Bereavement Poems | Examples of Bereavement Poetry

In gratitude for mercy, I softly tread, For all that we cherished, the words left unsaid. Comforted by knowing you held me so dear, Our laughter still echoes, though you're no longer here. As I sit in reflection, the memories flow, The weight of your absence, a heavy undertow. Yet in sorrow, I find strength, a promise divine, That one day in...

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Grief is not a wound. It is a door... Hidden behind the tapestry We spent a life weaving. It opens... When we can no longer lie....

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There’s this voice that echoes inside of me,in the pit of my soul He has long sharp nails, with which he tears down the walls of my heart,peice by piece Every time my foot steps on the grass, greener than the day before He pulls me down into the Earth And I am submerged into the sea Filled with...

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With bloody hands, rusty hair and a dammed soul I walked out ,stepping on the rotten meat As my lungs struggled to breathe down the fragrance of the crime that I had committed Blue and white lights flashed my eyes And a bullet pierced through my cranium Punishing me for the crimes I had not committed, My lips...

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Digestion liquesces peppermint. I chew the leaves for both of us, an aftertaste when stillness is an afterthought. Dust gleams like the raised plastic on a debit card. Winds seem to bank and then burst through a window in a venetian blind-slatted sunshine; bars slit across you on the floor. Strangers make front entrances where shoes scuff the rug. The briefest, jagged arcs...

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Your cheeks are tending to the ground And I’m so slow today Look at the memory I’ve found Before it flies away The lifeline furrow on your palm Runs through the hills and dales Inside the storm it could be calm Despite the blowing gales My glasses gleam with gold and brown I have to go again I cannot see what time is now Could be...

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Soulmates Forever For my husband, my best friend, my always We met when the world was still wide and new, In hallways of lockers and laughter and blue. Just kids finding jokes in the folds of the day, Not knowing love had already found its way. Through dances and dreams, through growing and years, Through triumphs and troubles and teenage tears— We stayed...

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When the walls of my world crumble right in, I slip through a portal to begin Again in a softer place, where the veil is thin - On this other side I always win. Some call it dreaming, some call it flight, But I call it flipping, when strife is too tight. Changing lanes sure beats a road-rage fight, I can switch...

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Why couldn't I hold your hand? You ask Yourself in golden bowers of infinity - Was it because he felt too old to do it? It was too infantile an act to make? Questions! Always questions! It is the time. And I tear myself away from this I should not defile the memory Of the dead, or besmerch their truth - If truth...

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I. The Pastor’s Hand At dawn’s brittle cusp— he climbs, each step a nail in time’s coffin breath ragged a Psalm torn mid-hymn. The rope tastes of incense and myrrh— Liberty’s fracture braided through its fibers a wound that never quite...

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Every picture I’ve seen of you as a child, You wear your hair in plaits. A stern middle parting and two dark brown braids Falling down on each shoulder. A maypole’s dream. You would do your best to wash them when you could, When shampoo was available, Or even in the single, small bathroom. You would vigorously scrub your face too With...

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My soul’s a shell with wind of time That blows inside forever The hollow roar of waves it hides Although its calm as ever My mind’s a desolated street To fields of green and meadows It leads but not a face I meet Beneath the tangled shadows Gone is the 16 Marroway Gone is the Jansel Square The garden where Pippa played Has vanished in...

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If instinct could alert beforehand; Reflecting moments as all stand... The ought process of echoing mind, For rights to get wrongs tightly bind- Assign each voice unto confident tears, Without been paired with fearful glares. That, would make a day so bleak off sorrow, And elegant enough to seek anew cum morrow. If patience could read through broken glass... Flexing with a system depicted...

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Do insects kneel at the mire of a stronger foe? Do pages turn themselves in fear of the readers will? Do the stars flicker in panic from the watcher? Does time relieve itself at thought of the forgotten? Why then should a man created with the same flesh, blood & strength of the savior bow to such...

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On that day, the heavens split in silence, and from the void descended a clock, not of metal, not of clay, but of time’s very flesh, beating between us like a heart slowly fading. I looked upon it without fear, because I knew; endings do not arrive with cries, but with a silence that weighs heavier than any unspoken word. You were fire, and I, merely a candle burning. I...

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