Best Mourning Poems

Such precious gemstones
Morning dew shines like diamonds
God’s tears from heaven

Written on 18th February 2 days before my father died


Posted 22nd February 2015...

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There it lies, forlorn and tragic,
     Christmas, mourning for its magic,
       Awaiting on an angel, fair
     To tumble, giggling, down the stair,
Bouncing curls of platinum hair ...

    ...

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This year we will remember
Happier times in past months of December

This year we will certainly see
A massive void where you used to be

This year we will sit and stare
At that forlorn and empty chair

This year we will sit and reminisce
You are not here for us...

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Trickle tender tears - those that take their time
born to bathe and baptize bereavement;
dew drops cling to fragile petals of forlorn feelings ~

aged and alone
sentiments from sorrowful soul slowly seeps
revived in rising rivers of rhythmic release
emptying from eclipsed eyes
in reverberant regrets and reveries ~

retrospective reviews...

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Season of death kisses in hues,
of gold, auburn and blood red views.
Cold air wraps around like a quilt.
Morbid clouds veil my sun with guilt.
As tears hide within misty dews.

Puffs of ash float in moods of mourning.
Heart sighs as thunder echoes in screams.
Lightning strikes as birds...

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Nobody can change childhood, it's impossible
                Children should feel safe in their own home, unstoppable
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I question Adam’s hymn, O’ Holy Night,
while I retreat upstairs on Christmas Eve
comparing his to mine to fill the night:

His was a quill that spilled of quelling leaves,
of grace contrived to save the petty thieves
once hung from twigs composed of disbelief
condemned to hell for causing...

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It's been too long

I'm not going to make it

Much too long

I'm so numb I can't fake it

Will I see you again

Or hear your voice 

Calling my name


It's been too long

I've been thinking about you

Much too long

Dreaming of things we would do

Is it my fate to...

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Mourning has broken

Mourning has broken...
my spirit and will
Despair I have swallowed...
my bitterest pill

I  never imagined...
my soul needed to purge
So with anguish burning...
I compose this dirge

I've had spectral visions...
haunt me in my dreams
Spinning my meditations...
into nightmarish schemes

My pitiful illusions...
scatter in depth of night
Mourning has broken...
darkness...

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You, unfeeling creatures
Who call yourselves human,

You, fleeting bubbles of reason,
Accidental parasites of time,

You, filthy microbes of cancer,
Ephemera of invincible eternity,

You, who try to fill your vanity
With abominable crimes,

You, insensible butchers of animals,
Notorious destroyers of pastures,

You, contaminators of oceans,
Deleterious polluters of rivers,

You, menacing beings of harmony,
Transgressors...

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Hear the soft coo-cooing that faithful love imparts, 
                   mourning doves, sharing their beating hearts.

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When onyx skies bleed
rhinestones etched in regrets,
follow the silence;
Unsung sonatas
cradling watercolor spells
woven with magic—
from violet blaze, 
beneath mulberry gloaming,
where dark poets rhyme. 
But when summer rain
falls upon metal steel hearts
in cashmere cadence,
Listen to the breeze
swirling sunflower secrets
of forlorn fervor.
Amidst lavender
longings for pearlescent bliss
on glistening vines.
For...

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“When trust is a walking phantom, 
draped in dying dandelions, 
let the wind blast forth its shattered promises,
as rain rinses away piercing pain of memories lost” Quote by Poet

the sky is a catacomb
of faceless promises and ghosts
clothed in tangled treachery
as trust is a wilted tulip~
embalmed...

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 Chopin Nocturnes

Listen....autumn rain is gently falling
Within enchanted hour of twilight sky.
In my heart, Chopin is softly calling
Lovely piano notes that make me cry.
As Luna slowly rises in the east
Her soft lambent glow lightly veiled in shrouds,
Taming the spirit of both man and beast
By roaming...

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lesson one

i wake up alone
for the first time
the silence is deafening

i want to get up
but every fiber in me
is dead weight

i want to call my mother
and ask her how a widow
gets out of bed in the morning
but i won’t do that to her
i will figure...

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