hope all is well, that you'll be alright,
That sleep will come to you peacefully tonight,

And when life is cloudy, remember, dear one,
There are people around you to bring out the sun.

Copyright © Juli- Michelle | Year Posted 2012

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 ****Last Part

Alas! have i thought, despite this big Men's name Shame on us ! those animals deserve the fame The way we have to leave life and all its woes It's you who know, you know the truth noble wolves To see what we were on earth, and what we leave Only silence is big, our weakness to grieve Ah!, now i know what you meant, you wild errant ! And your final gaze, spoke into my heart direct : ''If you can, see that your soul will reach such height, By much study and constant pensive insight, Come up to that high degree of stoic pride, That i got, long in the woods i did abide Moan, cry, or beg is a coward way to live Make use of you vivid tongue, and your task give Put them in the way where Fate has made for you Then, just like me ,suffer and die as i do.''
*Notes: Translated from '' Alfred de Vigny 's La Mort du loup. *checked with syllable counter: Eleven syllables each line, Original and Translation. *form: couplet *Any feedback or suggestion warmly welcomed. *Landes *: south of Bordeaux. ****************************** **link below for further translations.......

Copyright © Lonely Shepherd | Year Posted 2016

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It attacked my life like a swarm of predatory wasps
Anger, regret, pain, confusion, to ruin me at all costs
unprovoked, vicious stings to my soul, many a tear
made me hollow inside, without joy, living in fear

Unable to run or hide for their venom is already within
To snipe at my belief, questions to drive reflection of sin
Should I seek reasons, or find solace needed in a friend
My friends helped win battles, and the war inside did end

Copyright © Tom Larrow | Year Posted 2013

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It seems I wanted too much:
or may be just a touch.
May be a little bit more:
happiness with the one I adore.
May be a good morning kiss,
or sweet words: “My honey I miss”.

It seems I wanted too much:
to be happy as such,
to fly in the sky like a bird,
to be understood without a second word,
to listen to the songs of my Lord,
to give a smile and behave like a child.

It seems I wanted too much:
to live without any mistakes,
without any heart breaks.
I wanted my soul not to be cold,
to live without any storms,
to feel your heart warmth.

It seems I wanted too much:
to turn into a dove,
to swim on the waves of love,
to meet with you every dawn,
to have the wings of a swan
and never be alone.

It seems I wanted too much...

Larisa Rzhepishevska (Odessa, Ukraine)

Copyright © Larisa Rzhepishevska | Year Posted 2013

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Life is like a hurricane.

Life, is like a heavy rain.

A lake of pain like lake Baikal.

Tears, flow like a waterfall.

People are like granite stone;
in the end your'e left alone.

But what of the good things?

Like the sound of when a church bell rings?

Or the miraculous, beautiful way 
one helps another through troublesome day?

Tragedies of life aren't fun, 
but in the end we learn a ton.

Though pain we do remember,
the flame eventually turns to ember.

You see, the thing about walking through earth each day, 
is The King turns the curse to a healthy pathway.

Copyright © Aleesha Rothering | Year Posted 2013

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This stretch of time I’ve come to see
That I shall spend in misery

A hollow shell I lye in wait
Until my God decides my fate

For I’ve no strength to venture out 
Beyond these walls of fear and doubt

Your hope is that I’ll come to see
The blessing still inside of me

But this is where your selfish pride
Peaks its foolish head inside

And says won’t you come out and play
“no way” I scream,no not today.

Don’t you see this twisted wreck
This tightened noose around my neck

I couldn’t come out if I tried
Did you forget my world just died?

I fear it don’t mean much to you
But I just lost the life I knew

So if you say I’ll be ok
That I should just come out and play

I’ll tell you what I’ll say to that
If you don’t mind a tit-for-tat

I don’t tell you, what you should do
and don’t assume you have a clue

If never felt this painful sting
Then please just don’t say anything

no matter what you do or say
I won’t come out, no not today.

Copyright © Bernard Colasurdo | Year Posted 2012

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The morning births a new day's sun
Revealing night's shadowed pun

Why this road, you ask of me?
Something wrong, I've done to thee?

My body weighs like anchored ships
No words I speak from quivering lips

My hands are bound, my mind is spent 
As thoughts incarnate my lovers scent.

My sight is scant, a labored breath
Desperate cries, My soul near death

Each beat my heart now pays its dues 
For loving you was mine to choose

I lye in angst, a tattered seam 
A chapter closed on lover's dream

Oh my lord, my dearest friend
I pray to thee in hopes to mend

This broken heart, of saddened tale
To find the truth where others fail

My dearest God I crave thee now
Since my love has flown to thou

These answers that I fail to find
Aberrations of a flailing mind

Imprison me from heavens love
And make me doubt my God above

But I will not let idle mind
Keep me from my destined time

For life is short and one day near
I'll hold the one I love most dear

So steadfast will I trust in him
And never doubt my God within.

Copyright © Bernard Colasurdo | Year Posted 2012

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Nearby my friend the river flows
Today, for me, in sorrow…slows
She looks to see my empty chair
For I no longer will be there.

Tears roll down the river's face
As this was such a happy place
So many came to stay a while
Always leaving with a smile

The clearest pictures in her waters
Show reflections of my daughters
As children of their children followed
More and more of life I borrowed

Eighteen hearts which came from mine
I hope forever intertwine
For I am now the river breeze
To carry our joint memories

Peaceful in my last repose
I wonder where the river goes?
The river and her constancy
Will now remind you all of me.

Copyright © Sarah Heath | Year Posted 2016

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Single file in a row
bare feet freezing in the snow
in a pile, bodies burn
all wait fearfully for their turn
ash and smoke clog the air
ringing with screams of despair
moving closer to their end
their minds begin to slowly bend
the snow is stained with crimson red
drinking in the blood they've shed
in the trees, starved ravens wait
to feed on those who've met their fate
more bodies burn, the bells tolls on
the moon reveals a scarlet dawn
as all the corpses burn in heaps
just for now, the darkness sleeps

By Morgan Mise
Written December 3, 2012

Copyright © Morgan Mise | Year Posted 2013

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                                              INEXORABLE FATE

                                                Inexorable fate

                                               --all joy is lost

                                               Vanquished am I 

                                               Sea winds tossed.

                                      No wave of death will set me free--

                                       Guilt-forced breath has ravaged  me.

                                       My heart's delight I've sacrificed.

                                          For dire neglect I paid a price.

                                        The lust of Fame ate precious time.

                                               I sacrificed my love sublime.

                                      Inexorable fate--pure Joy has fled.

                                    Vanquished is hope--my Love lies dead.

V. Anderson-Throop

Copyright © Victoria Anderson-Throop | Year Posted 2013

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Unending wars

Heart rendering cries and war widows, 
Innocent faces bound to lose their glow,

Why this war and bloodshed ?

To define boundaries on religion and race,
Confine it to bravery and conquer for grace,

What in return are we going to get ?

Best of minds putting up to destroy,
Aren't we leading a dead convoy ?

When do we rise above war for humanity sake ?

Why not cherish birth rather ending up life,
Shun destruction and put an end to strife,

Do we still need to ponder ?

His amazing creations and nature in hue and cry,
I can't even breathe, can slashed wings ever fly ?

Unless we intellectuals put an end to unending wars !!

Written December 16th, 2014
For Cyndi's contest 'I can't breathe'

Awarded 1st place

Copyright © Dr. Upma A. Sharma | Year Posted 2014

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In Ecclesiastes Chapter 3 it lets us know under the sun there is a time for everything,
 a time to dance, a time to sing,
 a time to mourn, a time to cry,
 a time to live, there is even a time that it’s ok to question why? 
Why Lord did you take her? Why did she have to go away? 
Why when we loved her and needed her, why couldn’t she stay?
 And if you listen to the small still voice as he whispers in your ear,
 I believe these are the words that you might hear….
My child you love her but I love her too, and you may not believe this but Heaven needed her much more then you can see,
she has a place prepared for her here with me, 
she is my special angel ,  she still has a works to do, and her earthly body just wouldn’t sustain,
it was causing her so much hardship and pain, 
It hurt me to see my daughter that way and it left you open for hell brimstone fire and rain, 
so I intervened seeing you needed the protection guidance and love that she gave you so good while she was able to fight, 
I had to! The pain in her flesh was keeping her from doing the job right! 
So I done a works when I called her home not just for her, but for you too, 
You see my dear child she is the guardian Angel that I have appointed to you, 
now she hurts no more, yet she is still there to protect, guide, and nourish you, 
so don’t worry she is not far from you, 
right now you may not believe me, 
but in days to come it will become clear and you will see, 
for Heaven has its angel back, her mansion she has claimed, 
and when the wind blows you will hear her calling your name, 
you will feel her showering you with love in the midst of the rain, 
and you will even feel the warmth of her embrace,
as the sun makes its way thru the clouds and shines upon your face, 
when all of this comes to pass then you will understand and know that my words are true, 
when I say she has not left….. She is still there with you!

									Dedicated to Marjorie Black our Angel!

Copyright © MISTY RITTER | Year Posted 2014