Short Mourn Poems
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those that have gone,
to billowy sky, to Jesus side.
Spring is born.
new creation.
Easter eggs, found.
blessings abound.
Form:
Graveside so quiet
Tear laden relatives mourn
Today, heavy hearts
Tomorrow, spirits will lift
Whilst the living remember
Mourn then Love
Mourn for you are torn
The Calm is in your palm
If you agree then set her free
The dove is in your love!
#Rhyming
#Symbolic
Why I'ma blue class das
Heaves off weight
Glass paings, cement trix
Uppa game
Leaves under trough
All circumvent no plow?
Gotta plan on does
Mookie curfew
May Weep and Mourn
Even though we may weep and morn,
Hear people and how they will warn,
Here and there,
Do take care;
To save us from sin. Christ was born.
Jim Horn
Are we to mourn for glory long past
or just be thankful, though gone so fast
Should we fight to keep
what was once ours to give
or perhaps just reflect and relive ,
relive
Like a bruise melting from blue to black, grief shows up slowly,
Appearing in the steam of coffee once shared, a laugh similar,
Yet as scabs heal back to pink flesh, grief’s ache dulls with time.
Another loved one went to glory
And grief like mighty breakers fell.
Emptiness and sorrow followed
And fitting words, no one could tell.
Nothing need be said in times like these,
So let me be in silence…please.
The icons are falling
As idols are rising
Perhaps for their gifts
Being spared coming rifts
For the poets we grieve
Are of this fabric's weave
They are this tapestry
The fibre of our society
And they have marked us so indelibly
And no summer came…
calendar frozen, cold winds still in play
And no summer came…
the birds and butterflies staying away
And no summer came…
expressions of love buried in the frost
And no summer came…
seasons to mourn every day that we’ve lost
(Dreamsleep: May, 2020)
Mourn person’s loss or death;
Person was lost in life, fleeting breath, taken left;
Now found in death sorrow, wail, and moan;
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And groan sore, weep, cry, sob torn;
Beat one’s breast,
Ululate
7/15/24
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2024©
This bed’s supporting limbs
do not sleep like the log
they were cut from.
Dreaming of that splintering
they mourn when I move,
remembering leaves
and caressing breeze.
Now down for the count
and holding a heaviness
of flesh and bone,
they can only moan.
In Christ
In Christ,I live
His kingdom lives within;
blind once
now,I see,
sin,that He could see.
Sorrow-filled
each day,I miss the mark,
wander from the path,
in ashes,soiled,I lie;
to Him alone
my cry.
In Christ
In Christ,I live,
elsewhere..I would die.
Excuse me while I take time out to mourn
I can see the headlines tomorrow morn
BRONCOS TAKE A BASHING
COACH GIVES TEAM TONGUE LASHING
The outcome left Bronco boosters forlorn
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
© All Rights Reserved
I MOURN WITH YOU PROFESSOR
Shadow and mirage are thesame;
The former is never a substance
And the latter never an oasis.
But the death of a child is both:
Hope is dashed and respite betrayed
Leaving only behind the pain of rising utility
That often comes from the nostalgia of reality...
I mourn with you Professor.
Sing. And mourn.
Yes, we do these things.
We are told so to do.
There are songs and sadness.
We bring the two –
the melody, the mourning –
together. As one.
You passed from me, of course,
and I seek comfort
in bringing song to the soul,
the soul that is now melody
but is a mourning.
(January 2022)
NaPoWriMo
NaPoWriMo Day5
Ancient
Shorts
Ancient powers forever lost
Mourn their passing
When time stands still.
Wander over hill and dale
March along the river's edge
On no occasion to be found.
Again, sweet song sung by the water
Beauty's incarnation to see the light nevermore.
Hugs to hearts in need of healing
Hugs to all in crisis yet dealing
Hugs to all who mourn or are in despair
Know where I and others fail you
God will take care and be there
This little poem is from my heart
It rings like a phone blings like art
It's like the song birds sing in part
For it only can be heard online via purple hearts
He wrote of death and spoke in whispers
His troubled mind squirmed like and eel,
Yet no one knew of the evil he planned
Or of the hate that he was inclined to feel.
Horror rained heavy on the people that day
Who experienced shear terror and pain,
For this diabolical subhuman
Unleashed his misanthropic rage
Causing anguish that will not soon wane.
a page is such a cold place
pen has a sage who delves for inner face truth's
the page entrances with silent mocking
word thought dances just outside the blocking
the sage thirsty now craves sweet success
but only digs graves in the sheets of paper white
mourn the poems never born
sorrowful worlds in the words
sage now sleepwalking
his empty words never talking
Form:
I wake in sweats
Drenched in the regrets
Of a desert womb
This empty tomb
Where lie the never born
Whom I may never mourn
Never mourn this constant lack
That has me forever in deepest black
Never sit and talk beside their graves
For I can never bury the bodiless babes
Never sit and silently pray
For what dies inside me every day.
© Barry Freeman – 1st May 2021
Reflecting on years gone by
Hefty sorrow anchors my soul
Each time one of you left
My heart was left less whole
The world turns and times they change
I am living my new norm
I try to live my best life
Though for you I eternally mourn
My focus is right now and onwards
With avoidance to dwell
Yet sorrow endlessly haunts me
Despite reluctantly bidding you farewell
Blessed are those who mourn, for they will be comforted.
—Matthew 5:4
WE WHO MOURN
what death has done
to my mom -
shady.
in a comatose state,
her last breath
brings one tear
that clings to
the corner of her eye.
final hugs and kisses.
she knows we’re all there.
nothing to do
but walk away
and remember my sweetheart of a mom -
forever.
4/15/2021
Mourn
Oh I fear the Death of love!
For you to snatch away,
the very people hold so dear,
take me instead you beast.
Afraid of salted tears that wound,
the memories bleed astray.
Let go your grip you dastard Death!
Take someone else instead.
Oh I fear you’ll come for them too soon!
Then whatever shall I do?
To mourn the gentle Death of flesh,
take me instead — oh please!
J-ust aim to smile, not to mourn,
U-ndaunted despite the setback;
N-o reason to cry and agonize, neither walking out nor losing track.
B-e ready to smile, not to mourn,
A-lthough there is failure;
U-nfazed in spite of loss,
T-hinking of another rapture.
I-t's better to accept any matter,
S-eptember eighteenth morn;
T-ry to welcome everything,
A-im to smile, not to mourn.