Bereavement Poems | Examples of Bereavement Poetry

the weight of silence cold eyes trace the fragile air uncertain dawn waits a storm in my chest a sigh rests between lost words a hush in the air ...

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For tragedies we come together, Though not for long. The fire of intimacy Intimidates, chars fragile façades. Blood bonds over-stretched, Anemic. Silent months pass, when Tentative tentacles reach out, But do not touch. Reliving a past of life bond’s Dilution revived in hard times. The falsity of our closeness Buried in shared grief for a moment. Familiarity creeps in with Sinuous connective threads suggesting safety. Yet these are taut,...

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Let us start at the end because that is where it all began Ashes I clinched my fist because I did not want to let go I literally watched you slip through my fingers I cursed the day The day I looked into your eyes, lying there On a bed that represented hope Until that moment The moment I realised that you were...

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They say that those in hell won't come back. Internally in pits of darkness, it's the hardest thing to break someone free.  Wanna hear about the night that Chris Nielson died? Wanna hear about the night his wife Annie couldn't take anymore, the night Annie's mind got fried? Both of them trying not dwell and continue to...

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They say Justice is blind But one person Who cares only about themself Gets to decide what justice is? If justice Is sending an innocent man Away From his family, His friends, His life, No trial, Because you don’t like his tattoo Is justice, I want no part of it. Can you not see If it can happen to him It can happen to anyone. Because he came here Illegally Is he less human? Does anyone...

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Crosses on the side of the road; Belief in passengers goes by — Where wrecked light within flowers grow, Crosses on the side of the road That besides the glass window hold, A memory's attest to time — Crosses on the side of the road, Belief in passengers goes by — ...

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We watched him die, He was nailed up high, Alive for hours, Before the sky turned black; Thunder rolled, Lightning flashed, It is finished, was the cry That came final from his lips; He died, we cried, we ran and hid; He was taken and laid in a tomb, Borrowed from a friend, Laid there,...

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My Dearest Pope Francis, Although your beautiful body is gone, Us Catholics will remember you forever. As a Catholic person, I will never forget you. Your legacy will remain within our hearts. As always, God sends His very best at the right time. I will not mourn for you, you will never be gone to me....

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FRANCIS OF GOD Spiritual fruit of God, Reflector of loving peace, Pontiff of justice:- Labors of love completed, May his spirit remain here:- ...

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I was grateful for the love of family and friends But I was longing to hear your voice just once again Then I came upon a box that I had not seen There was a note that read ‘just a few keepsakes to you-from me’ I would recognize that handwriting anywhere It was from you, my beloved my dear I...

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Let them miss my smile Let them miss my hair blowing in the wind Let them miss my laughter Let them miss me Let them miss my cooking Let them miss my stories Let them miss my jokes Let them miss me Let them miss my hugs Let them miss my kisses Let them miss my warmth Let them miss me Let them miss my...

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Job description If you like to be an executioner can be failed as doctors or nurses who needs the thrilling feeling masterful Given the last, fatal injection give a sense of power so strong it can lead to premature ejaculation What can be better legally kill the condemned and feel proud of a job, both well paid emotionally rewarding...

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I feel you when the night swallows my joy. As the sunlight hits my face I remember your smile. When the wind blows a kiss I know you're with me....

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So just a man human frail..Now confronted and really Aware of a veil..' No real power no real plan, yet the thought Of what has been happening? Over a fifty year span.? I Not from a truly religious background, although my grandfather had been a beleiving man, yet death had taken Him before my birth.' A few short...

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All the moments that have led to now play out— projected onto the insides of my eyelids, a film I’ve watched a thousand times. And still, it shakes me to my core. Visions of the ineffable, with impossible implications. I wander through a twisted maze— of lies and revelations, bitter clarity, manic fantasies— pulled in every direction by truths that don’t belong in any single reality. ? Into paradoxical dreams, I...

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