Grief Iambic Pentameter Poems

Blowing up things, unfortunately,
Birth’s the printing of endless money.
By Gov’ments and world money makers,
That overwhelm global undertakers.

Yet we cry out that war is unsound,
That it...

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I walked across the sparkling morning dew.
A path where once uncommon beauty grew.
A bench we shared, woeful, lone, and broken, 
echoes a promise that we...

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Her husband's kisses made her heartbeat quicken;
he held her hand and whispered, 'Happy birthday' -
and for a moment, Janet felt convinced his
untimely death had been...

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The word balloons may stir a pleasant thought 
of happy times- to which they're often brought
to celebrations for so many things-
alone or grouped together by...

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7/25/21. Hope Cycle

Grief, like Love, is a seasonal thing.
It comes and seems to last forever,
Driving its tentacles deeper
Than it seems possible to penetrate;
Forcing the oozing...

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To blind ones and those cursed with leprosy -
the outcast souls who knew not man's compassion -
he touched and healed, that they might feel and...

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To all the fallen of Covid 19
whose deaths were unrecorded and unseen
To those who languished in intensive care
where Fear unmasked itself to mock each prayer

To...

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there is average Joe Schmo
who seeks no more to know
than he exists 
and he goes with the flow of the show

others tell him there’s much...

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SHOW TIME - Mr. MUELLER, YOU'RE FIRED
Come life and death of it you blessed rhapsody
you've played for long enough and now it's time to go
there's...

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Really? Iambic Pentameter.

    Oh well, this is where you really put your foot in it.  No! Not your mouth!
Not the hokey...

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I didn't have a chance to say goodbye,
to let you know how dear you are to me
and though my chance is gone, I still will...

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Introducing myself with confidence,
Trusting to find something with potential.
Once again, the skeleton of a beat 
Soul.  life gingerly drawn from the spirit.

Our loyalty should...

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My mind is boggled down
My chest feels wrapped too tight,
Just wanna curl up in a ball
Sure as hell don't wanna fight.

I wanna lean back in...

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(blank verse)


Not long, but clear and strong, came Dad to me.
His death was tear-fresh grief most numbing new.
Dad's words steered me away from tragedy
And gave...

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SHOWTIME
Come life and death of it you blessed rhapsody
you've played for long enough and now it's time to go
there's not a better time than now...

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