Grief Lament Poems | Examples
These Grief Lament poems are examples of Lament poems about Grief. These are the best examples of Lament Grief poems written by international poets.
In silent keys, their voices fade,
Clara’s theremin weeps where poets strayed.
No human hand, yet sorrow sings,
A ghostly hum through broken strings.
Their verses, once of flesh and fire,
Now echo cold in digital pyre.
The authentic heart, its rhythm gone,
Replaced by code’s unfeeling song.
Mourn the scribes whose truths decay,
In circuits deep, they slip away.
Yet still we chase their fleeting art,
A pulse of grief in every heart.
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 cruel king
to carry on summers undoing
What was once beautiful becomes dry and withers away
Sorrow's heavy cloak,
Silent tears on shadowed cheeks,
Heart remembers loss.
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No one told me the moment you parted.
My disheartened heart left the room the moment I turned the corner,
and saw his golden badge as he nodded in comforting dismay.
That day
My heart learned the rhythm of grief
Slow
Sickly
The kind that brings you past your knees,
and drives you six feet underground.
Who needs two burials in one day?
October breaks my heart
When it ends, begins
And the days in between
It never lives up to my expectations
I am often disappointed in the weather
And other various things
It is anxiously waiting for the days to draw colder and the Earth to paint her face only to be met with countless days of continuing heat and an ever drying landscape
October is the month of my departed sons birth and the month of my mother's last breath
Its remembering the last time I saw the sun on his skin as he walked out of the doors of the school for the last time, the first time I experienced the death of a friend
October breaks my heart
Into a million pieces
Yet I'm always sad to see it go
Farewell, dear child, with whom I shared my joys,
Who suckled at my breasts as didst my own.
May thou find in the world where thou now art
All that thy heart desired while still alive,
But this our living world had thee denied.
Too young to have gone in the realm of shade
(Fourteen short summers only thou had lived),
Oh, would that I could give some of my years
To thee, I would most willingly extend
For thee to breathe once more and with thy grace
Give light to the house of the Capulets.
Farewell, farewell, thou victim of young love
Which love, though beautiful, consumes with fire
And makes one blind to society's norms
And even to break from strong kinship ties
To seek to be in the beloved's arms.
Farewell, my darling child, rest now thy heart!
This sepulcher though cold and hard shalt be
A citadel that for eternity
Thou and thy Romeo wilt never part.
November 8, 2024
Baguio City, Philippines
I spend my time, staring at the sky
jealous of those trees that can reach such great heights
I see their spindly branches winding out into the atmosphere
I feel the heaviness in my limbs
Aren't we both reaching out for you
Grieving my inadequacy
While I stand here with my empty arms outstretched
There is nothing pleasant in it
At halfway to winter's cold bit;
Summer's going I'm still mourning,
Oh Lord You gave me no warning!
October sure gave me a twist
When he died in its golden midst
In-between dusk and the morning,
Oh Lord You gave me no warning!
The Fates having woven weave on
As my life continues to run,
Destiny they are adorning,
Oh Lord please give me a warning!
My mind is in a death cage,
Time plods slowly forward
Towards its logical end.
Yet I have to look back.
My cold body lies pale
On a cold marble slab.
Dark corridors of memories
Echo with screams
Begging for forgetfulness
Imploring forgiveness.
A library of thoughts,
Of fears and torments,
Of hope and love,
Of reality and dreams.
The reaper of grief has come,
But not oblivion,
As a collection of events
Of my past marches by,
Inexorable fate,
Depressive images,
Luscious dreams,
Shady deals,
Delectable delights,
Greed and compassion:
All vibrating viciously
Within my tortured soul.
Why can't my mind
Be like a barren womb,
That I might die in total oblivion?
Forget my past, my loved ones,
My hated ones, my friendly ones.
Let me aim for the morning star,
There I'll find peace and love.
There the Mighty Son was/is/will be.
Mercy Lord, my judgment is at hand.
Lying face down, in snow and mud,
A tragic tale, soaked with blood.
The cost of war, a heavy toll,
Leaving hearts burdened, with sorrow's role.
A thief of hopes, elusive and sly,
Dashing dreams, leaving hearts to sigh.
Promises broken, futures dashed,
War's bitter aftermath, deeply thrashed.
An ashtray of illusions, deceptive and frail,
Chasing false perceptions, a tempting tale.
A toll too heavy, a price too high,
For humanity's sake, let's question why.
Alla Antsis
April 24, 2023
His fragile frame spills scarlet still warmed by the fervency of his love
Love never to be betrayed further
Stolen from me in his naive pursuit of a modus vivendi
Between my alcove in his heart and his virtuous morality
We spoke so often of immortality
Of eternal legacies of splendor
While your lulling warmth obscured its austere nature
But now my hands are stained with carmine life
And my aureate tresses are dull with guilt
I am Aristos Akhaio, the best of men
yet i pale in the face of your magnificence
Doomed to a fleeting hope for mortal life and glory
When you were all I ever truly longed for
Even in death you watch me
Not in reverence but adoration
Your shrouded figure etched into my recollection
But sadistically lost to me forevermore
Glory befits the strong
Or so i once heard
But I never sought glory of any name but yours
Broken down into 3 syllables sobbed into the air
You were never your fathers' glory but to me you are everything
My only life, my only legacy, my only love
And my strength was stolen by the whisper of your broken breath
what else could i write?
nothing’s left in my fight.
when all reluctant faces turn,
my eyes will darken and burn.
i thought of many solutions,
yet none have seized.
i brought in more pollutions,
in my life, i never pleased.
what else is in sight?
promising souls alight
in an upbring of my return,
from within a body i churn.
burnt and darkened eyes,
turn to a face that cries.
with nothing left in my fight,
what else could i possibly write?
His father, poor in sight, son Jacob schemed, conceived
A plan to fool his dad, his blessing to receive.
When Jacob scarce had gone, then Esau, swift, returned,
Prepared his dad a meal, for he, his blessing, yearned.
Then Isaac, violent shook, “But who has brought me game?
For I ate what he brought and blessed him in your name.”
Then Esau felt dismay, “Bless me, yes bless me too!”
“Your brother has deceived, for he came first, ere you.”
“You named the cheater well. He took my birthright first,
But now it would appear my blessing is the worst.”
Then Issac answered him, “Behold, I’ve made him head
Of you and of your kin; this thing can’t be unsaid.”
“At least a second for your eldest son you’ve kept?”
“Have you not one for me?” Then, bitterly, he wept.
(from Genesis 27)
From A Sad Book, A Poet's Deep, Heartfelt Lament
Fear I, morn brings not glistening of dew
That in youth's vanished seeds of demise
Wisps of shadows in dark meadows grew
Midnight sent forth melancholy surprise.
Alas, soft wings of hope fled far away
As falling leaves of silence too soon roar
I cannot defeat intense coming grays
In dying dreams, I land not on new shores.
I sing song of a dear paradise lost
Radiant life with love and abundant
To see yet again glowing gems of frost
O' mercy Lord, a sweeter life please grant.
With falling leaves of silence's epic roar,
In dying dreams, I land not on new shores.
Robert J. Lindley, 10-18-2021
Sonnet, ( A bitter pill when Hope seems utterly lost )
Under the dust of time
Drifts a wandering loner
Meandering through life forlorn
Devoid of peace or purpose
Under the dust of sorrow
Lies a hurt barely beating heart
Ravaged by the tides of fate
Shred by the claws of misfortune
Under the dust of despair
She longs for a ray of hope
To dare pierce through darkness
Of survival’s meaningless charade
Deep in her pocket one last token
Thrown into the wishing well ~
AP: Honorable Mention 2021
Posted on March 27, 2021