Least Read Poems About Grief
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A Moment Please ...
Finding the way past that lump in your throat
Can feel like the hardest thing you ever did
Finding the way past your own boundaries
Can scare you into paralyzing stillness
The world stops
The stars stop shining
The air gets too thick
Your absentmindedly smiling
Caught in that moment
Before reaction
Suspended inaction
Before it ever happened
Sitting comfortably there
With your cup of coffee
And Nicotine
Glancing through your memories
Breathe deeply
Take that moment,...
Can feel like the hardest thing you ever did
Finding the way past your own boundaries
Can scare you into paralyzing stillness
The world stops
The stars stop shining
The air gets too thick
Your absentmindedly smiling
Caught in that moment
Before reaction
Suspended inaction
Before it ever happened
Sitting comfortably there
With your cup of coffee
And Nicotine
Glancing through your memories
Breathe deeply
Take that moment,...
#love
#grief
#LifeCycle
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To Hide a Heart
sunshine shadows cast
reeds intertwined to darkness
a shelter is born
reeds intertwined to darkness
a shelter is born
#dark
#grief
#love #TimeHeals
#love #TimeHeals
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Day by Day
Emotional memories
flood my existence
like a structurally
damaged dam
Forcing me to face
the man that I am
Or at least what’s become
of this shallow and broken
vessel version of a man
Whose reflected image
was nothing but so much of an
enclosed sham
Rebooting and resetting
as if I were an infected program
When did it all go wrong?
When did I go wrong?
Early mornings encircle
my miserable conundrum
like maddening hunger enraged
vultures on the prowl
...
flood my existence
like a structurally
damaged dam
Forcing me to face
the man that I am
Or at least what’s become
of this shallow and broken
vessel version of a man
Whose reflected image
was nothing but so much of an
enclosed sham
Rebooting and resetting
as if I were an infected program
When did it all go wrong?
When did I go wrong?
Early mornings encircle
my miserable conundrum
like maddening hunger enraged
vultures on the prowl
...
#anxiety
#grief
#loneliness
#dark
#despair
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2 Comments
Blankets To Hide
Blood once fiery with passion
runs cold, dripping in bitter seasons,
snowfall without happiness
A house of cards amidst the winds
of grief and loss, reshuffled and cut to
clubs or spades, deafened by the
metronome click of the second hand as
the time of his life elapses
Walking adjacent to life but not in it,
a facade of acceptance beneath the
black blanket of death
runs cold, dripping in bitter seasons,
snowfall without happiness
A house of cards amidst the winds
of grief and loss, reshuffled and cut to
clubs or spades, deafened by the
metronome click of the second hand as
the time of his life elapses
Walking adjacent to life but not in it,
a facade of acceptance beneath the
black blanket of death
#dark
#FeelingLost
#grief
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A son too soon has set…
A dark corner in a smoke filled bar room
there sits a man contemplating his doom
holding the dust of a once first born bloom
sipping on bourbon he seals his own tomb
Traveling through time in a mind full of loss
swimming through starlight he hazards the cost
will forever be enough time to mourn
drowning in the river Styx he’s reborn
Future is farther away than before
he barters with gods to settle the score
a temptress in black spreads her wings to fly
silently crying, his tears asking why
Loss tears a piece of the...
there sits a man contemplating his doom
holding the dust of a once first born bloom
sipping on bourbon he seals his own tomb
Traveling through time in a mind full of loss
swimming through starlight he hazards the cost
will forever be enough time to mourn
drowning in the river Styx he’s reborn
Future is farther away than before
he barters with gods to settle the score
a temptress in black spreads her wings to fly
silently crying, his tears asking why
Loss tears a piece of the...
#grief
#heartbroken
#sadness
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We Survived Their Attack Part 2
(Yesterday’s News). Page 3
I cower in her sands
Burying my head in her hands
I’m transported back home
Harkening to little footsteps roam
My wife is out with her friends
In search of her afterparty cleanse
The night is still young
I taste its intentions on my tongue
Time for my daughter’s dreams to ascend
Playing back my naughty thoughts as they suspend
I don on my maid
Purifying our quarters for a romantic cascade
The feng shui must compliment the mood
Candles and rose petals elevate my servitude
She...
I cower in her sands
Burying my head in her hands
I’m transported back home
Harkening to little footsteps roam
My wife is out with her friends
In search of her afterparty cleanse
The night is still young
I taste its intentions on my tongue
Time for my daughter’s dreams to ascend
Playing back my naughty thoughts as they suspend
I don on my maid
Purifying our quarters for a romantic cascade
The feng shui must compliment the mood
Candles and rose petals elevate my servitude
She...
#sadness
#grief
#strength
#loneliness
#hope
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Grief Trials
The losses in life create chasms
within the soul, perforations that leave
it easily torn
It's wounds bleed happiness and
create unseen scars that burn as
their made, leaving indelible marks
on a broken heart
So maybe time heals, but for now
it's far too soon, the scars however,
will be there forever
within the soul, perforations that leave
it easily torn
It's wounds bleed happiness and
create unseen scars that burn as
their made, leaving indelible marks
on a broken heart
So maybe time heals, but for now
it's far too soon, the scars however,
will be there forever
#death
#grief
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Something In the Mirror
A coagulation of ideas,
congregations around the bleeding
dreams of yesterday, while the remains
of a life slowly drain away
I often tug at the scab of unrealized
creations, yearning for things long since
taken away, it's the invisible scars that
often hurt the most
Had love been the cure, the candle in my
heart might still burn, alas there is only cold
where warmth once was, and an emptiness
from whence a universe is born
So deep the fantasy, to reality there is
no return, only the continuous walk between ...
congregations around the bleeding
dreams of yesterday, while the remains
of a life slowly drain away
I often tug at the scab of unrealized
creations, yearning for things long since
taken away, it's the invisible scars that
often hurt the most
Had love been the cure, the candle in my
heart might still burn, alas there is only cold
where warmth once was, and an emptiness
from whence a universe is born
So deep the fantasy, to reality there is
no return, only the continuous walk between ...
#sadness
#grief
#dreams
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Viking Forged
A bitter cold breaks the lens of a soul
suffering, blinding it to the wondrous
colors of light refracted by the echos of
happier times and fond memories
The agony of a death not yours pours a monochromatic monotony about the day
as blurred visions whisper of loss and
denial, still he forges on, until Valhalla
They grey skies lurk about as they are
reflected by the troubled waters, this
rambunctious inner child gives way to a
man hurting, there is no sanctuary
He stands from what was a kneeling
position,...
suffering, blinding it to the wondrous
colors of light refracted by the echos of
happier times and fond memories
The agony of a death not yours pours a monochromatic monotony about the day
as blurred visions whisper of loss and
denial, still he forges on, until Valhalla
They grey skies lurk about as they are
reflected by the troubled waters, this
rambunctious inner child gives way to a
man hurting, there is no sanctuary
He stands from what was a kneeling
position,...
#bittersweet
#despair
#grief
#redemption
#respect
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6 Comments
Valhalla
Staring into a blank canvas,
as the ink flows to form words
a sorrow befalls me and I too wish
to be absorbed into a vast void
Following the ink into another universe
seeping into a place of nothingness
writing myself a story of oblivion
upon the backs of the shadow people
Wrestling demons with my eyes shut
fighting blindly as I dare not see that
this is real, crushed by breaking waves
pummeling a rapidly eroding shore
Pieces cut from me slowly drift away
and the pain of a searcher that cannot
find...
as the ink flows to form words
a sorrow befalls me and I too wish
to be absorbed into a vast void
Following the ink into another universe
seeping into a place of nothingness
writing myself a story of oblivion
upon the backs of the shadow people
Wrestling demons with my eyes shut
fighting blindly as I dare not see that
this is real, crushed by breaking waves
pummeling a rapidly eroding shore
Pieces cut from me slowly drift away
and the pain of a searcher that cannot
find...
#grief
#love
#memories
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5 Comments
Head Space
There was a time
I believed your tongue
Silvered words chime
In my head they hung
Hot-air balloons
Swelled my ego’s delight
Outside buffoons
I ignored on site
I believed everything you were
Ingested every lie you’d slur
I questioned myself when the truth was right there
Because ignorance was grand when I lived in fear
I saw no reason
To abandon your love
Blind to your treason
It fit like a glove
Blind to your deceit
I cared not to look
I marched to your beat
A controlled opened book ...
I believed your tongue
Silvered words chime
In my head they hung
Hot-air balloons
Swelled my ego’s delight
Outside buffoons
I ignored on site
I believed everything you were
Ingested every lie you’d slur
I questioned myself when the truth was right there
Because ignorance was grand when I lived in fear
I saw no reason
To abandon your love
Blind to your treason
It fit like a glove
Blind to your deceit
I cared not to look
I marched to your beat
A controlled opened book ...
#sadness
#anger
#regret
#grief
#shame
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Shannen
I saw you as misunderstood
we kindred in imperfection, beautiful
with little flecks of pain you wore
with grace
always moving, always creating
you carved a path and
left a mark
Just my two cents,
use them for the ferryman
we kindred in imperfection, beautiful
with little flecks of pain you wore
with grace
always moving, always creating
you carved a path and
left a mark
Just my two cents,
use them for the ferryman
#grief
#strength
16 reads
3 Comments
DU Poetry : Least Read Poems About Grief