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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Left Alone
Your life may have ended
But my nightmares did not
You abandoned me here
To fight them off alone
Lucky you get to rest
Whilst i cry in the battle
Of the night
The days are blended
Tightening the knot
Of a rope so drear
The misery has grown
As the grief will infest
Into the shackle
I can't fight
Without you, I've surrendered
To the dreams of distraught
Never a slumber without a tear
Is this Gods way to make me atone
For being ungrateful to what I had been blessed? ...
But my nightmares did not
You abandoned me here
To fight them off alone
Lucky you get to rest
Whilst i cry in the battle
Of the night
The days are blended
Tightening the knot
Of a rope so drear
The misery has grown
As the grief will infest
Into the shackle
I can't fight
Without you, I've surrendered
To the dreams of distraught
Never a slumber without a tear
Is this Gods way to make me atone
For being ungrateful to what I had been blessed? ...
#depression
#grief
#suicide
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Overcast
Constantly had rain given me anxiety
The heart would pound, shoulders tensed
Cold weather piercing through bones
The most dreadful time of pain
But
Once a fond memory in the downpour
A house in ruins, much to clean and fix
No electricity, no running water, only a mess
Happy was i to restore what the past destroyed
There
The dirty dishware littered about by your ex
Who abandoned this abode in disarray
Left for you to sweep, scrub, and wash
The storm outside couldn't keep my help away
You
Had no water for...
The heart would pound, shoulders tensed
Cold weather piercing through bones
The most dreadful time of pain
But
Once a fond memory in the downpour
A house in ruins, much to clean and fix
No electricity, no running water, only a mess
Happy was i to restore what the past destroyed
There
The dirty dishware littered about by your ex
Who abandoned this abode in disarray
Left for you to sweep, scrub, and wash
The storm outside couldn't keep my help away
You
Had no water for...
#death
#grief
#love
#memories
#rain
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Arrival
Its coming for me
I can see it already
The claws of despair
Will pull out my hair
And consume my being
Its coming for me
I can hear the deadly
Shriek of wrath declare
It'll drag me to its lair
And drown out my screaming
Its coming for me
I await dreadfully
Completely aware
That it was my affair
Inducing this price I'm paying
Its coming for me
I can see it already
The claws of despair
Will pull out my hair
And consume my being
Its coming for me
I can hear the deadly
Shriek of wrath declare
It'll drag me to its lair
And drown out my screaming
Its coming for me
I await dreadfully
Completely aware
That it was my affair
Inducing this price I'm paying
Its coming for me
#depression
#karma
#suicide #grief
#suicide #grief
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It's alright to cry
Did you know that when we cry alone in the wee hours of the night, we are only releasing our hurt and pain that we feel deeper than deep, as a woman or a man yeah I know that as a man we aren't supposed, to show that part of us, as a man for sure it's not that we are weak, for sure we have our own emotions and genuine feelings just like a woman. For sure it's alright to cry so that we can shed, the deepness of the truth of the pain that comes, with the hurt. BUT yet you shouldn't stay in that moment of regret, for sometimes things just happen for a righteous reason, as sometimes things just...
#anger
#confusion
#courage
#grief
#strength
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A Lament for Dug, the Worm of the Underground
Well, Dug, O Worm of Deepest Underground,
the hateful Twelfth of May, that date you fear,
that date when we must part, is drawing near,
when all will end, collapsing black around,
and from the Underground will come no sound.
Your well-loved faithful friends will all disperse
like arrows fired, to fall to bad or worse
somewhere upon a distant rocky shore –
then you will hear their singing rhymes no more.
The Twelfth of May approaches like your hearse.
⚰️
the hateful Twelfth of May, that date you fear,
that date when we must part, is drawing near,
when all will end, collapsing black around,
and from the Underground will come no sound.
Your well-loved faithful friends will all disperse
like arrows fired, to fall to bad or worse
somewhere upon a distant rocky shore –
then you will hear their singing rhymes no more.
The Twelfth of May approaches like your hearse.
⚰️
#grief
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Stranger Hugs, Stranger, still
eff me, a tiny insie winsie thought crept into the corners
of my mind -- eyes and leaked out
sad
..... while i was going to check my mailbox.
the nextdoor neighbor's caregiver was gettin' mail,
as well
and my emotions -- i tried very hard to suppress
leaked out
and that caregiver HUGGED ME!!
i was not aware i needed that at that exact that
damnit !!
of my mind -- eyes and leaked out
sad
..... while i was going to check my mailbox.
the nextdoor neighbor's caregiver was gettin' mail,
as well
and my emotions -- i tried very hard to suppress
leaked out
and that caregiver HUGGED ME!!
i was not aware i needed that at that exact that
damnit !!
#grief
#kindness
#sadness
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Rite of Return
The sun bows slowly, mourning the lost son,
a candle flickers—one last breath,
whispered through a temple of fallen dust,
where the wind kneels—where silence feels like comfort,
cut from the cloth of the wordless sky. Here we stand.
A hand traces the names on ancient stone,
a name once worn, now barely warn.
The years have left their weight, as there they wait,
each carefully carved letter like a jagged might,
though the body’s gone, the soul’s still sight.
She told him once: "Sow your steps where light still sews,
pare...
a candle flickers—one last breath,
whispered through a temple of fallen dust,
where the wind kneels—where silence feels like comfort,
cut from the cloth of the wordless sky. Here we stand.
A hand traces the names on ancient stone,
a name once worn, now barely warn.
The years have left their weight, as there they wait,
each carefully carved letter like a jagged might,
though the body’s gone, the soul’s still sight.
She told him once: "Sow your steps where light still sews,
pare...
#grief
#inspirational
#rebirth #WritingPoetry
#rebirth #WritingPoetry
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A Portal to Peace (Somewhere Where it Rains)
Somewhere where it rains
at least some of me
gets washed away.
Simple seems possible
Sorrow seems safe
Somewhere where it rains,
there's a portal to peace
A place to pause
Maybe even new pleasures
to pursue
Somewhere where it rains
-beyond this dirty desert-
there's rain's constant cadence
sweeping away my silence
fooling me with its friendly falling flow
My grief is soundless
Sullen still pictures
Snippets of silent torture
Pictures pouring down
Falling foolishly
Onto a...
at least some of me
gets washed away.
Simple seems possible
Sorrow seems safe
Somewhere where it rains,
there's a portal to peace
A place to pause
Maybe even new pleasures
to pursue
Somewhere where it rains
-beyond this dirty desert-
there's rain's constant cadence
sweeping away my silence
fooling me with its friendly falling flow
My grief is soundless
Sullen still pictures
Snippets of silent torture
Pictures pouring down
Falling foolishly
Onto a...
#grief
#rain
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Hours, Minutes, Seconds
here I am at 3 something in the morning
light is dim as darkness surrounds me
feeling your soul in distress of the unknowing
silence has no resolve with those you truly luv
breaking heart cry’s out softly for understanding
only to be intentionally rudely disarrayed
faith in God within grows stronger each day
for we all know He’s the one in control of life
surrender all to Him and believe in His will
situations in life happen for a reason
at times it’s to test the strength of our belief
others are to awaken truth and...
light is dim as darkness surrounds me
feeling your soul in distress of the unknowing
silence has no resolve with those you truly luv
breaking heart cry’s out softly for understanding
only to be intentionally rudely disarrayed
faith in God within grows stronger each day
for we all know He’s the one in control of life
surrender all to Him and believe in His will
situations in life happen for a reason
at times it’s to test the strength of our belief
others are to awaken truth and...
#aging
#death
#grief #sadness
#grief #sadness
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Missed
I miss you in the night
I miss you in the darkness that envelopes me while I lie in my bed, eyelids peeled back, wide.
I miss you in the shadow creeping up my spine, every crack in my wall
I built inside my head,
shrouded by it all.
I miss you when I feel the sun rays
pierce my skin in the summer days,
and I feel like an insect,
searing with pain, gifted to me
through the lens of a magnifying glass.
Under a spotlight,
invisible and deprived.
The shape of you, torn from my chest. Arms devoid of your...
I miss you in the darkness that envelopes me while I lie in my bed, eyelids peeled back, wide.
I miss you in the shadow creeping up my spine, every crack in my wall
I built inside my head,
shrouded by it all.
I miss you when I feel the sun rays
pierce my skin in the summer days,
and I feel like an insect,
searing with pain, gifted to me
through the lens of a magnifying glass.
Under a spotlight,
invisible and deprived.
The shape of you, torn from my chest. Arms devoid of your...
#grief
#sadness
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It's never good bye
When we die it doesn't mean that you will not be forgotten, but you will always be remembered in the heart and mind. For sure we may feel that what we have to learn is a another lesson about life. For it's true know one lives forever as that is what is life, for sure we have to be strong enough to be able to carry the weight of the world upon our shoulders. For it's that attitude you have to adjust with your thoughts, on what is happening in our lives that will affect us in so many ways sometimes. For sure it's necessary to understand that it's not over when you lose, it's over when you QUITE...
#death
#fate
#grief
#sadness
#StreamOfConsciousness
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Not Really a Poem, so to Speak
i am already hating THIS YEAR, 2025
My Mom dies Monday morning, 10 MAR 25,
BUT i got a text, she went peacefully
a pseudonym for dying in one's sleep?
AND now informed this same week,
DUP has been on an intravenous lifeline
to no avail.
& on top of all of this, a Veteran neighbor caught wind of my Mom's demise
and is worried about suicide.
i am determined to get through APRIL'S NaPo
after all,
i still have to write out my Grief and process the tumultuous other array of feelings
bombarding me,
...
My Mom dies Monday morning, 10 MAR 25,
BUT i got a text, she went peacefully
a pseudonym for dying in one's sleep?
AND now informed this same week,
DUP has been on an intravenous lifeline
to no avail.
& on top of all of this, a Veteran neighbor caught wind of my Mom's demise
and is worried about suicide.
i am determined to get through APRIL'S NaPo
after all,
i still have to write out my Grief and process the tumultuous other array of feelings
bombarding me,
...
#death
#grief
#sadness
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