Funeral Heartbreak Poems

Tick...
Time has moved on
but I’m standing still...
No matter where I go, I can never run away.
Gray, gray, gray, it’s all gray, everything, gray.
Tock...
They say you're...

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He taunted me with hope
When there was no hope for us.
We were past, the past
Gone from today and tomorrow,
Boldy planted in the memories who haunted
Me...

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For Brian Blankenship, a heart worth remembering


Stronger than I could imagine being,
Reminding me that love isn’t always agreeing –
But it is fiercer than a roaring...

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Great sorrow felt.
That judgement thou dealt. 
Selfish and blinded.
Unbridled.
Nature divided.
Absolutely required. 
Discarded as folly.
Parried as play.
Honor and pride.
Mother beholden....

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You're on my mind more 
Then usual.
  Two years ago,
Our love funeral.

  I felt every second of
These two years.
  I'm still waiting...

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i remember my grand-mother
when she sang in the choir
at her baby sister's funeral

it wasn't till decades later
that i began to fathom
the depths of her grief



AP:...

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I am a shadow of the darkness
Not a pair of eyes can see me
But everyone feels me inside their brain

I attack you when you are...

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The moment was silent, stillness
Covered my thoughts in melancholy
Quiet hope shimmering on the skies
Just stardust glimmers lighting the night
In gentle breaths of warming moonlight

Heartfelt loss...

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Another day is about to die, 
And another tear in my eye 
Just blazes and sparkles. 
We are simply standing in the darkness 
Feeling the...

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Lately I’ve been Fighting DemoNs
For what seems like no reason
Kick me out like I’m a heathen
You broke my heart, now that’s treason
You were my only...

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In a world which I birthed at the back of my brain
it is neither night nor day
beginnings and endings blended
in a perpetual purgatory of purple...

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WINTERS HOUSE 
Black, bare in despair 
alone to nowhere 
On a corner crossroads to everywhere
Sits a house half-forgotten 
a house full of itself and memories
Dark...

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Act Eight, Chapter One. Part Two
                Part of a grander...

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In the door 
in the house 
as it sits, dilapidated
the weeds tangles ruined floors
the door is a jar  
In the shadows
of a vacant room
Littered...

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Down secret streets, I glide
Down boulevards that twist and turn
Down the lanes of lost imagery 
I have seen in vacant rooms
Of awakenings
Of wandering shadows
Your eyes...

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