Poems About Grief by New Members
#grief
Poems about grief by new members. Poems written by members who joined within the last 30 days.
Under the Clovers
Peek out the Patio,
Pasture of clovers.
Reminiscent of the time I exhausted,
Your panting decelerated.
Obscure thumps ready to cease,
My eyes tinged in agony.
With an embrace, you’re guided through the trefoils,
A reminder of a decade before.
Oh, the torment you were in.
As the cancer expanded across your physique,
My perception was murky.
Vet on standby, wails were muffled,
Tranquilly, you faded…
Now, flourishing where you rest,
Between the meadow of clovers,
Shamrocks of four-leaves.
Pasture of clovers.
Reminiscent of the time I exhausted,
Your panting decelerated.
Obscure thumps ready to cease,
My eyes tinged in agony.
With an embrace, you’re guided through the trefoils,
A reminder of a decade before.
Oh, the torment you were in.
As the cancer expanded across your physique,
My perception was murky.
Vet on standby, wails were muffled,
Tranquilly, you faded…
Now, flourishing where you rest,
Between the meadow of clovers,
Shamrocks of four-leaves.
#grief
#death
#animals #denial
#animals #denial
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Under the Clovers
Peek out the Patio,
Pasture of clovers.
Reminiscent of the time I exhausted,
Your panting decelerated.
Obscure thumps ready to cease,
My eyes tinged in agony.
With an embrace, you’re guided through the trefoils,
A reminder of a decade before.
Oh, the torment you were in.
As the cancer expanded across your physique,
My perception was murky.
Vet on standby, wails were muffled,
Tranquilly, you faded…
Now, flourishing where you rest,
Between the meadow of clovers,
Shamrocks of four-leaves.
Pasture of clovers.
Reminiscent of the time I exhausted,
Your panting decelerated.
Obscure thumps ready to cease,
My eyes tinged in agony.
With an embrace, you’re guided through the trefoils,
A reminder of a decade before.
Oh, the torment you were in.
As the cancer expanded across your physique,
My perception was murky.
Vet on standby, wails were muffled,
Tranquilly, you faded…
Now, flourishing where you rest,
Between the meadow of clovers,
Shamrocks of four-leaves.
#grief
#death
#animals #denial
#animals #denial
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Under the Clovers
Peek out the Patio,
Pasture of clovers.
Reminiscent of the time I exhausted,
Your panting decelerated.
Obscure thumps ready to cease,
My eyes tinged in agony.
With an embrace, you’re guided through the trefoils,
A reminder of a decade before.
Oh, the torment you were in.
As the cancer expanded across your physique,
My perception was murky.
Vet on standby, wails were muffled,
Tranquilly, you faded…
Now, flourishing where you rest,
Between the meadow of clovers,
Shamrocks of four-leaves.
Pasture of clovers.
Reminiscent of the time I exhausted,
Your panting decelerated.
Obscure thumps ready to cease,
My eyes tinged in agony.
With an embrace, you’re guided through the trefoils,
A reminder of a decade before.
Oh, the torment you were in.
As the cancer expanded across your physique,
My perception was murky.
Vet on standby, wails were muffled,
Tranquilly, you faded…
Now, flourishing where you rest,
Between the meadow of clovers,
Shamrocks of four-leaves.
#grief
#death
#animals #denial
#animals #denial
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1 Comment
Under the Clovers
Peek out the Patio,
Pasture of clovers.
Reminiscent of the time I exhausted,
Your panting decelerated.
Obscure thumps ready to cease,
My eyes tinged in agony.
With an embrace, you’re guided through the trefoils,
A reminder of a decade before.
Oh, the torment you were in.
As the cancer expanded across your physique,
My perception was murky.
Vet on standby, wails were muffled,
Tranquilly, you faded…
Now, flourishing where you rest,
Between the meadow of clovers,
Shamrocks of four-leaves.
Pasture of clovers.
Reminiscent of the time I exhausted,
Your panting decelerated.
Obscure thumps ready to cease,
My eyes tinged in agony.
With an embrace, you’re guided through the trefoils,
A reminder of a decade before.
Oh, the torment you were in.
As the cancer expanded across your physique,
My perception was murky.
Vet on standby, wails were muffled,
Tranquilly, you faded…
Now, flourishing where you rest,
Between the meadow of clovers,
Shamrocks of four-leaves.
#grief
#death
#animals #denial
#animals #denial
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#22
I am standing on the threshold.
The threshold to a new hell.
This one's got the blue fire,
From this one there's a way out, yet I remain still.
There is a path I think, leading to a place full of calm exhalations.
But,
I don't like the green,
I don't want the gold.
I think I need the blue.
Maybe black will do.
This place's tried and true,
At least so I've been told.
Just hate being seen.
That's all.
I am standing on the threshold,
The threshold to a new hell.
It is getting kind of cold here, ...
The threshold to a new hell.
This one's got the blue fire,
From this one there's a way out, yet I remain still.
There is a path I think, leading to a place full of calm exhalations.
But,
I don't like the green,
I don't want the gold.
I think I need the blue.
Maybe black will do.
This place's tried and true,
At least so I've been told.
Just hate being seen.
That's all.
I am standing on the threshold,
The threshold to a new hell.
It is getting kind of cold here, ...
#grief
#hell
#apathy
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#22
I am standing on the threshold.
The threshold to a new hell.
This one's got the blue fire,
From this one there's a way out, yet I remain still.
There is a path I think, leading to a place full of calm exhalations.
But,
I don't like the green,
I don't want the gold.
I think I need the blue.
Maybe black will do.
This place's tried and true,
At least so I've been told.
Just hate being seen.
That's all.
I am standing on the threshold,
The threshold to a new hell.
It is getting kind of cold here, ...
The threshold to a new hell.
This one's got the blue fire,
From this one there's a way out, yet I remain still.
There is a path I think, leading to a place full of calm exhalations.
But,
I don't like the green,
I don't want the gold.
I think I need the blue.
Maybe black will do.
This place's tried and true,
At least so I've been told.
Just hate being seen.
That's all.
I am standing on the threshold,
The threshold to a new hell.
It is getting kind of cold here, ...
#grief
#hell
#apathy
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0 Comments
#22
I am standing on the threshold.
The threshold to a new hell.
This one's got the blue fire,
From this one there's a way out, yet I remain still.
There is a path I think, leading to a place full of calm exhalations.
But,
I don't like the green,
I don't want the gold.
I think I need the blue.
Maybe black will do.
This place's tried and true,
At least so I've been told.
Just hate being seen.
That's all.
I am standing on the threshold,
The threshold to a new hell.
It is getting kind of cold here, ...
The threshold to a new hell.
This one's got the blue fire,
From this one there's a way out, yet I remain still.
There is a path I think, leading to a place full of calm exhalations.
But,
I don't like the green,
I don't want the gold.
I think I need the blue.
Maybe black will do.
This place's tried and true,
At least so I've been told.
Just hate being seen.
That's all.
I am standing on the threshold,
The threshold to a new hell.
It is getting kind of cold here, ...
#grief
#hell
#apathy
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What Comes After
It was never the throws of passion
that we shared together that I miss
most about you, it was what came
after...
It wasn't the long walks in the woods
to get lost together that I remember
most about our weekend getaways,
it was what came after...
It wasn't being able to see your face
after too many hours at work that
got me threw the days, it was what
came after...
It was the look in your eyes as we
stared endlessly at each other for
what seemed like an eternity on end
It was the lack of fear...
that we shared together that I miss
most about you, it was what came
after...
It wasn't the long walks in the woods
to get lost together that I remember
most about our weekend getaways,
it was what came after...
It wasn't being able to see your face
after too many hours at work that
got me threw the days, it was what
came after...
It was the look in your eyes as we
stared endlessly at each other for
what seemed like an eternity on end
It was the lack of fear...
#grief
#loneliness
#heartbroken
#FeelingLost
#emptiness
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7 Comments
What Comes After
It was never the throws of passion
that we shared together that I miss
most about you, it was what came
after...
It wasn't the long walks in the woods
to get lost together that I remember
most about our weekend getaways,
it was what came after...
It wasn't being able to see your face
after too many hours at work that
got me threw the days, it was what
came after...
It was the look in your eyes as we
stared endlessly at each other for
what seemed like an eternity on end
It was the lack of fear...
that we shared together that I miss
most about you, it was what came
after...
It wasn't the long walks in the woods
to get lost together that I remember
most about our weekend getaways,
it was what came after...
It wasn't being able to see your face
after too many hours at work that
got me threw the days, it was what
came after...
It was the look in your eyes as we
stared endlessly at each other for
what seemed like an eternity on end
It was the lack of fear...
#grief
#loneliness
#heartbroken
#FeelingLost
#emptiness
100 reads
7 Comments
What Comes After
It was never the throws of passion
that we shared together that I miss
most about you, it was what came
after...
It wasn't the long walks in the woods
to get lost together that I remember
most about our weekend getaways,
it was what came after...
It wasn't being able to see your face
after too many hours at work that
got me threw the days, it was what
came after...
It was the look in your eyes as we
stared endlessly at each other for
what seemed like an eternity on end
It was the lack of fear...
that we shared together that I miss
most about you, it was what came
after...
It wasn't the long walks in the woods
to get lost together that I remember
most about our weekend getaways,
it was what came after...
It wasn't being able to see your face
after too many hours at work that
got me threw the days, it was what
came after...
It was the look in your eyes as we
stared endlessly at each other for
what seemed like an eternity on end
It was the lack of fear...
#grief
#loneliness
#heartbroken
#FeelingLost
#emptiness
100 reads
7 Comments
What Comes After
It was never the throws of passion
that we shared together that I miss
most about you, it was what came
after...
It wasn't the long walks in the woods
to get lost together that I remember
most about our weekend getaways,
it was what came after...
It wasn't being able to see your face
after too many hours at work that
got me threw the days, it was what
came after...
It was the look in your eyes as we
stared endlessly at each other for
what seemed like an eternity on end
It was the lack of fear...
that we shared together that I miss
most about you, it was what came
after...
It wasn't the long walks in the woods
to get lost together that I remember
most about our weekend getaways,
it was what came after...
It wasn't being able to see your face
after too many hours at work that
got me threw the days, it was what
came after...
It was the look in your eyes as we
stared endlessly at each other for
what seemed like an eternity on end
It was the lack of fear...
#grief
#loneliness
#heartbroken
#FeelingLost
#emptiness
100 reads
7 Comments
What Comes After
It was never the throws of passion
that we shared together that I miss
most about you, it was what came
after...
It wasn't the long walks in the woods
to get lost together that I remember
most about our weekend getaways,
it was what came after...
It wasn't being able to see your face
after too many hours at work that
got me threw the days, it was what
came after...
It was the look in your eyes as we
stared endlessly at each other for
what seemed like an eternity on end
It was the lack of fear...
that we shared together that I miss
most about you, it was what came
after...
It wasn't the long walks in the woods
to get lost together that I remember
most about our weekend getaways,
it was what came after...
It wasn't being able to see your face
after too many hours at work that
got me threw the days, it was what
came after...
It was the look in your eyes as we
stared endlessly at each other for
what seemed like an eternity on end
It was the lack of fear...
#grief
#loneliness
#heartbroken
#FeelingLost
#emptiness
100 reads
7 Comments
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