An angel shaped like
her, first hold with frost;
once a yesterday,
girl bundled for wings;
falling is flying —
first hold with frost,
innocent touch
on the flakes' ground,
disappearing
in falling,
the white her
memories
as new
covered
snow
I wear a hat because I've lost my hair
Folk would laugh out loud at my head so bare
Long ago my hair was thick and wavy
It was the colour of mother's gravy.
Her gravy was dark as the lumps of coal
She would light a fire with, when it was cold
If short of cash, then us kids had to sit
In the disastrous sweaters she would knit.
Often they’d be too clingy or too large
Though knitted with love for those in her charge
Mother said if we were cosy and warm
It did not matter at all what was worn.
The years have passed by, hair has disappeared
The worst of it is, it's cold on the ears
But my mother, bless her, before she left
Knitted a draw full of hats, socks and vests.
Egyptian eyes awaked, my cat's cries
dark lover's shadow slumber
distant thunder rumbles
moonbeams light the sky.
As I reconcile this love, this death
Silent man no longer sleeping at my breast.
This faithless vault unmakes the human claim
Its silent gears efface us, name by name
In time you’ll see: what fate withdraws from you
Outweighs all held within your will or frame
As the curved horizon rolls,
parallel tree-limbs glow,
up-lit by gold.
The closer the night,
the more honeyed is love.
I will miss you.
i love her.
That's the bottom line.
nothing else matters
as long as i can call her mine.
I thought id never be happy,
thought id never find love
i didn't think that i deserved it
but we fit like a glove
I'm scared to lose her
she means so much to me
what do i do if she leaves
i don't know who id be
As scary as love is,
there is no better feeling.
When I'm with her,
the sun never stops gleaming.
The clink of glass on window sill
The morning breath of birdsong shrill
A morning late for I find it so
Not soon enough for it to show
Religious walls
Religious soul
Religion deep beneath the bones
A shatter of time
A call of crow
A festering shadow that only grows
And the time knows itself too well
An illustrious mirror a ring to its own
A call not of or was or how
A shattering, blistering holy sound
The typing words and moving mouth
Break and crack with as such sound
Then moving legs and hands like swords
Clatter on womb warm stone so loud
When earth quakes sound breaks
And The Holy Womb shakes
The warm walls fall
Our breath shakes all
And finally starts to remember.
I’m falling into a pit with no solid ground
sinking in deep waters and about to drown.
I’m afraid I will be overcome by the waves,
my throat aches from calling out to be saved.
I don’t know where to go or who to turn to.
I'm hurt and confused and don’t know what to do.
Just so worn out from all this crying,
my strength is gone, and I feel like I’m dying.
I’m crushed and broken like pieces of clay,
a puff of wind could blow me away.
My heart feels like it’s been pierced with a blade,
there’s not much feeling left in me I’m afraid.
I need someone that can understand
and come and lend a helping hand
to maybe put me back together again.
I must hold myself together and survive until then.
shake it up
wake it up
peel it back.
onion packed.
tears coming
for Christmas.
spiralling,
encased snows
laid away.
fall, spilling
confetti.
broken ball
smash sweet home.
black tears flow,
horror shows.
grabbing shards,
gluing bits
to rebuild
gleeful faces.
vitreous,
frozen dreams,
like litter.
bobbling heads
roll, scattered.
my mistake!
faulty hands
collect blame.
Peace be with you
Are the words she said
Flowers placed appropriately
Saying goodbye to the dead.
She wasn’t false
And yet, it wasn’t true
Because there were things
She just couldn’t undo.
A while she stayed
And many things she did pray
But in her head is where the words would remain
For if she dared speak them aloud,
She knew her heart would break.
When the sky took upon an orange glow
She knew that it was time to go.
To leave them there was harder
Much harder than she’d imagined.
But her mother had told her many times before,
“Rest easy my child. Today it hurts,
but tomorrow, it’s a new day.
It won’t bare the pain of yesterday
anymore.”
With that in mind
She made to leave,
Hoping that the souls left behind,
Would find peace.
And forgive her, for the words she wished to keep.
I have grown from nothing—
but brutality and blood.
My roots are drenched in crimson strength—
and an even deeper red for loss.
The soldiers on this battlefield,
like me, stand tall—
fighting for something…
even if that something is nothing at all.
So much pain.
So much violence.
How many bittersweet ends have been met
on the ground I have claimed
and the ground I have kept?
Misery has carved itself deep
into this little bit of earth,
yet here I grow—
strong and unbroken,
as courageous as them all
as fierce and mighty as the first,
And like the tears their loved ones bear
once they learn their soldier has fallen…
the blood-stained grass still weeps.
May the fallen hear
the sweet call of peace.
Family, friends, food and wine
We all laugh as we celebrate
What is actually beyond description
The feast, a placeholder, symbol
And vehicle for all our thanks.
The morning after we wake refreshed
As Sun rises bright in a clear sky revealing
Fresh snow brilliant on surrounding hills.
So much joy, so much sadness
All around this whole we celebrate…
(11/28/25)
The King’s chest of treasure lay bare
Devasted by the cruel jealousies
Of the madness of commoner’s warfare
For dominance in power heresies.
But, finally God’s glory was restored
And all the former graces and strength came in
On fluttering wings the Holy Ghost bestowed
The wealth and riches of heaven carried back within
In an afternoon of providence’s reconstruction
In the perfumed mist of apple blossoms
And Italian boxwood topiary structures.
The angels were its witness with tearing eyes
They started singing Glorias and Hallelujahs
My memory was just wide awake
LORD JESUS are you putting it to sleep on me
I'm so confused about what's going on right now
But someone said
It could be pre menopause
Shorty
JESUS you already know what's going on with my mind
And I know that for a fact
But you haven't revealed it to me yet
Instead of asking you for Revelation
Or asking you to answer my questions
I just ask that you continue to stand here
And wait it out with me while I go through the changes in life
That all women must go through
Lord Jesus
Please continue to lead me
On this menopause journey
That we shall embark on together
I know that it will affect both my mind and my physical body
And I place them both in your hands
JESUS CHRIST
My living
Breathing
And speaking
SAVIOR
I trust you totally
And any decision that you choose to make
I will accept wholeheartedly
I say yes LORD JESUS to your will and say yes your way
In JESUS CHRIST perfect and holy name I pray
Amen
#Pre Menopause
#Brain Fog
Please don't take my heart
Because I cannot live without her
Leave her here with me
And I'll keep her safe and warm
She cannot be with you
Her life must continue longer
She's needed here on earth
With me she still must stay
How can I continue?
Without her by my side
I will not know which way to turn
Please don't take my heart
Specific Types of Loss Poems
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