Grief Poems | Examples of Grief Poetry

We share our grief without language, for we often cannot summon the words. For our gestures give answers when voices fail. Grief is shared many ways: In a deep lingering, soul-searching gaze of eyes. Gentle touches on arms or shoulders. A deep long hug or embrace. Teardrops shed with shudders and sobs. Two hands gently cupping one with care. Fingers brushing away the salt...

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O classroom once alive with gentle voices, Where morning greetings bloomed so bright and clear, I leave you now—stripped of certain choices, Unheard, unseen, dismissed through quiet fear. The silence came—a shadow down the hall, Erasing names without a single word. No answer rose to break the rising wall, No hand reached out, no empathy was stirred. The leader’s crown slipped heavy from...

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Trapped in layers of sin, ambiguity, and shame. The man walks the loud, but still, lonely streets of the city, searching for something that he does not know. The discarded man. A man standing in the wilderness, screaming out shrieks of pain that are lost in translation. The man fears he is alone. The man...

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It’s been three years.? And I can breathe again— ?most days.? I smile without faking it,? laugh without guilt.? I’ve grown.? I’ve lived.? I’ve kept going. But then,?a photo falls out of a drawer, ?or a song finds its way through the static,? and suddenly I’m back—? not broken,? but bruised.? Not drowning, ?but still feeling the weight? of everything I can’t say to you. It doesn’t hurt like it used...

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I wish I could’ve whispered To my young and clueless self That this boy lives on a timer This boy really needs help It was already written down By nature’s cruel hand It was craved into the stars He’ll try, but won’t withstand One day I was in English class I got a breaking...

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Grief has made my world darker for a time I have lost a huge part of my family, someone who left this world way too early I have felt some guilt about not being about not being able to stop it I have felt overwhelmed by the strong emotions that such a loss entails and the world has felt so much less...

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Night wraps me softly in her arms, Whispering secrets, weaving charms. She cradles echoes in my chest, A quiet breath, a gentle rest. Her cloak conceals my hidden scars, Each one a story traced by stars. She treads with footsteps calm and slow, Through empty halls where shadows grow. By day, she hides behind the sun, But when the world is overrun, She dons my...

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O hush of night, you sacred veil, Who cradles hearts when strength grows frail— Receive this soul, so gently stirred, Whose silent grief has gone unheard. Receive this soul, so gently stirred, Whose silent grief has gone unheard. You walk with those the world forgets, Who carry dreams like faded debts. The ones who smile through aching breath, And meet each dawn with quiet...

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We bring the dead flowers, Heavy with sorrow’s weight, Petals trembling in cold hands, Blooming just to fade away Upon a place where no one lives. Tears fall slow like winter rain, Nourishing grief buried deep, Roots tangled in forgotten earth, Reaching out for a whispered breath. The wind hums soft a mournful song, Echoes of lives once bright and near, Leaves shiver in the quiet...

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Flower for an Empty Grave We gather where the silence grows, Where wind and memory softly blow. A stone, a name, a date, a place- No voice remains, no trace of face. Yet still we come, with hands full-grown Of flowers plucked from gardens sown In grief and love-a solemn bloom To grace the silence of a tomb. We know the truth: the grave...

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Do you know what it feels like to brush your fingers against a lifeless image and pretend it’s enough? To touch thread instead of skin, to cry into cloth because the man you loved is no longer made of bone and breath? It’s rage, not just grief. Because he deserved more. More than a silent death, more than a blurred photo, more than a world that...

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I hate myself sometimes I wish I could go back and not have to go through all of those obstacles I think what is wrong with me? Why does the same thing keep happening? I gave and gave expecting love back but all I got was disloyalty You used me when you felt like it So i...

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TODAY’S POTUS’ RED LARVA Making The Nation Great Again, he’s erupting Our democracy: Oppressive lava flowing Hot power-mongering blood:- ...

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I speak—not from a podium or palace, But from the soil, soaked in blood and silence. From beneath the green womb of the Congo, Where my bones lie broken—but not my spirit. You—who call yourselves the civilised, The democratic, the free— What freedom do you preach While your machines chew through the bones of my children? I see your flags in the forests...

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The Gates of Hades today I visited your Grave my love I wasn’t sure if you noticed this cemetery is in a Godforsaken place the knobby old weeping willows lend a Ghostly tenor to the site the wind blowing through the trees makes a Groaning sound or perhaps it is just my imagination I am still Grief-stricken since that time ten years ago when your soul...

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