Long Grieve Poems
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There are worlds yet to be conquered
Storms to overcome
Face to face with the enemy
Battles to be won
Don't look back, keep raging on
Your time is almost here
You'll find your greatest challenge was
To overcome your fear
The battleground is life itself
A never ending war
Between good and evil, right and wrong
No one keeping score
Once fear is gone, you'll find your way
Your heart will no longer grieve
You'll find there's nothing you can't do
If only you believe
The hardships faced just made you strong
New horizons now in sight
There are times you need to walk away
And times to stand and fight
You were led into this battle
And the consequences large
Now you've beaten down your fears
This time you lead the charge
Now you are the champion
Standing alone, to fight no more
But unless you had faith and love in your life
Then you still have lost the war.
Her silence was her silent grieve,
A veil that few could ever perceive,
But deep within, a fire burned,
A fighter's spirit, undeterred and unturned.
She was no weak soul, as they thought,
A woman with courage, battle fought,
Resilient, bold, and strong at heart,
A woman king, who'd never depart.
In her soul, a fire burning bright,
She will rise from the ashes, take her rightful flight,
A woman of strength, of power, and grace,
In her journey, she will find her rightful place.
Though, darkness may assail,
She will stand tall and strong, her spirit shall prevail.
For she's a woman, a king deep within her core,
Unyielding, unbroken, forever she will soar.
Death will come to all who dwell upon this earth.
We are all assigned a number, it’s given to us at birth.
None will know the day or the hour in which it comes.
It’s best to savor each meal, even the tiniest bits of crumbs.
For those who open their hearts, love will be there when they leave.
Dying is not the end, but it’s something we all must grieve.
For every love obtained, there is a life that’s never lost.
We all will live and die, that is mortality’s bitter cost.
Live in every moment, that sixty seconds will come and go.
For every minute lived, that is less grief that you will know.
Learn to love each day, your memories will all be reckoned.
Cherish the time you get, right down to that final second.
Like the autumn weaves warmth
With hope and grace,
Inspirations in temptations of laughing scarlet,
Blazing tangerine and glorious gold,
Soothing away the darkness as beautiful
Casts its shadow over my spirit,
A dream reflecting peace that rouses me to remember
Where there was a choice, reserved for joy,
Light was the sustaining power –
Arriving in my unwritten absence,
When bold flames of passionate bronze
Faded into the summer and reminded me why,
Why I was like the dwindling moon, sliding beneath
Stardust dreams, coloring the night
In ebony history – grimly waning ways,
Soothing away the fog of yesterday and creating
Intimacy in the bonds of laughter and compassion,
The seclusion so liberating, smiling into the moments,
Erasing the black and putting away the smallest tasks
Excusing melancholy and blaming dusk
For its exasperating way of giving in to doubt,
Listening to the enchantress, lunation
Who boldly praises the nocturnal memories,
Roaring and seeking temptations,
So wise and wonderful they cling to the flesh,
Like sweat shimmering and sliding,
Sticking to the moments in an abiding grace –
Is memory so brave as the reflection it gave,
The intimacy between two echoes,
Night and day, yesterday, the past – weaved
Into the present moment, erasing the wistful wish
Who dreams light yet focuses on the night
And remembers only to agree with autumn’s brave kindness,
The memory like a taunting of two thoughts,
One of love and one of sorrow, each with their own fears
Their very own tears and so many trusted years
When everywhere there was light
Poured out on endless stirrings of what it is
To give in to the past and its spirit,
The blessings rising like a mist across the mountains,
The moments when life fades in sterling sands
Visions of kindness when life is truth
And life binds the days with praise,
An aching praise who restores and renews,
Invites the beautiful to breathe
And the sadness to grieve…
This is the past and it’s healing will give hope
To the ones who remember
A clinging ache, meant to break…
Yes, there is victory in the faith who believes
God wins – in the end, GOD WINS!
I who once was beguiled by shallow love,
Like love-god Cupid did make a wrong choice,
While youthful mind of mine loveless did starve
Of wanton sport that had a transient voice.
All furtive joy spring from unconscious guilt,
That grieve me, and no longer have their worth,
The tower of Hope in course of time I built,
Doth tumble with Contrition’s sudden birth.
Thy nonchalant face speaks of false amour,
And for thy sake ascetic I must be,
If thou cannot, who can me thus allure?
But rue I must, my heart’s ensnared to thee.
Now with the fleeting moment thou art gone,
Woe loves him best who is by Love forlorn.
7th February, 2018
You know that feeling, the feeling of being hurt by a loved one
The one that gets you reeling, life no longer seeming to be fun
When you felt a certain way only to find out you assumed wrong
For our emotion can often betray for I am not nearly that strong
It's only later you come to realize that that just wasn't the case
When something inside just dies and now all you feel is disgrace
You said some really stupid things and even though you're sorry
It's the consequences that it brings because they will always be
Now try imagining this, doing the same thing but to God instead
A point one might miss until that day they speak of you as dead
Such the feeling you'd receive in now knowing You were wrong
Oh how the soul will grieve for without Jesus oh how it will long
But you are not finished and that sentence is not yet complete
A point not to be diminished especially when life seems replete
As one day it will be too late maybe even sooner than you think
As I said this is your fate, but it could all be over in a blink
for King & Country - It's Not Over Yet
Do not weep for me my love
My time was up, I had to leave.
Received the calling from above
Now watch your sadness as you grieve.
Your heart is broken, so is mine
My tears cascade like falling rain.
My destiny to walk the line
In death, I too can feel the pain.
You must go on without me there
And when you think of me know this.
The love we had was ours to share
Each other bound in wedded bliss.
My time clock on the earth was through
I’ve crossed now to the other side.
I ask my darling this from you
Forgive the fact that I have died.
To stay with you I had no choice
Though I’m now gone, you’ll feel me near.
Close your eyes, you’ll hear my voice
Call out to you “I love you dear.”
But you still have so much to do
I’ll wait until you come to me.
And when you time is also through
Together, then we’ll always be.
SADDENED
Hardly anything sadder
Than when you lose a best friend
And don’t know how it happened
Or what brought it to an end?
The long echoing silence
Sadly shared between the two
and one of them not knowing
If anything they could do?
Efforts are not invited
Nor want to be received
Leaving the one still trying
And by themselves alone grieve.
We all feel disconnected
Especially when loose dear friend
Hanging on end of our rope
Praying God please …”our hearts mend”.
Really hate it when they leave
Run away without reason
Bible principles choose ignore
‘Talking over’… should not shun.
Finally we must realize
If relationships dead and done
Only God can love resurrect
Be it from friend or son.
What holds us all together
Our brotherhood loyal true
When falling apart, unglued
Someone’s there to help us through
God sees us lonesome ones
Knows how deeply feel alone
Then from someone else hear,
“I LOVE YOU”…over the phone,
BARBARA BARRY-NISHANIAN
Jan. 9,2018. COPYRIGHT
SADDENED
Hardly anything sadder
Than when you lose a best friend
And don’t know how it happened
Or what brought it to an end?
The long echoing silence
Sadly shared between the two
and one of them not knowing
If anything they could do?
Efforts are not invited
Nor want to be received
Leaving the one still trying
And by themselves alone grieve.
We all feel disconnected
Especially when loose dear friend
Hanging on end of our rope
Praying God please …”our hearts mend”.
Really hate it when they leave
Run away without reason
Bible principles choose ignore
‘Talking over’… should not shun.
Finally we must realize
If relationships dead and done
Only God can love resurrect
Be it from friend or son.
What holds us all together
Our brotherhood loyal true
When falling apart, unglued
Someone’s there to help us through
God sees us lonesome ones
Knows how deeply feel alone
Then from someone else hear,
“I LOVE YOU”…over the phone,
BARBARA BARRY-NISHANIAN
Jan. 9,2018. COPYRIGHT
Death
There is a kind of death that does not stop the heart but slowly teaches it how to disappear. I lived inside that quiet ending while still waking up, still loving, and still calling survival a life. Pieces of me were buried without funerals, and no one noticed because I kept functioning.I learned how to grieve myself while still breathing. I learned how to stay where I was dying because leaving felt like another loss. That is the cruelest part of this kind of death, it convinces you that emptiness is safer than change.The day I chose myself, something in me had to die. The version of me that accepted harm as love did not survive that decision. I am not ashamed of that death. It did not take me. It released me.I am alive now because I allowed what was killing me to end.
SEAHORSESAYS
this seahorseSays
i love
my oceanMore
each day
i mostly travel
by the gentleCurrents
watching myCitizens
of this great
wetWorld swimming
like dreams
dreams as if above
a fisher-thing has cast
its net though
wetMinds are wetHearts
so we move
because and why
the great OceanMinds
are free to forgive
those enslaved by
air and wind
air and wind as fire
or lifeSource
which by learned
wetGeniuses is called
blood the non-fin
no-gill non-water
things which move above
;in all the vastness of
my world none are as those
mySelf (this poet) as life
-- the souls of all things
see and have learned
to forgive and not hate
or grieve but leave no
salute but deep regrets
to the dry land fools
called man
:: 02-25-2016 ::