Mourning(A) Poems - Poems about Mourning(A)

It was a funeral for myself And I still haven't buried her yet The sky opened up and released its anger Rained down in grief and sadness The only other witness to her multiple deaths The world built her to break It was too late to save her For she was now unrecognisable In a casket crafted from pain...

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grief is a complicated feeling; it doesn’t always hold the loss of something. But in some cases, in my case, it’s the quiet ache of dread, the feeling that encapsulates quiet certainty of impending loss, something that means more to you than anything, that in the here and now, is still with you. Yes, you may...

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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...

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their faces, their laughs, the echoes of our past never leave they hide beneath the cover of everyday life, waiting for that moment when the mood drops and the days turn wet and gloomy. they appear again, just outside my line of sight, whispering memories of everything we ever did together. my mind tells me they’re gone to let go, to move on. i tell you, i tell myself: until...

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Does God mourn for every ant that was crushed before it was able to carry its own weight?...

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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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