Poems about Grief, Loss and Bereavement
#grief
Poetry about loss, bereavement and grief. The terrible pain of losing a loved one, conveyed through poetry. Grief poems also include poetry about trying to overcome feelings of loss.
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Watch her as she trembles,
a child of the desert,
eyes like the Oasis of Kadesh
lips parted to the climate
arid, mingled nitrate
praying for freedom
of an open sea
place her on the hay bail
when the night
approaches
and as the dawn comes
and the sun ascends...
Lay her on the pyre
be wary of the sirens,
for her ears are filled
with scarlet
in a land that's plagued
with disease
a child of the desert,
eyes like the Oasis of Kadesh
lips parted to the climate
arid, mingled nitrate
praying for freedom
of an open sea
place her on the hay bail
when the night
approaches
and as the dawn comes
and the sun ascends...
Lay her on the pyre
be wary of the sirens,
for her ears are filled
with scarlet
in a land that's plagued
with disease
#grief
#war
#death
#religion
#morality
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Last Shell
this is my last poem in DUP}
I’ve come to know
This world is ending
And in it I only have you
From trusted sources, I know
This world is going to end
And I’m happy I have only you.
The world is ending now
As I write this last piece
Youth is dead
Youth has been dead for a while
Please flow out
Please do, the helpless river cries
Or is it the wretched canal?
My memory is clogged
Oh please oh please
Don’t get stuck
In plastic
For
I only have you.
I...
I’ve come to know
This world is ending
And in it I only have you
From trusted sources, I know
This world is going to end
And I’m happy I have only you.
The world is ending now
As I write this last piece
Youth is dead
Youth has been dead for a while
Please flow out
Please do, the helpless river cries
Or is it the wretched canal?
My memory is clogged
Oh please oh please
Don’t get stuck
In plastic
For
I only have you.
I...
#love
#grief
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Ode To Misery
I’m a stone in a world of flowers
the curious call of moors,
the old crow language
of wings circling
their ancient dead
peat bodies rotting beneath the weight
of seventies murder. The swaying
New Romantics surrendering to the dark.
I am grey beaches in homeless overcoats,
banshees of Tudor shipwrecks
shaking bone rattles in violent storms.
I am poverty
and steel
and recklessness
an IRA wound on a city wall; coal crowns
of Thatcherite rule haloing unforgiving
stomachs of shoeless...
the curious call of moors,
the old crow language
of wings circling
their ancient dead
peat bodies rotting beneath the weight
of seventies murder. The swaying
New Romantics surrendering to the dark.
I am grey beaches in homeless overcoats,
banshees of Tudor shipwrecks
shaking bone rattles in violent storms.
I am poverty
and steel
and recklessness
an IRA wound on a city wall; coal crowns
of Thatcherite rule haloing unforgiving
stomachs of shoeless...
#grief
#LifeStruggles
#ghosts
#despair
#Britain
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Black Smoke
Black smoke rising to the sky
grains of sand into my eye
nothing left here for you to see
dust and bones what used to be
grains of sand into my eye
nothing left here for you to see
dust and bones what used to be
#grief
#despair
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go tell the wind
Every man has his secret sorrows which the world knows not; and
often times we call a man cold when he is only sad.”
—Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
go tell the wind blow gently on my sorrow,
that i may hope retain to face tomorrow;
compass me not with unrelenting anger,
where i'm already chased by pregnant danger.
go tell the tears to wait a little longer,
till i have learnt to be a little stronger;
submerge me not in spate, o mighty river,
nor in your spite make me a short-lived liver.
entreat my heart to pound a bit more...
often times we call a man cold when he is only sad.”
—Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
go tell the wind blow gently on my sorrow,
that i may hope retain to face tomorrow;
compass me not with unrelenting anger,
where i'm already chased by pregnant danger.
go tell the tears to wait a little longer,
till i have learnt to be a little stronger;
submerge me not in spate, o mighty river,
nor in your spite make me a short-lived liver.
entreat my heart to pound a bit more...
#sadness
#depression
#grief
#hope
#death
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Rosey Lee Mission
Sections of being concentrated.
Connected by a straight line.
Land.
Landed.
Landed on another's land.
Consumer.
Mayonnaise dreams of power.
Divide,conquer and rule the fools.
Till the end of time.
On the twelfth hour.
We'll sell them booze,and rusty trinkets.
In return for their gold, diamonds and land,and knowledge.
Then,as soon as the drink takes hold.
We'll slit their throats,lynch them.
As they watch us rape their women and children.
And then.
Wait for it!
We'll...
Connected by a straight line.
Land.
Landed.
Landed on another's land.
Consumer.
Mayonnaise dreams of power.
Divide,conquer and rule the fools.
Till the end of time.
On the twelfth hour.
We'll sell them booze,and rusty trinkets.
In return for their gold, diamonds and land,and knowledge.
Then,as soon as the drink takes hold.
We'll slit their throats,lynch them.
As they watch us rape their women and children.
And then.
Wait for it!
We'll...
#grief
#abuse
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What?
I don’t actually know what to say
I don’t know what to write
I’m just in shock.
I don’t know what to write
I’m just in shock.
#grief
#death
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Looping Ends
There was so much death
when I was young
and its impact
shadowed our family
Even still,
that weekly call
to the family
is an exchange of obituaries
Considered a good week,
when there is none.
But I've grown frustrated
that it must dominate our conversations
Or that grief and loss
gets more attention than joy
I often think
those unexpected bouts of sadness
have been planted inside,
just to pull me back
should anything go my way
when I was young
and its impact
shadowed our family
Even still,
that weekly call
to the family
is an exchange of obituaries
Considered a good week,
when there is none.
But I've grown frustrated
that it must dominate our conversations
Or that grief and loss
gets more attention than joy
I often think
those unexpected bouts of sadness
have been planted inside,
just to pull me back
should anything go my way
#grief
#family
#death
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Mourning Haiku from the Cafe
Mourning Haiku from the Cafe
mud on his grave
grows buttercups
for her spring blues
deep dirt
buries his casket
her heart wails
dust in her eyes
from his windblown grave
her tombstone blues
her tresses fly free
from the Mississippi delta blues
no more tears
she wipes dust
from his name etched in marble
tomb of no regrets
sentimental blues
sing in her mourning heart
her teary smile
mud on his grave
grows buttercups
for her spring blues
deep dirt
buries his casket
her heart wails
dust in her eyes
from his windblown grave
her tombstone blues
her tresses fly free
from the Mississippi delta blues
no more tears
she wipes dust
from his name etched in marble
tomb of no regrets
sentimental blues
sing in her mourning heart
her teary smile
#love
#grief
#haiku
#memorial
#graveyard
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Crossed woRrOADds
I'm screaming
from inside
the pretty cage you put me in.
And I'm supposed to be grateful
for the lack of choice.
A man who cannot hear me
Cannot care for me.
Should not speak for me.
You had my words
but their meaning
ran like water
through your hands.
Now we're sifting through the sand,
knocked off our feet.
And arguing over what the definition of love
Should LOOK like.
I don't have long enough to breathe, ...
from inside
the pretty cage you put me in.
And I'm supposed to be grateful
for the lack of choice.
A man who cannot hear me
Cannot care for me.
Should not speak for me.
You had my words
but their meaning
ran like water
through your hands.
Now we're sifting through the sand,
knocked off our feet.
And arguing over what the definition of love
Should LOOK like.
I don't have long enough to breathe, ...
#sadness
#anger
#grief
#heartbroken
#success
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Epitaph
Yesterday my Epitaph read...
Unknown to some for he has died
Beware to others for he's still alive
His revenge will come, when you least suspect
Ponder your thoughts now, time to reflect
You smothered and silenced him throughout life
Victimized his family, causing pain and strife
He leaves you now with one more warning
Confession will heal in time of mourning
Unknown to some for he has died
Beware to others for he's still alive
His revenge will come, when you least suspect
Ponder your thoughts now, time to reflect
You smothered and silenced him throughout life
Victimized his family, causing pain and strife
He leaves you now with one more warning
Confession will heal in time of mourning
#grief
#death
#silence #revenge
#silence #revenge
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Lights gone dim on Main street
I see you
you see me
we see nothing at all
hand in hand
we walk into our willing blindness
I speak
you speak
we don't understand any of the words
tongue on tongue tied into a tight knot
you listen
I listen
the noise is so loud we can't hear
the lights have gone dim on main street
avenue empty and cold
we keep waiting for just a flicker
its dark and the storefronts are closed
I hurt you
you hurt me
for the gold in our...
you see me
we see nothing at all
hand in hand
we walk into our willing blindness
I speak
you speak
we don't understand any of the words
tongue on tongue tied into a tight knot
you listen
I listen
the noise is so loud we can't hear
the lights have gone dim on main street
avenue empty and cold
we keep waiting for just a flicker
its dark and the storefronts are closed
I hurt you
you hurt me
for the gold in our...
#anger
#grief
#disappointment #apathy
#disappointment #apathy
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DU Poetry : Poems about Grief, Loss and Bereavement