wallyroo92
Bumped 30th Jan 2025 9:21pm
13th Sep 2019 2:45pm
13th Sep 2019 2:45pm
Another Phase of Life
Time and space move so differently here,
The agony and pain have subsided,
Actually my brain understands that fear
Is an illusion the living provided.
There’s no light at the end of this tunnel,
The darkness covers everything around,
There’s nothing here to make me stumble,
Just an echo that makes a faint sound.
But it’s the grief of those that are still living,
Trying to deal with departure and sorrow,
As my body withers I’m shifting,
Knowing for me there is no tomorrow.
I’ve been here before but I can’t remember,
My memories...
The agony and pain have subsided,
Actually my brain understands that fear
Is an illusion the living provided.
There’s no light at the end of this tunnel,
The darkness covers everything around,
There’s nothing here to make me stumble,
Just an echo that makes a faint sound.
But it’s the grief of those that are still living,
Trying to deal with departure and sorrow,
As my body withers I’m shifting,
Knowing for me there is no tomorrow.
I’ve been here before but I can’t remember,
My memories...
#grief
#death
#spiritual
593 reads
4 Comments
Xaphan
Poem Published
29th Jan 2025 11:32am
29th Jan 2025 11:32am
To Ginny
Goodbye my love, this is my forlorn, farewell
For when midnight chimed, twas a fateful knell
With one, last, tired breath, we were torn apart
Hence, these words, are from my broken heart
I know you were stubborn and would not be told
You were also kind and loving, with a heart of gold
So I will take some solace, on your summer's day
And from my idle reveries, you will never stray
Now that you're free from fear, I can ease the pain
Even though, my love, time's not ours to claim
For the anguish ended, when you lost the fight ...
For when midnight chimed, twas a fateful knell
With one, last, tired breath, we were torn apart
Hence, these words, are from my broken heart
I know you were stubborn and would not be told
You were also kind and loving, with a heart of gold
So I will take some solace, on your summer's day
And from my idle reveries, you will never stray
Now that you're free from fear, I can ease the pain
Even though, my love, time's not ours to claim
For the anguish ended, when you lost the fight ...
#death
#despair
#grief #love
#grief #love
44 reads
bbch0n
Poem Published
28th Jan 2025 12:29pm
28th Jan 2025 12:29pm
Pair of socks
As I sit here in front of you tonight
I wonder why you left without saying goodbye
Wondering how fast
In a blink of an eye, you’re gone.
There are so many things
I want to share with you
So many words
Left unsaid.
Rest now my lovely sister
I wish in heaven
There’s plenty of chocolates,
And unlimited cakes.
Coz I know
How much
You are
Addicted to sweets.
Don’t worry about us
Don’t worry about Mama and Paps
Don’t worry…
We are very much ok.
You’ll always be ...
I wonder why you left without saying goodbye
Wondering how fast
In a blink of an eye, you’re gone.
There are so many things
I want to share with you
So many words
Left unsaid.
Rest now my lovely sister
I wish in heaven
There’s plenty of chocolates,
And unlimited cakes.
Coz I know
How much
You are
Addicted to sweets.
Don’t worry about us
Don’t worry about Mama and Paps
Don’t worry…
We are very much ok.
You’ll always be ...
#death
#grief
#memorial
#memories
#sister
45 reads
2 Comments
Da_kwesta
Poem Published
28th Jan 2025 9:43am
28th Jan 2025 9:43am
Rotting Brothers in the Congo Jungle
They sent our brothers into a war
not ours to fight, not ours to win,
into a jungle that whispers screams
where shadows swallow names.
A place where the earth drinks blood,
the soil too tired to weep anymore,
and the trees grow twisted with grief,
branches like arms that can’t hold them.
Mothers’ prayers travel miles,
but the wind is cruel—it drops them
in the dust of forgotten roads,
never reaching their sons’ ears.
Their bodies lie in a foreign tongue,
their bones writing poetry the world won’t read. ...
not ours to fight, not ours to win,
into a jungle that whispers screams
where shadows swallow names.
A place where the earth drinks blood,
the soil too tired to weep anymore,
and the trees grow twisted with grief,
branches like arms that can’t hold them.
Mothers’ prayers travel miles,
but the wind is cruel—it drops them
in the dust of forgotten roads,
never reaching their sons’ ears.
Their bodies lie in a foreign tongue,
their bones writing poetry the world won’t read. ...
#anger
#anxiety
#apathy
#grief
#heartbroken
67 reads
4 Comments
chihiro_angel
geeeeel.crp
geeeeel.crp
Poem Published
27th Jan 2025 3:02am
27th Jan 2025 3:02am
Certain Exile
No one truly knows the weight of certainty,
The kind that whispers you don’t belong anywhere.
Not just the ache of feeling out of place,
But the cold, sharp truth of knowing it.
Familiar faces do not bring comfort,
Only the reminder that you are somewhere you do not fit.
The streets you grew up walking feel like strangers.
Each turn offers nothing but emptiness,
A longing for something you cannot name,
Something you are certain does not exist.
It is not just voices that drift past,
They are languages you...
The kind that whispers you don’t belong anywhere.
Not just the ache of feeling out of place,
But the cold, sharp truth of knowing it.
Familiar faces do not bring comfort,
Only the reminder that you are somewhere you do not fit.
The streets you grew up walking feel like strangers.
Each turn offers nothing but emptiness,
A longing for something you cannot name,
Something you are certain does not exist.
It is not just voices that drift past,
They are languages you...
#confusion
#disappointment
#grief
52 reads
1 Comment
Da_kwesta
Poem Published
26th Jan 2025 6:35am
26th Jan 2025 6:35am
The Crime of Words
If ink becomes illegal,
if words are chained and burned in the square—
what then of us, the lunatics with pens?
Would we bite the tips of our tongues
and bleed verses into our mouths,
spitting sonnets in shadows
where no ear dares linger?
Would we smuggle metaphors
in the seams of our jackets,
carve haikus into bathroom stalls
with the jagged edges of broken stars?
Would we gather under moonlight—
a cult of mad scribes,
pounding out our madness on rocks
until they crack open like truth?
They will call us...
if words are chained and burned in the square—
what then of us, the lunatics with pens?
Would we bite the tips of our tongues
and bleed verses into our mouths,
spitting sonnets in shadows
where no ear dares linger?
Would we smuggle metaphors
in the seams of our jackets,
carve haikus into bathroom stalls
with the jagged edges of broken stars?
Would we gather under moonlight—
a cult of mad scribes,
pounding out our madness on rocks
until they crack open like truth?
They will call us...
#grief
#heartbroken
#philosophical #politics
#philosophical #politics
76 reads
2 Comments
moony_
Poem Published
26th Jan 2025 5:20am
26th Jan 2025 5:20am
Grief For A Living Being
I wish
Someone would just knock me out
I can’t stop thinking
I want to stop thinking
Please
Get rid of it all.
Someone would just knock me out
I can’t stop thinking
I want to stop thinking
Please
Get rid of it all.
#grief
#sadness
47 reads
1 Comment
Johnny_Silver
Poem Published
25th Jan 2025 11:32pm
25th Jan 2025 11:32pm
Life Moves On
I remember a day
So very long ago
When I'd play in the garden
Chasing ladybugs in summer
There was beauty in the simplicity
The sunny days of 2000-something
When age was a single number
And I was still in one piece
This world will change you
It'll darken your innocent soul
Draining your heart
As things fall apart
We'd all love to stay in those good old days
But life moves on
Do you remember
So very long ago
When we could play make-believe
Our imagination limitless
It's funny...
So very long ago
When I'd play in the garden
Chasing ladybugs in summer
There was beauty in the simplicity
The sunny days of 2000-something
When age was a single number
And I was still in one piece
This world will change you
It'll darken your innocent soul
Draining your heart
As things fall apart
We'd all love to stay in those good old days
But life moves on
Do you remember
So very long ago
When we could play make-believe
Our imagination limitless
It's funny...
#childhood
#depression
#grief #memories
#grief #memories
73 reads
2 Comments
Nvmb
Poem Published
25th Jan 2025 5:41pm
25th Jan 2025 5:41pm
I Saw You In My Dreams Last Night...
I SAW YOU IN MY DREAMS AGAIN FOR THE FIRST TIME IN SO MANY MONTHS, AND NOW I'M RIGHT BACK WHERE I WAS
THE NIGHT THAT YOU BROKE EVERY TEENAGE VOW WE MADE
THE NIGHT THAT KILLED THE BOY THAT YOU ONCE CLAIMED TO LOVE
THE NIGHT THAT SAW ME RELAPSE ON EVERYTHING I COULD GET MY SHAKING HANDS ON,
THE NIGHT THAT SAW THOSE SAME HANDS END UP COVERED AND CRUSTED IN MY OWN FUCKING BLOOD..
I SAW YOU IN MY DREAMS AGAIN.. AND IT'S BROUGHT ME BACK TO TEARS BECAUSE EVEN THOUGH I KNOW THAT IT WAS ALL JUST IN MY HEAD,
EVERY SECOND FELT SO REAL
I SWEAR TO GXD MY TOUCHSTARVED...
THE NIGHT THAT YOU BROKE EVERY TEENAGE VOW WE MADE
THE NIGHT THAT KILLED THE BOY THAT YOU ONCE CLAIMED TO LOVE
THE NIGHT THAT SAW ME RELAPSE ON EVERYTHING I COULD GET MY SHAKING HANDS ON,
THE NIGHT THAT SAW THOSE SAME HANDS END UP COVERED AND CRUSTED IN MY OWN FUCKING BLOOD..
I SAW YOU IN MY DREAMS AGAIN.. AND IT'S BROUGHT ME BACK TO TEARS BECAUSE EVEN THOUGH I KNOW THAT IT WAS ALL JUST IN MY HEAD,
EVERY SECOND FELT SO REAL
I SWEAR TO GXD MY TOUCHSTARVED...
#anger
#emptiness
#grief
#heartbroken
#loneliness
60 reads
1 Comment
Stoney223
WOLF BAY33
WOLF BAY33
Poem Published
25th Jan 2025 12:15pm
25th Jan 2025 12:15pm
A method to the madness
For sure whatever is the reason there's always an responsible method, to the deepness of the madness, that you and I must truly understand that behind everything. There's a reaction with a raw and uncut point of consequence, that will affect us in ways. THAT sometimes don't make sense. 🤨 BUT yet it's still apart of us, through the process of the journey and travel and walk. THAT we must never forget how to navigate, through the process of what is happening in our lives. FOR sure everything, will stay with you in high sight of trying. Desperately to forget but you can't forget the...
#anger
#confusion
#grief
#hope
#love
82 reads
8 Comments
spectralfeline
vharlin
vharlin
Poem Published
25th Jan 2025 6:43am
25th Jan 2025 6:43am
i can only be me
i̷̝͆̓̋̑͑͗̒́́͘͘͠ͅ...
#friendship
#grief
#healing #SelfReflection
#healing #SelfReflection
69 reads
0 Comments
poptartchan
Poem Published
24th Jan 2025 8:06pm
24th Jan 2025 8:06pm
The soul fields
Are you lost amongst them?
The wisps of those long forgotten?
Those purple flowers sway gently in the wind.
I know they are not truly there.
You are not truly there those are fragments.
The way the streaks of souls float above those flowers of death.
I see you in them. I miss you.
The wisps of those long forgotten?
Those purple flowers sway gently in the wind.
I know they are not truly there.
You are not truly there those are fragments.
The way the streaks of souls float above those flowers of death.
I see you in them. I miss you.
#grief
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DU Poetry : Poems about Grief, Loss and Bereavement
