Mourning Poems - Poems about Mourning

When we say goodbye, Time will not stand still. Life moves on as it always has, Forsaking my own will. Don’t try to feel sad— I’ll know it’s all a lie. You didn’t love me while alive; Don’t pretend to care when I die. I was a burden to so many, In my youth and old age. I’d rather go out quietly Than force a false...

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a forgotten hope chest – linen s!t!i!t!c!h!e!d with love by candlelight c r u m b l e now to the mere touch— past companionship … forgotten s n a t c...

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"I wait by the squeaky old gate that tomorrow will find," where rust clings like memory, and the wind carries your name like a secret. No footsteps come, only the hush of almost. Time leans against the fence, and I wonder if it grieves, too....

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I was your mom before i was anything else, My name, before my plans, Before the life i thought i’d have— I was yours. Now the world keeps turning, But i don’t know where i fit, Who am i supposed to be If I'm no longer your mom? People say, you’ll always be Cody’s mother, But they don’t understand, Being a mother is doing,...

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It was the first time I heard the dove’s low call— three minor notes stretched thin across a motionless prairie on a shimmering hot afternoon, the kind where even shadows try not to move. I felt like I should be in mourning too— but for what, I didn’t know or had forgotten. Black Cats and Roman candles found no customers that day, just heat, and a solitary...

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The moment that I awaken is the hardest moment of the day when, my mind starts to come alive with the promise of a new day then, ………I remember and the pain of the last two weeks crashes in and the reality of my grief is renewed My son is absent from this earth and I have to figure...

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Bullets have no eyes In the mourning a son won’t rise No plan in life for demise Black men hear our cries Stop shooting killing each other We need love not hate brother Time unwinds while you slang Dealing in death please change One mother and father miss The hope denied by this Feud so rude and senseless That dude who killed their...

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Sugar, my sweet, you’ve slipped away, Into the light of a softer day. My heart aches deep, it’s hard to bear, This quiet house, this empty air. You were my shadow, soft and warm, A snuggle-seeking, loving form. With wagging tail and gentle eyes, You filled my world with sweet surprise. Escape artist with a wild soul, You chased the wind, you played the...

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I kept the window cracked so the wind could speak for you-- all your unsaid apologies tangled in the curtain hem. You used to hum when you left. Now the walls just listen. You were always the one who made absence feel full. But now the rooms are hollow, a cathedral of ache. “The silence fades with a soft embrace”-- but you forgot to hold me...

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seven mourning doves gather on the church steeple funeral below… a conversation ensues ending on a somber note...

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Am I crazy if it’s been five years and I still expect you to walk through the door? If I can’t give away your clothes because you might need them? Am I over the line if I fantasize that your treatment worked and you never died at all? And I laugh with you over breakfast while we sip coffee as we always did? I’m afraid to...

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Silence mourning, you who've borne no children; mute derision and bear it no longer. Beg not for mercy if you are barren for barreness may prove you the stronger. Your fruit lies in the way which you conquer scorn - apparent un-productivity. Another's offspring - your proclivity. Teach them truths which bearers fail to mention; teach self-discipline as necessity. Deliver well, mothers...

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A gaping wound pierces my heart in the shape of my be- loved. Someday it will scab over. Someday, far, far in the future, it will turn into scar tissue. I will rub it and it will be soft and smooth and comforting. It will be with me, in the shape of my love, for as long as I live....

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Oh greatness, the king of days You look so tired and stressed Are there no maids in the race? You acquired so much torture in quest They violated you for your good ways Great man full of honour, and no stress You began encountering their riotic pace Who killed the your power to test You had believed in acquiring grace Now that...

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Take good care of your precious pain. Wrap your strong arms around it. Hold it against your warm chest. Rock it gently, telling it softly that it is loved. It is needed. It is important. It makes perfect sense. And love it, just as it is, in all of its agonizing beauty....

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