Grief Free Verse Poems

I drank a sip of coffee
from the hand of that gentle beloved—
and with it,
I said goodbye.

Yet the bitterness of parting
never fades from memory.
Grief beads like...

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Yesterday,
I was writing poems about small things—
how small beings dwell,
how they endure,
the quiet life we don't notice.
A spider spinning a web in a corner.
A bird...

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To the strongest
Woman I’ve ever known,
The brightest light in every 
Room, Church,
Hall and building
That she 
Ever entered.

To the strongest 
Woman I’ve ever known,
You never knew
How...

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I wish you knew her 
When You’re A Good Man, Charlie Brown was running
I wish you would’ve seen her that night
Beaming with pride
At her grandchild...

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I haven’t truly lived until now. 
I have been locked away for so long 
In a small room in a place that was never my...

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Oh, my little angel, looking into your 
eyes wasn’t easy as you always had 
them closed,
Happy and peaceful as you enjoyed 
your afternoon doze,
I wonder...

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My heart aches, for hours and hours.
Each beat a whisper of longing, each breath a silent cry.
Time moves on, though the weight of sadness stays.
Drowning...

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Stop the War 
Stop the war — we cry to every sky,
Where smoke replaces stars and children die.
From Gaza’s grief to Iran’s silent screams,
The world...

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Written June 17, 2025.
Title: “In Stars Above.”
Contest: This or That, Vol 34.
Sponsor: Edward Ibeh.


They say stars are dead things,
light still traveling from a time
before love...

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In Savannah's heart, where wild things play,
A wanderer roamed, lost in a dreamy way.
He searched for wonder, for magic in the air,
And found the Queen,...

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One day, i am going to grow wings, 
And leave this place behind and never look back.
One day, i am going to grow wings,
And live...

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Today is one month since my son left the earth
How can life just move on like nothing happened?
I am still reeling and trying to accept...

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(On Father's Day)


Like most mornings, I awoke,
Got out of bed on the left side.
Not sure if that was the wrong side,
But I know for certain,
It...

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In twilight’s hush, where shadows blend,
Some hearts grow still, their warmth descends.
A mask they wear, so smooth, so bright,
Concealing voids that shun the light.
Their eyes,...

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You arrive like the first word
of a language I didn't know
I was born to speak—

slender as the space between
breath and prayer,
a rose opening in the...

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