Grief Personification Poems | Examples
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Life said to death,
I make people live and thrive.
Death said to life,
I make them barely survive and die.
On and on they went;
Back and forth they said:
I fill people with joy and gladness.
I fill them with pain and suffering.
I give them hope for tomorrow.
I give them grief and sorrow.
I fill them with songs of melody.
I give them songs of misery.
I teach people that there's life after you.
I tell them that there nothing after me.
When time shall be no more,
I offer people eternity.
When time shall cease to be,
That will be the end of me.
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I carve my name in silt and stone,
a slow hymn through the valley’s bones.
Peace to all who enter here~
the otter’s paw, the kingfisher’s spear,
the drowned branch, the drunkard’s leer.
I take your thirst, your grief, your fear,
turn them into currents, clear.
Even the rocks learn how to kneel.
Even the moon wears my reflection.
Please be informed that I knock on everyone's door..
I will enter your home or space whether or not you
Open to me. Some of you will willingly allow me
To move in and live with you indefinitely.
The best and the strongest among you will
Acknowledge my reality but will never give me
A continual dwelling place.
My name is GRIFE.
We Cardinals are messengers from Heaven's throne,
I have royal scarlet plumage,
my wife is mostly brown with a touch of red on
her head and wings.
When we appear, your departed loved ones
are nearby.
She and I fly together and nestle on
holly boughs in wintry weather.
In springtime we nest in apple blossom branches,
our fledglings are God's gift to earth.
We trill sacred songs as His angels sing along,
high up in the summer foliage treetops swaying.
You cherish watching us as we charm your days,
be rest assured, someday when you pass,
your grieving relatives and friends-
will be comforted by us. ~
like a hush …
sentinel …
the old willow stood guard
his branches, stout arms that held her
safe in childhood
supple limbs hugged and
flexed whene'er she sought blue sky
his embrace of lush fronds
let no rain wet her brow ...
their sweep offering but a kiss of gentle breath
and cool shade in the heavy
press of Summer heat
while shimmering strands of light
illumed her play time …
all her life he had gallantly charged her safety
but oh, how he weeped now from
his twisted old roots
as to-and-fro she swayed
at the end …
of a rope.
Copyright © Gregory R Barden, September 22, 2017
Every day a darker world we see.
Her skies are gray, and Her pain released.
Many warning signs are shared by her.
Earthquakes, Hurricanes, and floods
on Earth.
Her droughts are brought causing famine.
Are warnings for us to examine.
Her felt emotions and inner pain.
Are then brought forth through tears of rain.
How many more warnings must she
send?
The World to realize, we're at the end.
The Bible Speaks when will we know
the end is near? Mathew 24:6-8 ESV.
" See that you are not alarmed, for
this must take place, but the end is
not yet. For nation, will rise against
Nation, and Kingdom, and there will
be famines, and earthquakes in
various places. All these are but the
beginning of Birth Pains."
Michael Tor
The Full Moon's Beam lit up the Earth.
Revealing wars, turmoil, and hurt.
He wanted peace to be restored.
For what he saw He did abhor.
It pained Him so to see all this.
He closed His eyes and then Eclipsed.
Michael Tor
come sit with me a while, my darling
beneath this apple tree
come sit with me, my sweetheart
do you not recognize me
come sit and keep me company, my love
i’ll welcome you every season of the year
come sit with me, my precious
i’ll listen as you pour your heart to me
AP: 3rd place 2022
moon watched the man
wondering at his intent
man stared back without feelings
on autopilot unaware of his plight
tree gave man counsel
without effort, but always caring
oak handles grief and mourning
gives hugs
time oozed slowly into day
carrying himself until he had a glimpse of a sun
it had been a pretty night, he felt satisfied
many dying but more living
the tree watched the man sleeping
knowing sun would soon wake him
feeling he wanted a few more hours of the moon
before the man returned to his grief
Bloodless insects slink down cracks and fissures
Chastised Earth mumbles her prayer
Aimless buzzards circle, eyeing lifeless shores
Dreaded gases envelop jungles
Mighty timbers writhe on forest's floor
Weeds grotesque choke once-cities
Soundless streets of dark glory's gore...
Stagger, Stumble, Wretch and Heave
The Last Day on this Planet grieves
Once an "Ephemeron,"*
observing a human lamenting,
inquired what the cause of his grief was.
"Alas " replied the human,
" My life is so short that doesn't allow me all
I wish for to realize. "
Surprised the "Ephemeron" turned to the human and said:
" Look at me! I live only for a day and still I accomplish what
nature expects from me to achieve. "
" How do you manage this? " the bewildered human asked.
" By not lamenting! " the "Ephemeron" replied!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
05 March 2019
* A sort of a butterfly that lives only for one day
Death paints a Leaf
With color brilliant
Before it withers...
Tinged with our grief
Like a pride of starving lions,
lust's uncontrollable appetites fell upon the
herd of tamed virtues
devouring them to the last
leaving behind only the carcasses
of lofty ideals
for
evil's scavengers to feast!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
11 January 2018
Mother Earth's Plea
Once upon a time I was so beautiful
Now my body is cluttered with pestilence,
I’m slowly dying inside.
Hear my suffering,
feel my rain of tears,
my seasons of grief and anguish
Please restore my magical beauty and charm,
the rhythm of harmony and balance
so I can survive
If you love me, keep me clean and recycle.
Everyone needs to pitch in!
6/17/2015
Hello, my name is Pearl Smudges and I am a cat
I live in a beautiful apartment in an old building
With My Girl and until recently Violet Patches
One day My Girl got the cat carrier out
She put Violet Patches inside and left
When she came back the carrier was empty
And she was weeping
I rolled myself up in my blanket for three days
Slowly, sadly we are coming to terms with our loss
The end of grieving is just within reach
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April 12, 2015
Poetry/Personification/My Girl And Me
Copyright Protected, ID 04-662-582-12
All Rights Reserved, 2015, Constance La France
For the Standard contest, Just Within Reach,
sponsor, John Lawless, Judged 05/2015
Fourth Place