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
Grief Poems - Page 3
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Merry Christmas To My Sisters
Poem To Grieving SistersI 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, ... -
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... -
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. -
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. -
Afternoon In February
The day is ending,
The night is descending;
The marsh is frozen,
The river dead. -
A Search This Christmas
Poem About Grief At ChristmasChristmas looms near.
People pass by,
singing and smiling,
and giving good cheer. -
Something Must Be Wrong With Me
Terrible Pain Of GriefSomething must be wrong with me
with all this hurt inside,
always bursting out with anger and never any pride.
Something must be wrong with me
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