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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December
December is here with its bittersweet grasp,
festivities and grief tangled up in their own sadistic dance.
The latter hit me just before bed on the third,
my wandering subconscious demanding to be heard.
Whenever I allow my mind to roam - it always finds its way back to you.
If we'd have known, who would we have been?
If you seen me now, would you be proud?
Twinkling lights can't distract from the past in my grasp
and the stolen future i mourn. Memories and dreams melt calmly
like snow fall under sunny winters scorn. ...
festivities and grief tangled up in their own sadistic dance.
The latter hit me just before bed on the third,
my wandering subconscious demanding to be heard.
Whenever I allow my mind to roam - it always finds its way back to you.
If we'd have known, who would we have been?
If you seen me now, would you be proud?
Twinkling lights can't distract from the past in my grasp
and the stolen future i mourn. Memories and dreams melt calmly
like snow fall under sunny winters scorn. ...
#sadness
#anger
#grief
#heartbroken
#death
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Cardboard Butterflies
Stimulation simulation
Broken by this fascination
In my eyes another one dies
Conditioned to crave the lifeless
Chasing cardboard butterflies
Wing span painted end to end
Temporal and colorful as the shell
I fade inside as I behold in mind
Acquiring a taste for such a vibrant hell
Eroticism erosion of our hearts in bed with this flesh of romanticized decay
The light of what doesn’t exist is the greener grass paradox that keeps us wishing life away
Life changing prognosis’s of the flatlining of our time
Wearing thin...
Broken by this fascination
In my eyes another one dies
Conditioned to crave the lifeless
Chasing cardboard butterflies
Wing span painted end to end
Temporal and colorful as the shell
I fade inside as I behold in mind
Acquiring a taste for such a vibrant hell
Eroticism erosion of our hearts in bed with this flesh of romanticized decay
The light of what doesn’t exist is the greener grass paradox that keeps us wishing life away
Life changing prognosis’s of the flatlining of our time
Wearing thin...
#grief
#dreams
#death
#LifeStruggles
#addiction
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Where do you go ?
Where do you go to when
nothing feels right and you
feel like a distant memory?
And you know memories
fade as life carries on .
Where do you go ?.
nothing feels right and you
feel like a distant memory?
And you know memories
fade as life carries on .
Where do you go ?.
#sadness
#anger
#grief
#confusion
#emptiness
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PERIPHERAL
I HATE YOU
I HATE YOU
I HATE YOU
I SCREAM
BUT I NEVER DO
I LOVE YOU
I LOVE YOU
I LOVE YOU
I WHISPER
BUT YOU NEVER DO
HERE FOR A SECOND
VANISH
HAUNT ME
NEVER BECKON
YOU LIVE IN THE CORNER
OF MY WEEPING EYES
YOU NEVER DIE
YOU NEVER DIE
I HATE YOU
I HATE YOU
I SCREAM
BUT I NEVER DO
I LOVE YOU
I LOVE YOU
I LOVE YOU
I WHISPER
BUT YOU NEVER DO
HERE FOR A SECOND
VANISH
HAUNT ME
NEVER BECKON
YOU LIVE IN THE CORNER
OF MY WEEPING EYES
YOU NEVER DIE
YOU NEVER DIE
#anger
#grief
#friendship
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Petals
There once was a Rose hidden from sunlight
Even in the shadows it shone so bright
Thorns so sharp, though seldom inflict spite
Through harsh times, it prospered with all its might
But plucked were the Petals by those close
Abused and battered by the lowest of the lows
Afraid to blossom only for them to dispose
Deserving to flourish in the most beautiful of meadows
Even in the shadows it shone so bright
Thorns so sharp, though seldom inflict spite
Through harsh times, it prospered with all its might
But plucked were the Petals by those close
Abused and battered by the lowest of the lows
Afraid to blossom only for them to dispose
Deserving to flourish in the most beautiful of meadows
#love
#grief
#transgender
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Not just Birthdays.
You hurt me in ways that stays
It’s parked in a pick up truck
It’s not just being remembered
on birthdays or Christmas
It’s so much more than that
It’s every day on this earth
It’s found mostly in the little
things that seem so insignificant
Until you feel that way . Then
It’s becomes significant to
you and nothing feels the same .
It’s parked in a pick up truck
It’s not just being remembered
on birthdays or Christmas
It’s so much more than that
It’s every day on this earth
It’s found mostly in the little
things that seem so insignificant
Until you feel that way . Then
It’s becomes significant to
you and nothing feels the same .
#anger
#grief
#despair
#disappointment
#bittersweet
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Three
I am tired.
I give up.
I'm summoning Azrael,
are you there?
Take me, please.
Just for tonight.
I give up.
I'm summoning Azrael,
are you there?
Take me, please.
Just for tonight.
#anxiety
#grief
#dark #despair
#dark #despair
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So far out, But still together
I reached my hands out,
As my entire world seemed to spin around me,
I didn't comprehend what was happening,
This was all so sudden,
Why didn't I get a warning?
Something could have prevailed,
But again why nothing?
My breaths are so heavy,
I feel tied down to the floor,
My eyes are running like water
And burning like hell,
I sound so silent,
But my thoughts are so loud,
What is happening
I'm now looking at that hole in the ground,
I'm watching as you're being lowered,
But in a way I know I'm in...
As my entire world seemed to spin around me,
I didn't comprehend what was happening,
This was all so sudden,
Why didn't I get a warning?
Something could have prevailed,
But again why nothing?
My breaths are so heavy,
I feel tied down to the floor,
My eyes are running like water
And burning like hell,
I sound so silent,
But my thoughts are so loud,
What is happening
I'm now looking at that hole in the ground,
I'm watching as you're being lowered,
But in a way I know I'm in...
#depression
#grief
#dark
#death
#suicide
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Stages
Wrote a letter today and threw the fucking thing away...
Wrote another letter today just to throw the fucking thing away.
Walked right up to your door
Just to turn around and run away
I see you through the window
Knowing there's nothing left to say
I begged and pleaded my way through every tragedy
Left in anger and bargaining energy
Sometimes love is destroying yourself
And never asking why
Sometimes love is destroying yourself
And never hearing
"I'm sorry" is all I wrote
A thousand...
Wrote another letter today just to throw the fucking thing away.
Walked right up to your door
Just to turn around and run away
I see you through the window
Knowing there's nothing left to say
I begged and pleaded my way through every tragedy
Left in anger and bargaining energy
Sometimes love is destroying yourself
And never asking why
Sometimes love is destroying yourself
And never hearing
"I'm sorry" is all I wrote
A thousand...
#grief
#memories
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Screaming

#hate
#grief
#dark
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in the dead of night
a sonnet
“I discovered to my joy, that it is life, not death,
that has no limits.”—Gabriel García Márquez
the stench of death compasses me about,
his cloak of darkness robbing fast my light;
he chokes his victims in the dead of night,
leaving the whole world withering in doubt.
his belch stank in my face this very day,
ere i could camouflage my kith and kin;
how helplessly i watched him make his win,
snatching my centenarian friend away.
how sullen, now, the faces of my pride,
swollen by emptiness, silent as...
“I discovered to my joy, that it is life, not death,
that has no limits.”—Gabriel García Márquez
the stench of death compasses me about,
his cloak of darkness robbing fast my light;
he chokes his victims in the dead of night,
leaving the whole world withering in doubt.
his belch stank in my face this very day,
ere i could camouflage my kith and kin;
how helplessly i watched him make his win,
snatching my centenarian friend away.
how sullen, now, the faces of my pride,
swollen by emptiness, silent as...
#grief
#dark
#death
#LifeChangingMoment
#separation
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Some people don't deserve freedom; and Nicholas Hopkins is so clearly amongst them!
By Stanley Collymore
Nicholas Hopkins simply has the
attitude, demeanour, character
and obvious lack of genuine
intelligence self-evidently of someone
who clearly isn't going to either make
much out of his own unquestionably
pathetic life or actually get anything
quite significant out of life generally.
A rather typically, sickening state of
affairs undoubtedly amounting to a
distinctively perverse tragedy as he
callously and crucially undoubtedly
quite irresponsibly simply bumbles ...
Nicholas Hopkins simply has the
attitude, demeanour, character
and obvious lack of genuine
intelligence self-evidently of someone
who clearly isn't going to either make
much out of his own unquestionably
pathetic life or actually get anything
quite significant out of life generally.
A rather typically, sickening state of
affairs undoubtedly amounting to a
distinctively perverse tragedy as he
callously and crucially undoubtedly
quite irresponsibly simply bumbles ...
#sadness
#grief
#heartbroken
#despair
#emptiness
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