Grief Poems | Examples of Grief Poetry

i keep a teacup with a cracked rim— it doesn’t hold warmth for long but i drink from it anyway. the hallway light flickers like it’s unsure if it wants to stay on. some nights, i understand. there’s a coat in the closet that no one wears, but i leave it hanging. the walls don’t echo when i speak softly. so i don’t. not anymore. i fold myself into the quiet corners...

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I’m going to tell you something. Even though I know your pity will just spore, like Huns of the night, into my world. I will be your broken bird on the sidewalk. If, at the end of a long day, when you coo perfumed nonsense around my wound, it clouds me in something that almost resembles a mother’s warm touch. Thank you for...

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Feet Basketballs Jaundice, his words lost A victim of cirrhosis Gone ...

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Forced to give up everything when you died I was no longer welcome at home Barely ate, not a penny set aside Forced to give up everything when you died Had to leave all my belongings behind Nowhere to go, from motel to shelter I roamed Forced to give up everything when you died I was no longer welcome at home...

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Inspired by the Iron Maiden Song, Tears of a Clown Drinking, he recalled the Circus Grim, and the strange world that ruined him. He had done anything for a laugh. Once, the magician sawed him in half. He'd traveled the whole country round. Now tears fall from the circus clown. An orphan child, running from disaster, fell into the service...

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No one told me the moment you parted. My disheartened heart left the room the moment I turned the corner, and saw his golden badge as he nodded in comforting dismay. That day My heart learned the rhythm of grief Slow Sickly The kind that brings you past your knees, and drives you six feet underground. Who needs two burials in one day?...

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"It's all going to be okay" he would say, with no scent of doubt in his breath, even as its aroma reeked from mine, as I'd blurt out "how can you be so sure?" I never figured out what made my dad so positive in life, though I'm positively sure his life wasn't free from trial and the upsetting...

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There is no pain so great as the memory of joy in present grief. —Aeschylus Happiness in Memoriam Each neuron tingles with happiness, in unnerving vise. Presently, the squeeze of brain, heart and grit, unbearable. The lion’s faint, tin clatters, straw pieces pecked, crows gather. ...

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The fire cracks and the embers brew Whilst the stars sing as I cry and plead, For I render you, my love To please come back to me As I watch you go up in flames I’m pondering your face that’s Burning a hole Into my memory This pain is just too real I beg the fire to lie and bring you back...

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Growing up in a loving family of seven— church on Sundays, bare feet running wild, sharing a tricycle with three— double the fun, one standing behind the seat. Dreaming of white dresses and Prince Charming, following my dreams, praying in church to a God so giving. Marveling at trees, sunrises, sunsets, the deep blue sea— His touch lingering in the beauty of life, painting a picture so...

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This, is where it began A scream Blood curdling An amalgamation of acid and iron Coagulates my blood Mother Instinct seizes Heart racing Legs race faster Thoughts race out of hand A...

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He slips the noose around her slender neck Cloaked and masked with heavy breath He can't help but be obsessed All the dolls hangin' around - pretty little lies that make not a sound The poison of passion imagined as they are undressed. The dead in their eyes is magnificent Ivory skin - chill to win Realm of the dark, lips apart,...

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I am plagued by memories My eyes have seen things I will never un-see I am plagued by thoughts that my mind continually harbors Stuck in my mind, a prisoner in her quarters I’m outside looking in The farmer should’ve kept the healthy hen But he let her run...

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One day after Easter The Pontiff leaves us A light to the believer God speed sir...

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You had two months to live No one told you, no one warned you No one knew I can’t look you in the eyes I tried, a thousand times But what once felt safe seemed savage What once was certain proved damaged The wreckage was drastic Do I blame myself? Or do I blame you? You had two days to live No one told you, no...

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