Grief Blank Verse Poems

Morning Thoughts

Sunday morning, heavy mist clings to the building
the bay of Cascais is shrouded as a grief-striking widow 
inaudibly her sigh, but her eyes are...

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I miss the thing we were, I miss us
Everything started with you
And everything with you halted
"I am scared to lose you" might have been a...

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That morning
you had asked
your maid
why she wasn't
smiling happily.
Was it not
Independence Day?

She had paused
in her meticulous
dusting of you
priceless paintings.
She had looked 
at you;
dead eyes
set in a
blank...

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Gene futility

 How can we look at a child and kill it, by using “it”
we have distanced ourselves from the child they are no longer
unique,...

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Daisy morning, birds chirping,
Beautiful sunsets,dreamy night,
How fast the day spent by looking
At these beautiful sights.

Magical time and wonderful moments,
Take away the worries of the day,
Yet...

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Writing my poetry is like breathing,
the words fall onto the page with a sigh;
they inhale and exhale gasping for life,
and finally breathing and whispering.

Each poem...

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One needs to believe in good ~ not evil, 
our life is short then we go far away. 
Many believe in the heaven above, 
many...

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By growing in knowledge and understanding,
     pain may increase;
          then the bubble...

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Her heart stopped at his words,
preventing stream of tears , she looked at the sky;
remembered the lord and pray
Oh lord, please fulfill the wishes of...

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Reading alone gets wit and wisdom,
Wide reading increases knowledge,
We can learn a lot by that process,
That only paves the way for growth.

We must make a...

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I remember my phone ringing loudly
The sun had only just begun to peer across the horizon

There was a familiar voice on the other line,
“It’s grandpa...”

I...

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Girl, how many ashes of baked pictures have 
fought the scars you brew from affaire d'honneur
[our routinely arguments]?

Your sister heart fought the noisy lust
the untamed...

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TAKING ME HOME

Mosquitoes tore at my skin
small but lethal
I struck at them but they were too fast
so I sat and bled

Bleeding, sitting in the restaurant...

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. for public domain

Each teardrop from her cheek,
bore her grief,
and grazed the coffin near the altar.
The grange hall chapel was so quiet.

A few hollers away,
on...

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Midway up and down
I have met this gentleman crying 
Sobbing with grief abound
Nerves popping like rivers
He sat on the bench next to me
Holding his swollen...

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