Short Bereaved Poems
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Crimson dome perceived
as bloodshed of a brutal act
grave silence of dark
is to condole with the bereaved
Place: 3rd
At a cliff, hanging,
My grip starts going unwind,
Making me fall deep...
A bereaved forlorn abyss,
Comes pulling us to our death...
years old microphones
grown kids ~twenty years~ bereaved
tapping tacit tears
beat hours beat ~TAPS~ trumpet tase
seared seats for the fallen’s kin
9/11/2021
In this swirl of leaves
Of dark bewitchment
Wears them for a cloak, drabber
Common cold blown mopes
A soul, by Death's hand
Bereaved, driven mad.
Windless, do yet catch a wail
Midst the tattered hopes.
There’s a hole in my heart
where dreams used to be
A pain that’s indwelling
all joy there bereaved
The emptiness deepens
with each rocket that falls
One voice in the millions
—to answer the call
(Dreamsleep: October, 2023)
Soulful chorus
wistful cries,
guitar strums
last goodbye,
bereaved ears
melodies speak,
breaking hearts
rhythmic beats,
lyrics rain
mirrored skies,
shattered tears
brittle eyes,
as sombre
mourners sing
Soot covered in the sky,
unending wails of freedom,
bereaved families and friends
even the little ones were not spared
but the dead ones will forever be alive in hearts,
light will shine & blood will cease
and Palestine will be free.
©Kafe3lah
Bereft of life her eyes
Barren they stare as folks
Bring casseroles, breads, pies
Bouquets of fresh flowers
Business of world still thrives
Bright summer day so warm
Baby of hers lies cold
Written on 08/16/2016
Contest-Pleaides B by Kim Merryman
~Fools~
.......Are those who believe anything!
.......Especially~ fear mongering!
.......The gourmet dinner delight for court jestering!
.......That leaves a bereaved world festering!
10-26-2020
Poem# 2
Our
Hostess
Committee,
comprised mostly
of women, makes sure
the kitchen is stocked with
supplies, arranges and serves
meals for major church events and
bereaved families. Last, we clean up.
We serve cheerfully, for we feel honored.
Young & naive
Lingering in the aftermath
Feeling bereaved
And somewhat cold
Wishing I could forget
Needing to start again
Take away the regret
Before I begin
Tinkering in the shower
Washing every imperfection
Every flower
Until I find satisfaction.
Dead Letters
Love was sent, but not received
So, jaded was the former host
For this, occurred on Hallows eve
Love was sent, but not received
Love alone and now bereaved
'Cause the latter, was a ghost
Love was sent but not received
So, jaded was the former host
Decades of sweat and toil
Turn a filthy hell-hole
The colossal disasters efface
Even the civilized human race
The bereaved throat sobs
Every eye sheds tears
Yet amid the weird graveyard
The tranquil Buddha sits unmoved!
(In tsunami-smitten Shrilanka
this was the scene in
one of the graveyards)
Form:
They're all the same
Two faced females.
Nothing but lies
In broad daylight
Told without shame.
They promise all
and keep but naught.
A fool believes
their kind deceits.
Their fealty
Becomes so leer
Their lies revealed.
Your world of hap
Starts to collapse.
Alone again
You find yourself ,
Bereaved of friends
Who love you said.
I am the water flowing so free,
Your scorn and ridicule cannot restrict me.
I am the air you breathe to survive,
No wonder, without me, you find it hard to thrive.
I am the sky you want to reach,
Be careful of what you preach.
Shoot all your arrows, darts and spears galore,
For when I am gone, you will be bereaved, crestfallen, and hollow.
Writing Challenge - B Word
WRITTEN: 1/28/23
BLESSEDNESS
Your blessedness and bouquet gift of bougainvilleas
leaves me breathless
the beautiful and beloved butterfly bereaved
and brokenhearted sees humanity lying lifeless
on the bloodstained dying fields of greed
the perpetrator’s brouhaha will die with their arrogance
without blessedness
With queries and questions
for a year-long protracted night,
understanding came in a instant,
I believed.
Going home, alone, accompanied
by a weird, unfamiliar light;
I drove off a familiar cliff.
They bereaved.
Instead of mortuary, a mansion
designed by spirit, not by might
I’m home amid thousands
well- received.
An interlude of spawned achieve
I felt some cursory, like a thief
had stolen my domain, my chief -
while watching rivers flow, bereaved!
Not war - not other answers brief
not ideology's retrieve,
and for some languoring, I did receive
that love as innocent life's conceive.
How solemn that all time believes ...
while man takes armor, as his leave!
When bereaved
it is only natural
to hope instinctively
for an eventual reunion
to take place
with the departed-
although we are possibly
already reunited?
Sufferring the pain
of seeming seperation
during our brief mortality,
we long to see each face
of loved ones lost,
and to hear each voice again-
without realising they never really
left at all.
Form:
Love's last light throws ember shadows
sighing coals cast waning arrows
of sobbing flame on lukewarm ground;
twilight spits into the fire,
but cannot slake my starved desire,
bereaved heart cloaked in misery's gown.
How dare Cupid so fickle turn
exchanging smiles for face now stern
stealing my regal red rose crown.
©Faye Lanham Gibson, June 12, 2014
My lovelight for you never shadowed,
my heart ascends into the flames of
the churning restless sun in
the soul wounds of the bereaved.
Forever you're in all my season's dreams,
a dedication, a tribute-
cannot be lost into the cosmos.
It lilts in our songs and
shooting star's journeys,
and fills the elements with
a universal anthem of unending cherish. ~
In the sub jove frigido land of fire’s
bellezza mångata, the mysteriarch’s
mamihlapinatapai wrapped around
his wonderwall much in the way
wrabbed cats pr-ove their ataraxia by
wrapping their oneiric atara
around foilsick ailurophiles as nepenthe
for their companion’s bereaved love,
henotic ambrosia for the sonder of star-
eyed lovers with silent soliloquies
KINDNESS
Kindness,
Sister of love
Helper of compassion
Companion of Goodness
Rescuer of the needy,
You who:
The hungry feed
The homeless shelter
The sick nurse
The lonely befriend
The bereaved console,
I IMPLORE YOU
Make our hearts
Your earthly domain
AND
Transform us
Into
Charitable GIANTS
For our brothers’
SAKE!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
16 February 2013
I am a prophet of peace,
A procurer of leaves;
Catcher of breeze.
Visions of thieves?
No such disease
I live in the trees.
Free from taxes and fees.
Share it with me?
Comparatively, believe
unless you're bereaved
to heave
a shiv
into thine rift
of sand that sifts.
I do uplift
my fist
to the outspoken
of wrist
to tap, even if a twit,
on this pit,
the internet skit.
Rainbow flags and Pride
are slim protection against
hate and machine guns.
[May the deceased rest in peace and the injured and bereaved have swift recoveries. This hatred must be better combated, or be better managed by those supposed to be protecting us. This could have happened to anyone. Groups that influence losers in society should be better monitored, both here and abroad.]