Grief Poems | Examples of Grief Poetry

There’s a song without music I hum While I wait for your call every night And the lyrics that usually come “You’re my everything, you’re the light” But the rest I’ve forgotten, exept That together-forever trope And of course there were tears I wept And most likely, the blessings of hope Though it all may not matter this time But it does, even...

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There’s an old, abandoned pet cemetery hidden near the woods At the end of desolate dirt road far away from neighborhoods It’s rumored to have a haunted grave, where apparitions appear at night Among the many old ghostly statues that during the day is a peaceful sight Eerie cries at night and groaning sounds are rumored to be heard Many...

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Coming back home, after a long stint south, I passed the blue sign on the turnpike that reads “Massachusetts Welcomes You.” Under the “Welcomes,” some Mayflower blooms, And a chickadee perches there, under the ‘You.” I’d seen this bird busying our woods as a boy, Seen its black helmet with small streaks of white, Flitting from thickets to rest on a branch, Or...

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Gate of GODFORSAKEN GRAVE yard made sound. A girl with GRIEF -STRICKEN face to enter. Her long dress of GOSSAMER touched the ground. She walked and reached almost at centre. It was Moonlit night...

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The “Mayday” radio call message was the final voice from Air India 171 flight bound for London seconds before it crashed creating an eternal memorial for 241 gracious beings, with one survivor. My heartfelt sympathy and condolences to every family member, friend, and associate of those who made their ascent into the heavenly realms. May...

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A guilty man's bride was sadly taken. Heaven's gate was closed - no prayer could save. Grief-stricken, this poor man, godforsaken, saw a grim vision of his future grave. A sad, ghostly figure did awaken, groaning, "your soul will always be the slave of memories when your heart was shaken". Fate's words would on his heart and tomb, engrave. This gossamer...

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In Ankara and Moscow, the ground is crimson red ~ a carpet spread on fields once green. Life’s fluid, like red gold, flows as scarlet runoffs into Ottoman rivers – lifestreams of Rossiyane and Turks spilled from their inner oceans. Their bones ~ lifeless as strings of dead fish, litter seas once full of life. The tears of fatherless children fill the Black Sea, their futures...

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I am from sitting in the front row church pew I never wanted to be in twice. The genuine smiles in the photos on the memory board were oh-so-different from The ones we plastered on at the American Legion and the Irish pub There we gulped bottomless Shirley Temples and spent twenty dollars on darts. All to distract ourselves...

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When death is spoken the word clings to the skin like a heart, once broken not knowing how or when when death comes to call the tears feel like the wind stilling the spirit of us all wondering how we’ve sinned? When death is on the mind there is a feeling of such confusion might our time - life just rewind was it all just a...

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L-ight E-ternal A-lways C-reates R-adiance I-n S-orrows O-f S-ouls T-o O-pen M-inds O-ptimistically ©bfa061825 Monocrostic (Birthday of Lea F. Crisostomo) ...

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a view before the glass plane the sun bears her love upon your face your tears are necessary for me to swallow as one day, my name will bear not love, but grief, and, i fear. . . that will starve you of life – by sorrow. my journey nears an end beyond belief and i cannot venture any...

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I was already drowning but I missed the rain I hate the heat and the way I fall victim to the suns fury He tricks me in spring with his warm rays Enticing me with trickles of light that dance between the blooming trees A waltz of flowers , a delight for my eyes How quickly he turns, a...

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Even in beautiful places, I am not allowed to litter— not even a word. I bleed even in happy spaces, beside those who worship or simply enjoy their meal. And I am dying inside, in silence and in shame, for I do not belong— and I have never found a place to bleed and heal....

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Every moment gave me butterflies yes it did, And I hope from the gaze of jealous gods our love we had hid. There was light cuz you were there, Now i wander like an ascetic unbeknownst to end up where. Now grief clings to me like rife, Maybe we will meet again my love in another life, Maybe in another...

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longevity... a natural proclivity of the mind the want... the desire to live a long... prosperous life basking in rays of sunshine... though even in the midst of life's strife's we dig our heels in and deal with life's spills... in hushed awareness we know one day the curtain will close our sun will set in our medley of...

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