Grief Muse Poems

"That Place"

In that place where you were abandoned,
that place, they never thought, you’d come back from, 
in that place where it is believed nothing grows...

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“Upon Waking”


Slumber has its upsides 
while the outside runs around
like a split fowlyard, 
cacophonous 
pecking at each other 
and at the ground…

Elsewhere, 

like dull background...

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Alas, sweet Muse! How I desire, and burn,
     to sing a joyous hymn no less, no worse,
    ...

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“The reason birds can fly and we can't is simply because they have perfect faith, for to have faith is to have wings.”
- J.M. Barrie,...

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Unwrap my butterfly wings
Let’s see what hope brings
The bloody lies you feed me
Can’t free me, free me eternally

Shamelessly falling apart
Take heart or I’ll tear apart
I’m...

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A belle, ethereal and calm,
Was cursed with eternal tears.
Her grace was destined to decay, 
were that which caused her tears revealed.

Her face, a sparkling mess...

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My mind sets in motion, 
words that will come alive.  
Creativity needs to be added, 
then mix imagination with creativity. 

 
Coming alive within...

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When you are 
an agonizing 
echo from a
benevolent voice,
life exhales in
mahogany haze, 
spreading across the
lachrymose meadows as 
scarred rivulets of
sandalwood scents, 
where ceramic 
rhymes slumber...

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Death Of A Snowflake

Irony is not lost on the dying.
As falling snowflakes no two are the same.
Endless monuments to god’s creation.
They are born in winter...

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I wrote what I thought was a 'poem' some years ago,
but it lacked rhythm, rhyme, and had no smooth flow.
Its imagery was blurry, and it...

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"The Book of Changes"

Thoughts arrived before words,
1000s of years before
the crossing of curves

always seen to be 
swimming upstream 
against the current

thoughts … and feelings,
in the...

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"Sorrow" 

Reality cries its tears
of grief and fear 
calling out to Love 

the song heard 

in all of human kind
beseeching Love
in self, 

the conscious 
collective...

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Our friendship has always been my North Star 
The guide to everything out there 
And when we lost touch 
I lost my compass

I sealed the...

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If only I could convince my pen,
imbue it with the knowing of my soul,
that I am a poet, a writer,
endowed with the ability to transcend,
to...

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Oh, my merciless muse, why do you hide?
Your silence is deafening, your absence a void.
I long to feel your presence, to see your face,
To hear...

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