Grief Princess Poems

I …

unlock the front door
walk across the sill and
into the house
like countless times before
look around quickly
no sight of you
“Pretty Girl!” I yell
in that silly, high,...

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On days like these.
I feel the need. 
When lovers roam.
Driven a part, I need these
Feel my hand the reason it bleeds
and most of all I...

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It was a frozen winter made for cardigans and hot toddies 
she my mother, my first teacher, was feeling sad 
about what  she couldn't...

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My dear,                       ...

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The stork has past us by,                                       ...

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Dream of Infinity
by Michael R. Burch

Have you tasted the bitterness of tears of despair?
Have you watched the sun sink through such pale, balmless air
that your...

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Silence loaded
With some concoction
Of apathy 
Disdain 
Entitlement
An attitude that screams
”It’s all about me
I don’t care much about anyone else”

That empty glare blatantly defiant
That glows in...

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My Best 
"She is a flower..."

Pink roses, 
not the big ones, 
not the small ones, 
not the buds or full blooms. 
No. 
Not one of...

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The Pizza Princess

No job is worth your life. 
Sweet little girl, 
someone's daughter, 
I don't even know...
You should not be dead. 
The world is all...

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Christmas Princess

I picked you up early, 
we went to your friends. 
I watched as they all…
watched you. 
You laugh lightly, 
and bring joy in your...

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The Fashion Zebra

I am a flake. 
That is the term for people that do not follow through. 
It may not be fair. I have spent...

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The New Preacher, 
“Hear My Words”

Are you listening. 
I am saying things very clearly. 
You need to keep trying. 
Are you talking to me?
Am I...

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The Garden at Grandma’s

The house is quiet, the chores are all done. 
We have gathered in the place out back. 
There is pit for a...

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Mirror Mirror

Do not lie. I know that you want to. 
I know that you may need to.  
I am broken, and soon…
You will be...

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Dark Times

Times we celebrate, to be who we are not. 
Bleak times, diseased remembrances. 
Why?
You know.
You know because deep inside…

You have hid under a blanket...

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