Mourn Poems - Poems about Mourn

"While he was yet speaking, there came also another, and said, Thy sons and thy daughters were eating and drinking wine in their eldest brother's house: [19] And, behold, there came a great wind from the wilderness, and smote the four corners of the house, and it fell upon the young men, and they are...

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Mourn not till the embers fade, Till the blasphemous time forces us on our way. Mourn not what is dying But treasure instead what it created. Listen to how the gulls cry; They don’t mourn for our passing. The littering fragments we left behind Will continue to rise and fall with the wind, Dance and rejoice in the ringing bells. Exhale. Feel the tender...

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He came holding a trumpet, dressed in white, with a glowing face that illuminated my shadow of doubts. His smile was a catalyst of butterflies in my stomach, an awe feeling that left me in the cocoon of his charm. He was soft-spoken, words with a resounding consonance, each word an arsenal that took my guard down. His...

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Today, I Mourn slain Beatle John Lennon assassinated at 10:50 PM, on December 8, 1980 forty four years later to date outside The Dakota Apartment, (also known as the Dakota Apartments), located at 1 West 72nd Street in New York City, U.S. After Mark David Chapman unloaded five bullets in the back with a .38 special revolver, that son of a gun got his quarryman and became...

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Step where I have stepped, tread where I have trod, weep what I have wept and crawl where I have clawed. Then, and only then, may you judge what I've selected - only then have you earned my yen, to abandon the gashes I've collected. Retreat not, then, I dare you, hovel not in your early barrow. Shelter not to make it through, hide not from...

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I committed to river Volga, the longest river in Europe Here, estuary, they are sounds, subtle, peaceful and eloquence, a hoopoe In glum and glee, damage controlling,she, still, suffice a pleasant song, life long You and I, came back for the guy, who, burnt the face, the funeral, encased, and Nirvana...ahem... The river Volga, still existing, meandering and... perhaps...

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It’s okay to ache and hurt It’s okay to want comfort It’s okay to have a broken contrite heart It’s okay to slowly but surely tear apart Every tear will eventually be wiped away In His Kingdom of cherishable paradise Today, we should be remedies of dismay To be servants of repentance and an utopian tranquility that never dies Never look back and...

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Mourn person’s loss or death; Person was lost in life, fleeting breath, taken left; Now found in death sorrow, wail, and moan; ~ And groan sore, weep, cry, sob torn; Beat one’s breast, Ululate 7/15/24 Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2024© ...

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A body cold as stone Organic flesh statue All the warmth is gone Your breath cannot catch you Milky white filmy veil Where once reflected light Lively limbs now they fail No soul seen in your eyes The spirits skin is shed Like a garment worn to rags Sin-eater consumes the bread And mourners wail so sad. Look up ye people of sorrow! Your loved one...

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I tend to mourn who I used to be, To think of all the change I have endured–since birth, until now. I think about how happy I was as a child, Rocks and sticks were my friends, I talked to the birds in the trees, and they talked back, The smell of my grandma's sourdough pancakes was the best...

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There’s nothing to mourn about death, any more than the blooming of a rose, What’s truly terrible isn’t death, but the lives that are wasted. People lose their essence in the abyss of forgetfulness, Throwing their days into an ocean of ignorance, foolish and uncaring. They live in the shadow of an empty existence, lost in the mundane void, Too...

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(In memory of Uncle Thomas) Bumpy breeze, like a blasting roar That day when you did soar without an oar Twenty-two years of sorrow, too long For many years, I sang a solemn song Days of dark, and greedy clouds These years have been a time of thunderclouds What went wrong for death to take you away? Again, this year, your memory will...

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In the temple of silence where you mourn your absence, The walls dance in shadows of bitterness, Chalices of dreams shatter with resistance, In search of the eternal flame of the altar. Not even pearls are revived, They whisper not, nor do the bowed gardens baptize, Living in the hourglass with intertwined moments, On stairs made of blue and broken words. I barely...

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Let the heavens weep and mourn, As Life and Death, their fate is sworn, In this war of souls, where rage shall keep, Death's icy touch, at bay, and reap. Rage, rage against Death, the poet cries, With every word, the battle tries, To turn the tide, to break the chains, And free the soul from Death's cold reigns. Oh Death, your time...

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in the hive of a mind the purpose-be... see 'be' as am a m am 11 a.m. now stans sand...

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