Poems About Grief by Top Critiquers
#grief
Poems about grief by top critiquers. Poems written by members who have given lots of feedback to other poets this month.
MAGA Paleolithicus
They were an undiscovered type of ape
living among us in truck stops and bars
where there was no acceptable escape
from substance abuse and loud guitars,
and thus they had no complete trains of thought
to mollify the beast in beasty mode
where pride soon saw that they remained untaught
except for using congress as a commode
rather than for tutored parlance, as meant,
and so turbulence ruled MAGA hearts,
so much so, that the jargon which they spent
made less sense...
living among us in truck stops and bars
where there was no acceptable escape
from substance abuse and loud guitars,
and thus they had no complete trains of thought
to mollify the beast in beasty mode
where pride soon saw that they remained untaught
except for using congress as a commode
rather than for tutored parlance, as meant,
and so turbulence ruled MAGA hearts,
so much so, that the jargon which they spent
made less sense...
#grief
#despair
#hurt
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17 Comments
The Devil Does Care
if you want to be heard, just talk to the devils
they are very good listeners.
talk to men, deafenitely they won't hear
and they won't even listen, not only, but
they will anticipate your thoughts
The devil can give your his heart
open wide his ears to listen to you;
regardless of his wicked schemes,
it's all about giving a scope to expression,
a room to vomit your acid pains and morbid
recurrent sick doubts and expectations.............
We...
they are very good listeners.
talk to men, deafenitely they won't hear
and they won't even listen, not only, but
they will anticipate your thoughts
The devil can give your his heart
open wide his ears to listen to you;
regardless of his wicked schemes,
it's all about giving a scope to expression,
a room to vomit your acid pains and morbid
recurrent sick doubts and expectations.............
We...
#anger
#anxiety
#grief
#dark
#confusion
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2 Comments
Valkyrie
While lying in my lair, gems and precious stones strewn everywhere
I'm nestled in amongst the statuettes of you begging for my care
I curl my tail around my body, resting my chin and muzzle right there
The glare from the diamonds reminds me of the sparkle from your skin and hair
So many strewn silver and gold pieces reminds me of Jason's Golden Fleece
I'm panning the streams of existence for worthy pieces of me ored with your loving leash
Hahaha, eyeing myself all along my hunches and all along my tail
There are so many lost memories of you that have...
I'm nestled in amongst the statuettes of you begging for my care
I curl my tail around my body, resting my chin and muzzle right there
The glare from the diamonds reminds me of the sparkle from your skin and hair
So many strewn silver and gold pieces reminds me of Jason's Golden Fleece
I'm panning the streams of existence for worthy pieces of me ored with your loving leash
Hahaha, eyeing myself all along my hunches and all along my tail
There are so many lost memories of you that have...
#love
#grief
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5 Comments
Ode To Misery
I’m a stone in a world of flowers
the curious call of moors,
the old crow language
of wings circling
their ancient dead
peat bodies rotting beneath the weight
of seventies murder. The swaying
New Romantics surrendering to the dark.
I am grey beaches in homeless overcoats,
banshees of Tudor shipwrecks
shaking bone rattles in violent storms.
I am poverty
and steel
and recklessness
an IRA wound on a city wall; coal crowns
of Thatcherite rule haloing unforgiving
stomachs of shoeless...
the curious call of moors,
the old crow language
of wings circling
their ancient dead
peat bodies rotting beneath the weight
of seventies murder. The swaying
New Romantics surrendering to the dark.
I am grey beaches in homeless overcoats,
banshees of Tudor shipwrecks
shaking bone rattles in violent storms.
I am poverty
and steel
and recklessness
an IRA wound on a city wall; coal crowns
of Thatcherite rule haloing unforgiving
stomachs of shoeless...
#grief
#LifeStruggles
#ghosts
#despair
#Britain
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13 Comments
sure enough
as sure as the
wren brings a
song of death
as sure as we
foolishly believe
that time is
something
owed to us
as sure as we
will all step in
a pile of dog
crap at least
once in our
lives
as sure as the
noose tightens
around the
prisoners neck
as gravity laughs
as sure as the
dammed beg
for water in the
eternal summers
of hell
as sure as your
footsteps fading
from my souls
memory
as sure as we ...
wren brings a
song of death
as sure as we
foolishly believe
that time is
something
owed to us
as sure as we
will all step in
a pile of dog
crap at least
once in our
lives
as sure as the
noose tightens
around the
prisoners neck
as gravity laughs
as sure as the
dammed beg
for water in the
eternal summers
of hell
as sure as your
footsteps fading
from my souls
memory
as sure as we ...
#grief
#LifeStruggles
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7 Comments
9/11 (A Garden...)
"A Garden For Your Ghost"
The day you left, Autumn went with you.
It was Winter right away
-The city kind. Snow falls heavy, and gray.
Snowmen slouch to their knees in muck,
while I stood in the archway
of a cracked-face store,
staring at the sky
and waiting for the rain.
-Waiting for you to walk up
and show me that you're okay.
I know, in the illogic of my heart
that you've not gone.
You simply left to follow the sun.
I know, as I fall to the fate of sleep,
that you stir awake. ...
The day you left, Autumn went with you.
It was Winter right away
-The city kind. Snow falls heavy, and gray.
Snowmen slouch to their knees in muck,
while I stood in the archway
of a cracked-face store,
staring at the sky
and waiting for the rain.
-Waiting for you to walk up
and show me that you're okay.
I know, in the illogic of my heart
that you've not gone.
You simply left to follow the sun.
I know, as I fall to the fate of sleep,
that you stir awake. ...
#sadness
#grief
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21 Comments
My worlds collapsed
Despair is grave
Misery will enslave
Emotions will waive
I hoped and prayed that it was all just a memory
I wished and dreamed i wasn’t really this empty
And yet as I looked down, my world was black
I’d fallen down, off track… without any way back
Misery will enslave
Emotions will waive
I hoped and prayed that it was all just a memory
I wished and dreamed i wasn’t really this empty
And yet as I looked down, my world was black
I’d fallen down, off track… without any way back
#depression
#grief
#death
#despair
#emptiness
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3 Comments
Queen B...
Queen B I bow unto the world for all to see
French Haitian Creole bloodlines defines royalty created within me
Sitting upon the throne of my wondrous melanin gifts
Kisses you dare to dream upon as you serenade the softness of my scarlet painted lips
Beguiling, as you glance upon the sashay of my curvaceous hips
Ancient rites, I seductively dance for you to commence the night
My soft orb touches, the ecstasy of my scepter, intoxicating asked in the veil of midnight
Sweeten honey drips from the sacredness of my alluring crown ...
French Haitian Creole bloodlines defines royalty created within me
Sitting upon the throne of my wondrous melanin gifts
Kisses you dare to dream upon as you serenade the softness of my scarlet painted lips
Beguiling, as you glance upon the sashay of my curvaceous hips
Ancient rites, I seductively dance for you to commence the night
My soft orb touches, the ecstasy of my scepter, intoxicating asked in the veil of midnight
Sweeten honey drips from the sacredness of my alluring crown ...
#grief
#death
#memorial #respect
#memorial #respect
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this will be [the death of me]
there’s a nagging stench of decay
grief I cling to, entombed within
but grief is meant to be shared, isn’t it?
how many parts of me have died?
hidden inside, I collect memories
dead parts of me, mummified
I give them all a name and take
their power over me away
awake now, I lay to rest
my distress, exhale the grief
and repeat this ritual cleansing
‘til something new blooms in its place
maybe patience, or persistence
previously unknown archaic wisdoms
pretty much anything to replace ...
grief I cling to, entombed within
but grief is meant to be shared, isn’t it?
how many parts of me have died?
hidden inside, I collect memories
dead parts of me, mummified
I give them all a name and take
their power over me away
awake now, I lay to rest
my distress, exhale the grief
and repeat this ritual cleansing
‘til something new blooms in its place
maybe patience, or persistence
previously unknown archaic wisdoms
pretty much anything to replace ...
#grief
#death
#rebirth
#MentalHealth
#SelfWorth
284 reads
6 Comments
SloTh
an old blackened ashtray
sits upon a bible
the King James version i believe
with a pale yellow post-it note
stuck near the bottom
with a message written in script
that says..
'God help those that help themselves'
Destiny's last words
unspoken
...and here she left me
in this emotional abyss
where all hope is devoured
a place where
lethargy is king
supplanting she
who i once regarded as queen
she
who tried to redeem me
uplift me from my lack-luster...
sits upon a bible
the King James version i believe
with a pale yellow post-it note
stuck near the bottom
with a message written in script
that says..
'God help those that help themselves'
Destiny's last words
unspoken
...and here she left me
in this emotional abyss
where all hope is devoured
a place where
lethargy is king
supplanting she
who i once regarded as queen
she
who tried to redeem me
uplift me from my lack-luster...
#sadness
#grief
#dark
557 reads
2 Comments
The Days of Jenese (a private language)
the difference
between friends and activity partners
between friends and close friends
between close friends and soul friends
sometimes manifests
through constructions of language
unique
and private
often silly
my best friend Nancy and i found that out
when we were eleven
our language
was harvested from any, everything, and nothing:
qua meant gross
For the bride! meant no kidding!
a potatable mood was a bad mood
derived, somehow
from a popular song at the time
the finale of our...
between friends and activity partners
between friends and close friends
between close friends and soul friends
sometimes manifests
through constructions of language
unique
and private
often silly
my best friend Nancy and i found that out
when we were eleven
our language
was harvested from any, everything, and nothing:
qua meant gross
For the bride! meant no kidding!
a potatable mood was a bad mood
derived, somehow
from a popular song at the time
the finale of our...
#grief
#friendship
#death #funny
#death #funny
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18 Comments
Nothing Did Compare
"It's been several hours now,
since you went away" ...
From the very first moment
my teenage self laid eyes upon
her fierce unapologetic beauty
I was immediately
mesmerized.
Forever changed.
It dawned on me, that if this
perfectly imperfect
romantic waif of an Irish lass
could challenge and rile up
long standing institutions
with her staunch convictions,
speaking out/up for what she believed in
unwittingly becoming
this hauntingly gorgeous voice—
A voice she didn't...
since you went away" ...
From the very first moment
my teenage self laid eyes upon
her fierce unapologetic beauty
I was immediately
mesmerized.
Forever changed.
It dawned on me, that if this
perfectly imperfect
romantic waif of an Irish lass
could challenge and rile up
long standing institutions
with her staunch convictions,
speaking out/up for what she believed in
unwittingly becoming
this hauntingly gorgeous voice—
A voice she didn't...
#grief
#inspirational
#music
#admiration
#respect
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33 Comments
DU Poetry : Poems About Grief by Top Critiquers