Merry Christmas To My Sisters
Poem To Grieving Sisters
I am with you every day though you cannot see. I wonder do you notice me?
I am...
The warmth of the sun upon your face,
The gentle breeze that ruffles your hair, ...
Grief Poems - Page 3
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A Call From Heaven
Poem About Grief Over Losing Someone Very CloseI lie awake long into the night,
Hoping that maybe you just might
Give me a call to say you're okay
And let me know you made it through the day. -
My Sorrow
Life is dead without you.
Feel an empty hole inside.
Can't be me with you not near.
With a frown I cry....Featured Shared StoryWow, this is amazing. You should always write poems..if you cant yell and feel like you have to keep it inside. I know how it feels to loose someone like that. I lost my brother, around a...
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Ode To Matthew
Death Of A Baby GrandsonMatthew...
Have I not seen you a thousand-thousand times?
...Featured Shared StoryMy little Grayson came into this world as an angel 1 year ago today. Oh how I miss him. I'm so fortunate to have his brother and two cousins and am truly blessed. But right now I still have...
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A Poem For My Dad
Poem About Missing My DadIt's been three years since you left us, and I still miss you so
I wish I could have held you tight, so you didn't have to go
But that would have been so selfish, as you were in such pain
But I know that when my time comes I will see you once again... -
Where's Hope?
The First Day Without YouOn this first day without you.
our hearts fly at half-mast,
for our hero is gone.
Our hero is gone. -
January's Child Of Mine
Son's Birthday In HeavenJanuary's child of mine,
sweet miracle of God's design.
Oh, how I can recall the night. -
Looking Down
I stand tall and proud
My feet firmly rooted in this hallowed ground
For years I've watched the mortals come and go
Blackened by their grief, so hopeless, so profound -
Dirge Without Music
I am not resigned to the shutting away of loving hearts in the hard ground.
So it is, and so it will be, for so it has been, time out of mind:
Into the darkness they go, the wise and the lovely. Crowned
With lilies and with laurel they go; but I am not resigned. -
Afternoon In February
The day is ending,
The night is descending;
The marsh is frozen,
The river dead.
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