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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As They Wilt
silence in fugue
for far better ovations
mourn the dying sun
a blessing well vested
into nothingness
turns the muted veils
as nature takes hold
in duress
a lesson in futility
unfolds
for far better ovations
mourn the dying sun
a blessing well vested
into nothingness
turns the muted veils
as nature takes hold
in duress
a lesson in futility
unfolds
#sadness
#grief
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Though She Cries
Though She Cries
She turns and walks away
Knowing she'll never
Again see his dear face
He died as they fought
There enemies but he
Spoke he had to pass
Unto the next beginning
She leaves the warehouse
Lifeless is his body
With none of
There enemies breathing
With her hope gone
She keeps ah step believing
Her rode ahead is full
Of none chaotic ah bliss
With money in hand
And with gun she accomplish this
Though the deal went bad
She leaves only sad
But it was her...
She turns and walks away
Knowing she'll never
Again see his dear face
He died as they fought
There enemies but he
Spoke he had to pass
Unto the next beginning
She leaves the warehouse
Lifeless is his body
With none of
There enemies breathing
With her hope gone
She keeps ah step believing
Her rode ahead is full
Of none chaotic ah bliss
With money in hand
And with gun she accomplish this
Though the deal went bad
She leaves only sad
But it was her...
#grief
#dark
#heartbroken #dirty
#heartbroken #dirty
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When I Die
The darkness came, and covered her soul
She spoke of it often, about letting it in from the cold
About the sounds it made
Pulling its sword and its blade
From its shadowy side
And so her world went up in flames
Consuming her skin and hands
Her body lifted from the floor
Into the ashes that would feed the core
Of the cherry tree we’ll plant next door
She’ll forever weep in the rain and snow
And reach with blossoms to the floor
Endlessly a part
Of everything it will live for
In that darkness we’ll speak, brush aside...
She spoke of it often, about letting it in from the cold
About the sounds it made
Pulling its sword and its blade
From its shadowy side
And so her world went up in flames
Consuming her skin and hands
Her body lifted from the floor
Into the ashes that would feed the core
Of the cherry tree we’ll plant next door
She’ll forever weep in the rain and snow
And reach with blossoms to the floor
Endlessly a part
Of everything it will live for
In that darkness we’ll speak, brush aside...
#grief
#earth
#shadows
#memories
#LifeCycle
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cloud song
the clouds care so little
for me.
am i not enough;
does rain not offend me?
does salting you from above
move and quell the child in me?
there are forces within the line of
your face;
it is by far strange, and relic to ancients
long dead; not knowing the rhythm,
not knowing what is right;
not knowing where I'm going
is the
worse under your arms.
for me.
am i not enough;
does rain not offend me?
does salting you from above
move and quell the child in me?
there are forces within the line of
your face;
it is by far strange, and relic to ancients
long dead; not knowing the rhythm,
not knowing what is right;
not knowing where I'm going
is the
worse under your arms.
#depression
#grief
#loneliness #philosophical
#loneliness #philosophical
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Broken Box
Have you ever hung in a pile of trash
Have you ever slept next to your Mother’s ash
Or died in a room that haunts
Whilst terrorised by such unkempt thoughts
I have lived in hollows bare
And empty shells of past
Piggy-backed on those who care
To make any sordid lie last
There is no line nor word-
No syllable or rhyme,
That can ever expunge
my rancid hate and crime
Locked in these walls
Field and death heads combine
I always wish for erasure
A life led half held and divine
...
Have you ever slept next to your Mother’s ash
Or died in a room that haunts
Whilst terrorised by such unkempt thoughts
I have lived in hollows bare
And empty shells of past
Piggy-backed on those who care
To make any sordid lie last
There is no line nor word-
No syllable or rhyme,
That can ever expunge
my rancid hate and crime
Locked in these walls
Field and death heads combine
I always wish for erasure
A life led half held and divine
...
#anxiety
#love
#grief #breakup
#grief #breakup
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I miss you brother
I sit by your grave, knowing not what to say, it's been two months now since you were taken away, I miss you more brother every day,
I'm looking after mum, but she is a mess, contemplating suicide because of the stress, I feel like I've been punched in the chest
I can't sleep , I'm scared of what mum may do, we can't lose her the same way we lost you,
I believe you waited for me before you passed on, it's the longest ever trip that I've done,
I don’t know how we're going to get through this, but we will, we have to,
So if you're...
I'm looking after mum, but she is a mess, contemplating suicide because of the stress, I feel like I've been punched in the chest
I can't sleep , I'm scared of what mum may do, we can't lose her the same way we lost you,
I believe you waited for me before you passed on, it's the longest ever trip that I've done,
I don’t know how we're going to get through this, but we will, we have to,
So if you're...
#regret
#grief
#heartbroken
#emptiness
#fear
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Spring isn’t Coming
It’s been a long winter
She whispers softly
She looks as though she hasn’t left that seat in months
Her hand is clutching a nearly empty bottle
As though it is the only thing grounding her here
Her leg is bouncing uncontrollably
As if her body is reminding her she can move
The winters here are long
And cold
And harsh
They take and they take and they take
And they feel as though they will never end
The snow keeps falling ...
She whispers softly
She looks as though she hasn’t left that seat in months
Her hand is clutching a nearly empty bottle
As though it is the only thing grounding her here
Her leg is bouncing uncontrollably
As if her body is reminding her she can move
The winters here are long
And cold
And harsh
They take and they take and they take
And they feel as though they will never end
The snow keeps falling ...
#grief
#dark
#denial #emptiness
#denial #emptiness
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Time Heals
the scar remains
sometimes
forgotten
sometimes
noticed
in the mirror
reminding
unexpectedly
sometimes
we scratch
unconsciously
a vague
itch
sometimes
we don't notice
it
but the area around
it
seems different
unreal
time heals
memories fade
the scar remains
(C) 2022 Raibeart Bruis
sometimes
forgotten
sometimes
noticed
in the mirror
reminding
unexpectedly
sometimes
we scratch
unconsciously
a vague
itch
sometimes
we don't notice
it
but the area around
it
seems different
unreal
time heals
memories fade
the scar remains
(C) 2022 Raibeart Bruis
#grief
#death
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The Room
the room is
just the way he left it
blink 182 and
linkin park posters
on one wall
forest mural
on the other
the room is
just the way he left it
harry potter
and holes
on the bookshelf
grey comforter
on the bed
with five pillows
the room is
just the way he left it
jeans and
tee shirts
hang in the closet
blown glass pipe
and bic lighter
on top of the dresser
next to pictures of mom
and dad birthdays
and easter...
just the way he left it
blink 182 and
linkin park posters
on one wall
forest mural
on the other
the room is
just the way he left it
harry potter
and holes
on the bookshelf
grey comforter
on the bed
with five pillows
the room is
just the way he left it
jeans and
tee shirts
hang in the closet
blown glass pipe
and bic lighter
on top of the dresser
next to pictures of mom
and dad birthdays
and easter...
#love
#grief
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Epitaph For A Friend
he knew
how to talk to women
and kids
he knew
how to tell you
what you need to know
he knew
how to ask
things
he knew
how to
listen
he knew
when
to cry
and how
to make
you laugh
he knew
when to
tell the truth
and when
to say
what needed to be said
he knew
when to give
a pat on the back
or
a kick
in the ass
his compliments
were few
but always sincere
his criticisms ...
how to talk to women
and kids
he knew
how to tell you
what you need to know
he knew
how to ask
things
he knew
how to
listen
he knew
when
to cry
and how
to make
you laugh
he knew
when to
tell the truth
and when
to say
what needed to be said
he knew
when to give
a pat on the back
or
a kick
in the ass
his compliments
were few
but always sincere
his criticisms ...
#love
#grief
#friendship
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Collateral Damage
children
give meaning
to life
what does
life mean
when children die
(C) 2022 Raibeart Bruis
give meaning
to life
what does
life mean
when children die
(C) 2022 Raibeart Bruis
#grief
#war
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the weight of it
It's like trying to ride a wave
that would rather drag you under
and the exhaustion of trying
to stay afloat isn't something
that's easy to explain
to someone who's never
felt the pull of the riptide
and feared what it could mean
to go under
...
I remember her dying
I remember my strength in that moment
as I held her hand and whispered
meaningless words of comfort
that couldn't change the outcome
though perhaps it was enough
that I was there
to let her know she didn't
have...
that would rather drag you under
and the exhaustion of trying
to stay afloat isn't something
that's easy to explain
to someone who's never
felt the pull of the riptide
and feared what it could mean
to go under
...
I remember her dying
I remember my strength in that moment
as I held her hand and whispered
meaningless words of comfort
that couldn't change the outcome
though perhaps it was enough
that I was there
to let her know she didn't
have...
#anxiety
#love
#depression
#grief
#death
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