Best Mourn Poems
If Death should call, let me go free;
it is only Heaven beckons me.
If I should step beyond the veil
of sight and sound and voice, all is well;
I shall be glad to place my head
beneath the sod with other dead.
My spirit will not linger there
but float on myriad colored air
and dip its wings over twinkling stars
and ride the moon's bright, silver car.
At last my yearning soul will know,
forever ceased its worldly woe.
If Death comes, do not robe in black
as if you want my spirit back;
I would not want your soul to grieve
nor stand here desolate, bereaved.
I shall be glad at last to go;
rejoice with me who wished it so.
It is not a morbid, ghastly thought
but one in Grace and Glory wrought.
For just beyond life's ebbing sea,
beyond earth's pain and agony,
I dimly see the other shore
where I shall live forevermore.
Death shall but serve to chauffeur me
from galaxy to Galaxy.
His fingers do not clutch and tear
the soul from one who does not fear;
that soul is borne up in his arms
in ecstasy, without alarms.
Death will not be my dreaded fate:
He is Heaven's opening gate.
Copyright, 1987, Faye Gibson
For the little babies mourn
For the babies that are yet to be born
They are only fetusus many scorn
And mercilessly from their mothers womb torn
From every corner hear cries for human right
Yet ears are deafened to the unborns plight
Never to be heard their sqeals of delight
Never to be heard sing me a lallabuy tonight
Mums and dads don't listen to the establishment lie
Why should your innocent baby needlessly die
Why should you in retrospect needlessly cry
Why should you in hindsight say why why why
twisters swirl
nest graveyards ‘neath fallen trees
birds mourn their unborn
When crimsons are worn and winters mourn;
When time is not a clock, watch or real
And sunsets have lost their appeal -
Then I shall face my doom,
But wake me not before noon.
When you can stretch out your hand
And come with me to a nowhere land,
I will put violets in your hair.
When you can sigh with no despair,
Then I shall believe you rare.
When I stand alone and you go away
Do not dare come ask me to play.
When tomorrow is not neglected, and
finally arrives and someday is a day called now,
then you shall see relief in mine eyes.
When all words care and mountains rise higher,
When trees can breathe and apples are truly red,
Then I shall stop yelling above your head.
When flowers fail to bloom and seven years does
not mean locust, maybe then life shall focus.
When I can find my very own star
Without the need of looking far,
When I lose my urge to splurge and neglect
My search for a still burning torch,
What then .... if when?
Reflecting on years gone by
Hefty sorrow anchors my soul
Each time one of you left
My heart was left less whole
The world turns and times they change
I am living my new norm
I try to live my best life
Though for you I eternally mourn
My focus is right now and onwards
With avoidance to dwell
Yet sorrow endlessly haunts me
Despite reluctantly bidding you farewell
Each delicious breath,
Every cooling drink.
I salute your passing.
Temperatures we enjoyed,
your breezes stroked my skin,
sunlight played softly,
green fields waved salutations.
I recognize your demise.
Unfiltered sunlight on my face,
the electric drone of insects,
the melodious aviary song,
the dance of sea lions,
the taste of spring water,
Gone in a generation.
The doe greeted me on my trek
to glacier-capped peaks.
Rivers ran cerulean
reflecting a perfect sky.
I feel the loss.
Gentle rain-soaked pastures
with bouncing young sheep,
gleeful in life’s celebration.
Nature's bounty fed me.
I long for your joy.
We all do.
You splashed riches around us.
We met you with greed.
Overconsumed and ignored,
we changed you,
we hurt you.
We miss you.
An angry you remained,
not joyful, giving, or golden.
still you, but thirsty, lonely, dark.
Alone in your existence,
your children died around you.
You witnessed the deaths,
the floods, the fires,
the famines, the heat.
You mourned with us.
But we broke you, we killed you.
Your evil twin remains,
to punish us until a balance returns,
that might save a dying planet.
It is okay to mourn
the rapid speed by which this treacherous virus
caught us off guard
Now we cope, we survive, some better than others
And for so many, too many
the dignity of dying has been denied
After a life long-lived, you were left to meet the great beyond alone
cut off from those who were in your precious circle
We grieve for you
We grieve for lost moments and time that cannot be recaptured
Crowded malls, movie theater lines, standing sweaty shoulder to shoulder
in packed concert halls and bars
nodding simultaneously to familiar tunes
We grieve the mundane, predictability of our former world
Crammed in trains with intoxicated hockey fans en route to the big game
We mourn the cold we braved together
the obnoxious fans of the other team
the homeless percussionist banging out beats for bread
on their white, plastic bucket snare drum
The fairs and festivals
The planes and anticipation of travel and adventures to come
I miss you deeply
my flawed, beautiful human society of the pre-virus days
I am sickened by what this virus has done to us
You made us divided and filled our heads with wild conspiracies
You kept us trapped in our echo chambers
You drove us apart when we most needed to stick together
You wore out our battle wearied soldiers of the front line
risking it all to keep us well
to be a last connection to the human world before fading into eternity
We can never forget what you have meant for us all
It is okay to grieve my beautiful people
We will
one day
be given back some version of our former world
it will look and feel different
We will have lost great people along the way
there are more days to fight
God speed.
The icons are falling
As idols are rising
Perhaps for their gifts
Being spared coming rifts
For the poets we grieve
Are of this fabric's weave
They are this tapestry
The fibre of our society
And they have marked us so indelibly
How long should we mourn when our loved ones die?
You might move on right away or forever pose and try.
Some will weep in silence, and from some we’ll hear screams.
I hope you’re the one who gets visits in your dreams.
There is no right or wrong, no length of time.
We are all quite different, some lemon and some lime.
Whether it’s your mother or father, a friend or child.
The pain will be strong and the void drives you wild.
For those who have passed, I will carry a strong torch.
It’s for them to still see, far away on their porch.
I keep mine burning bright, like a star in the sky.
In case you were wondering, now you know why.
From far away in the heavens, in the daytime or night.
They will know I remember, when they see my bright light.
Death is but a change.
Nothing truly dies, it only takes on a new form.
Everything that was created in the beginning
Is a total of all that was and ever will be.
There can never be more or less.
Evolution at it's best.
My soul, lay in wait in euphoria to be born mortal.
Now bound in my human form.
When my vessel gives it up with faded breath
It will again be as it was created.
Perhaps to be bound again;
more lessons to learn....
The wheel turns.
Only in death perceived am I truly alive.
Immortal; without sin.
I say again,
"Do not mourn for me."
How long will this evolution continue?
Souls deposited in human prisons.
The answer, I believe, absolutely lies
behind our eyes;
in our minds.
A living computer of which we use a minute, ten percent;
certainly not as was meant.
Perhaps in another billion years , at one hundred percent, we will be
perfection of the three;
body, mind, and soul.
Our evolving complete.
To live as human immortals;
with intelligence and loving enough souls to keep our bodies ageless.
No more to evolve...
Puzzle solved.
Until that day,
I'll be on my way.
Not dead, but somewhere out there, or perhaps very close, continuing my journey.
Do not mourn for me.
time is of no consequence
life will carry out its eternal sentence
blow by blow we return vertical
nothing remains but the eternal
do not mourn the stars, as they move us
the curse of time is all but a fuss
when stars die, they drown the light
no control, no matter how much man made might
no god, no saviour among the living
only love and love remains for giving
among the distance and eternal youth
love becomes life's sleuth
what remains under light's guardian?
only love can bring me home again.
Do not mourn for me
Raise the flags full mast
With some knickers tied below
And would that someone laughed
A seed of hope I'd sow
A seed of hope which grows within
one day bears fruit enough to fill
A broken heart that's suffering
And drive away the chill
Do not mourn for me
Fill your glass to the brim
Think upon your favourite day
And should the memory start to dim
Remember love will always stay
Remember love never ends
No matter how far it seems
So as your soul slowly mends
I'll visit in your dreams
Do not mourn for me
Think of all the silly things
The songs, the jokes, the pranks we played
Your smile once more I hope it brings
I wish I could have stayed
I wish I could be with you now
And let you know that all is well
Remember that somewhere, somehow
I'm laughing still
Graveside so quiet
Tear laden relatives mourn
Today, heavy hearts
Tomorrow, spirits will lift
Whilst the living remember
There is no need to mourn, for he will go
to where no thunder quakes, no harsh winds blow.
He's going to the light where he will find
the ones who wait, the ones who are enshrined
within his heart, his kin of long ago.
He leaves this earth and leaves the life he chose,
proceeding to that tender light that glows
in front of him, no more to be confined!
There is no need to mourn.
A kind and friendly man, he had no foe
but one, the fiend that comes one day to show
itself, then slowly ravages the mind.
But grace has come and though we're left behind,
it’s to his sweet revival he will go. . .
There is no need to mourn.
Don’t Mourn for Me
When I am gone, don’t mourn for me,
Just look around, I’m in everything you see.
I’ll be in the dew that comes during the night,
You’ll find me in each snow flake that comes with the light.
You know me, for I’ll be heaven bound,
But just look and you’ll see me all around.
You can see me in the gentle morning breeze,
Or see me in the songbird perched high in the trees.
Look on our deck; see the roses growing there,
You will find me in the aroma of the early morning air.
You can see me in the moon beam that comes from the sky,
You can see me as the birds begin to fly.
Look toward the sea, as it glistens in the sun,
You can see me in the fisherman as he starts his run.
God made all these things for us to see,
That is why I’ll be in them, because I know He made me.
©2012 Lynn B Glover