Loss Sonnet Poems

"One word frees us of all the weight and pain of life. The word is love." Sophocles, Greek Poet 

How is the tender word love...

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"One word frees us of all the weight and pain of life. The word is love.” 
~ Sophocles, Greek Poet

Love, where travels thou diminishing shade?
This...

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He visited Simon's mother-in-law, who had a fever.
Did he do so because she was kin of his disciple?
The elderly needed care. He knew this as...

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Like sands of thought, a whirlpool's dizzy spins
and holes of black, where not a prayer escapes,
the gravity ~ temptation's lurid sins,
while empty vacuums fill and...

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There is a thing inside
It claws and gasps for breath
Horrid thoughts reside
Of the sweet release of death
But it is death who in wrath
Leaves me feeling...

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In depths of solitude, I stand forlorn,
With shadow as my sole and steadfast friend.
By society shunned, from kinship torn,
I ponder on life's edge, its bitter...

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Good Friday night, and haunted by the cross 
The body in the darkness sends the mind
To go out searching for him. Blood and moss
The crown...

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Can it be found if it’s not lost?
Is there value, without a cost?
I’m sure the answers must be yes,
How can I explain to you best?

First...

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What will become of doubt within?
Will it become a loss or win?
How does it grow or diminish?
How will it look at the finish?

Your thoughts may...

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I can’t believe it’s really me
Waist to head, I’m a Christmas tree
From this fat, I’ll never be free
A healthy life I’ll never see

I gained a...

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Inevitably, tears of love, of sorrow,
tears that stem from my heart, flow
whenever I think of your sacrifice,
the ultimate payment of a high price.
You were a...

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In eyes of others, we may seem apart..
Yet deep within, we share a common heart.
Our voices may speak in differing tongue..
But in our souls, the...

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The Mary Rose, Andrea Doria, Estonia,
MV Doña Paz, RMS Titanic, and the Endurance
Wasn't, in techno craftsmanship, each a utopia?
Wasn't, yet, the cause of their wreck...

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Steep, sharp, split, and, as an abandoned architecture, weak
How I managed to get to its top, I truly don't know.
Fear, frustration, angst, awe, and helplessness...

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Dear hustler, work your way,
Let not others' scorn dismay.
Pray for God's grace, each day,
And your reward will come your way.

But do not kill yourself for...

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