Short Bereave Poems

slice me
dice me,
stab me 
jab me,
poke and
prevoke me.
leave me
bereave me,
taunt me
haunt me,
whack and
hack me.
spike me
strike me,
hit me
slit me,
drill me
then kill me....

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An amazing revelation that's hard to believe
Death happens daily, worldwide people grieve
It's actually hereditary
Can't escape being buried
Holy crap! Millions of us people bereave...

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When again will I find solace
My cup of tea, my muse, my merry weather
In the very things that now bereave
And leave me a hollowed husk?

A vacant snail shell, a mockingbird feather
A painted rock that no one wants
And songs about September
In the colorless dusk....

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Dressed in costume
on streets appeared
I and my crew
so unafeared,

but when we came
upon a spook
we ran away,
confidence shook.

I'll never leave
my room again;
but don't bereave
Sequestered Friend.

I'm scared and not
hyperbolic:
this poem is
real symbolic!

Boo!...

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Let  your puzzle
Be the last amongst bereave
As in trying to preserve, I’m sure
It will end with you a hassle.

In life, having all the challenges
Has its own  derivation to pulse
Expect them and prepare
Even the worst it may become.

Always consult the Father for Guidance!...

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Flames emanate everywhere
heat can be felt across the town
Every fire in sight
glows a different tint
red roars
blues bereave
turquoise turns blue
to their shade
yellow radiate their aura in the form of yowl
purple flare prominence
white glimmers grace and wings
black emits mystery
and among the other million blazes
denizens of the rainbow city
burn with diversity
in their souls...

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One step,
A singular tread,
And the very impression is
That I have aught need for 
Or even should feel desire
For anything.

But no one,
Not even those closest to it,
Can comprehend 
An inverted wish
Against these expectations.

The yearning for a taste
Reach deep down,
Ever so deeply 
Inside these surging, waisted, 
Intuitive lusts
For one whom nobody knows
Save their existence....

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Oof

Don’t put your view all are blind
They can’t see ten or nine
They have determined they can find
Solution is already all know shrine

Bereave is not necessity it always dawns
Scarce barks all the day as unwelcome guest
Put your disguise on your veil
All viewed your deceitful hay

Shame on you for being that that
Looting always day by day
Poor creatures are suffocating
Swallowing your poisonous play....

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Awaiting, like the stillness breath of fate ~ 
complying with my solitude's bereave,
I chanced your heart, and then did look in grief
at all the risks construed, the moment's thief.

And it were always, someone else, some kind
some ignorance of path, some  meriting refined,
it were . . . not us, not using, not defined
but in my sentence, in my dreaming's line.

It were my faith, it then became resign
but by trust's hiding, I am thereby . . . find!...

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Babies crying, mothers sighing, old men
In remnates of suits discussing the fate of
The world as they share a pint of memories.

TV blaring, fighters glaring at
Each other waiting for eternity
To move toward them.

Wino breath and preachers death
Knell for those in fear of
Soulless bodies and redemption.

Days are gone, so this throng
Roost in this place built with
Uncaring hands and minds.

Some will leave, some will bereave
But all will have
Sheltered dreams....

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Naked and naïve
it’s time to bereave
your bedridden soul
for which ravens toll
You wear cynicism in
on a placid sunny day
melting a turquoise sky
into a saffron souffle
Your derision derides
the emptiness inside
digesting a child’s core belief
with your apocalyptic grief
So filet those frailties
with that phoenix in your fray
by flapping that acrid ash
far, far away
Then bathe in a turquoise sky
on a placid sunny day
as you stand before that child
naked and naïve...

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