Best Bereavement Poems

Grim fog, I praise the shelter of your drear,
the sundown ghost morose not grandiose,
I walk alone - but, no -- with my despair;
a bittern bids...

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She wept as they buried her one true love.
Each day thereafter she brought him a rose,
the flower she knew he was fondest of.
Her grief unbearable,...

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We buried him under the large yew tree,
We all wore thick face masks as they should be.
The shade of the green yew tree was pleasant.
Yet...

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Bha e brèagha an-de
(It was Beautiful Yesterday)


There was a sailing vessel
With many a sail proudly lapping in the wind
A flag of the Celtic honor, in...

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I know your spirit is finally free 
when I scattered your ashes yesterday 
Cancer has taken you away from me 
solitude is now the price...

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O Winter, why this desolation? Trees, once verdant now stand bare
Flowers, long in hibernation; clouds that frown with ominous stare,
Bleak winds chill the rain-soaked bones...

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Tears no longer come, 
dried ducts of wrung emotion,
denied one more drop of release.

... but only to feel

Feel your finite presence beside me,
inhaling your sweet...

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"If I could have put you in my heart, 
if but I could have wrapped you in myself,
how glad I should have been.
And now the...

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A wilted violet bows its pretty purple head,
Like me it has no energy as sorrow pleads.
My love, once so pure and vibrant now is dead.
My...

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How does it feel?
It's hard to tell
Sad when I pause
Taking moments to dwell

It's the pearl that is lost
It's the half-empty shell 
It's the un-told story
It's...

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Translation below (in progress)


Celui qui n'a pas de cœur
Ne doit jamais reposer en paix

He who has no heart
Will never rest in peace


J’étais Charlie

De ma tombe
Mon...

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Walking aimlessly through the woods
Searching for that spot we once stood
Pouring out my heart and my tears
Reliving memories of those special years

Red and orange and...

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I was wiping the dust off an old snow globe in the upstairs attic, when a mop of honey-blonde hair suddenly appeared through the wooden...

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Like tender loving arms, they wrap around
   old monuments of stone set on the ground;
those silent sentinels that stand their guard
  ...

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Hibiscus rays of light
herald the sun's stretch from slumber
in a bloom of ravishing red passion- 
Oh! how I despise dawn's blushing optimism
and lust for life!
for...

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