Best Rief Poems
G rief
R emorse
I s
E verybody's
F ear
No one is smiling today
As the coffin takes my son away
Grief-stricken, we stand and stare
With a hole in our hearts
That death leaves there
As we stare without seeing
Realising death comes to all human beings
God takes us in his time
The next funeral attendance
Could be mine
Or any person in the world
As the script of our life span is unfurled
God alone has the eternal plan
For every human woman or man
The day will come when we must part
And fill the void, that hole in our heart
To meet our loved ones again
Freedom at last without the pain
Of living a life of sorrow
And look forward to a peaceful tomorrow
Part 1
Let there be no memories of you
Even the ones that are almost new
They remind me false promises and lies
Trust is now over with tears in my eyes
I give up on you and let myself free
Never thought this could happen to me
Goodbye didn't come easy it was hard
Grief and regret soon shall be barred
Only peace my healing heart shall guard
Part 2
You left and I waited without clue,
Maybe our love wasn't meant to thrive,
Nothing stops life and I forgive you,
For my heart to breathe and survive.
Part 3
I buried the past
forgiveness gave a new start
life is beautiful.
April 5, 2016.
Letting Go-Three Form Style - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Laura Loo
G~rief gobbles up happiness
R~emoves gladness, swallows whole
I~nternal agony lingers
E~very second despair weeps
F~orever engrained 'pon heart
Sponsor: Black Eyed Susan
Contest: Grief
Written: September 28, 2013
A
Year set stained by grief from invisible foe,
Enraged in anxiety’s malicious chains.
Accosting not only a nation but world,
Reaching the farthest, secluded parts,
Devilishly leaving no stone unturned.
Withholding grandpa from grandson,
Idly stripping people’s livelihoods,
Needlessly voiding human liberties,
Disabling dictators from their seats.
Looking now,
I see chains now fastened to skin,
New normals of ill compensation.
Grief that forms the setting of each day,
Daily death tolls alike to weather.
Only when
We are free of this eerie foe, shall
Normal be fit again to reside.
Contest: Pick-A-Title, Vol 23 - Seasonal Acrostic - Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Edward Ibeh
Date: 10/07/2020
Another loved one has too soon been taken from me.
Bereaved, now I sorrowfully speak in subdued soliloquy
Consoling myself with solemn prayers, I try not to weep.
Divine God, please hear my humble voice before I sleep.
Each life of family and friend ended with one last breath.
Fate's hands control the destiny for everyone in death.
Grief is an arduous burden to carry for those left behind.
Hearts terribly miss admired ones who come to mind.
Inconsolable am I, and those who are also left alone.
Joyless, will be the days when we kneel at the headstone.
Kindred spirits are we, in need of courage and compassion.
Lost souls with sallow faces whose complexion is ashen.
Mourning masks us with the miserable pallor of gloom.
No name can be given to the reaper; no nom de plume
Other than death, for immortality belongs to no man.
Perhaps one day when there's a change in our lifespan,
Questions will be answered when those we once revered
Return from realms of sleep. No more will death be feared.
Sullen and saturnine we will be for those we once cherished.
Treasured and loved beyond measure before they perished.
Usurped of sharing their existence, we cry, "Ashes to ashes."
Veiled are our downcast eyes to hide the flow on our lashes.
Windswept will be storms of drenching rain that will lave
Xenolith slabs of stone with chiseled names upon each grave.
Yearning that loved ones might return to us when sunlight's
Zenith reaches its peak, the pinnacle point of heavenly heights.
L-et it all hang out,
O-ne chance to be sincere;
L-et the false happiness turn
I-nto a real drop of
T-ear.
R-eveal your true feelings,
O-ne opportunity to be honest;
D-ay thirty in sunny May,
R-esolve the emotional test.
I-nside and out say it clear,
G-rief and sadness you show;
U-nder untrue appearance,
E-vade hiding fear of nothing or
Z-ero.
D-eny not the exact score,
U-sing your facial expression;
L-et the words voice out,
P-lacing you in right position.
I-n your mind, heart and soul,
N-ever hesitate nor doubt;
A-ct without dissimulation, just let it all hang out.
Hear sad whispers from the valley,
Their mournful song surround,
Lone lily lost its luck lately,
For grief, its petals bound.
Feel your false fear following you,
Cautious words genuine,
A black dahlias danger rings true,
Heed these words or your ruin.
Taste of madness wrath invoke,
Things said to fuel the fire,
Dance tiger lily to provoke,
White hot rage cuts like a brier.
Sights of delight beyond belief,
Hopeful things I find here,
Yellow daffodils sing a rief,
Love eternal spring cheer.
Grief fills my days with forever loss,
Red roses withered on cold stones:
In my head, I see the creeping green moss,
Embracing the names engraved. And the moaning bones;
Fear encompasses me. For I am frightened of the deathly groans.
T-he
I-nteresting
T-hought
O-ffers
D-elight
A-bating
G-rief
A-nd
N-egativity
Topic: Birthday of Tito D. Dagan (March 17)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
M-use
E-rases
G-rief
R-elieving
E-motional
I-rritation
A-s
N-ifty
A-crostic
N-icely
G-ives
U-s
L-ovely
O-pportunity
Topic: Birthday of Meg Reian Angulo (July 08)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
A-gony
N-ow
G-ets
E-xciting
L-ife
M-aking
A-nyone's
G-rief
L-ook
U-nknown
Y-elling
A-t
N-othing
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Monocrostic (Birthday of Angel Magluyan)
J-ust
U-pend
D-istress
Y-ou
A-lways
N-egate
N-ullifying
O-r
R-elieving
T-he
E-motional
G-rief
A-ctually
Topic: Birthday of Judy Ann Ortega (February 27)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
H-eavenly
E-xpression
N-otably
R-elieves
Y-our
M-ishap
A-nd
G-rief
A-mazingly
N-egating
A-nguish
Topic: Birthday of Bro. Henry Magana, Jr (June 04)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
O-pen
R-ays
L-et
Y-ou
A-bate
N-ight
G-rief
U-sing
L-ife's
O-pportunities
Topic: Birthday of Orly Angulo (March 27)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
C-annot choose but be happy,
A-s I see the joyful tears;
R-ise of the beacon begins,
L-ight above the horizon
A-ppears.
G-rief has just hidden
U-nder the dark oblivion;
A-mount of mirth has given
N-othing but jubilation.
Z-one of the new dawn
O-bliterates the agony;
N-ovember twenty-seventh Monday, I cannot choose but be happy.