Grieving Poems

Grieving poems bring the best collection of short and long grieving poetry. Poems for him and her and every poetry lover. These great grieving rhymes are so amazing they will touch your heart and keep you craving for more. Hope you find your own deep meanings in these grieving poems. They are decent, rhyming, free spirited and true. Thoughts on grieving are here for you.

For He Is Mine

For He Is Mine long poem

It was no longer miles that kept us apart, but lifetimes. It was then that I understood the void I felt when you left due to days of work Would no longer be relieved with your return and only leave

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Just A Bullet..

Just A Bullet.. short poem

It was just a bullet A bullet which changed everything Which made the land wet Wet with tears Thousand , million tears Which immediately Scarred thousand hearts Filled them with tireless grieving , A deep scar, A haunting memory ,

The Refuge

The Refuge short poem

I see the colours shading the pretty smile in thoughts forlorn, The tears as bright as a diamond, but that shone aloof and alone. I hide the whimsical rays in the pocket of hope, But the hope that knows nowhere

Lost

Lost long poem

Lost in my needs and wants is more than I can handle. Then I feel a hand warm and gentle. Lost in my sadness and grief. It is all I can do to believe. There has to be more to

Tears To Cry

Tears To Cry sonnet poems

When shoulders are in dearth whereby to cry, And frozen tears would stab with loneliness, A smile I dare that unto heaven try, For wish, my prayer speaks with holiness; The dirge that grieving lips would sadly sing, On hollow

Magestic Innocence

Magestic Innocence short poem

How far? How far the goodness will survive? Born to suffer, a troubled mind was punished, for melting down. Livid with revenge sun bleaches the man-made God, a personal anger. Executioner was on the street lighting bonfires of your principles.

Restored At The Last Breathe

Restored At The Last Breathe long poem

In the ancient lives of the comrades who speak and heroes and sheroes who sleep, Sailed in the dim hopes of them who stood stubborn to believe did I, They lay captive at the merciless grip of the local oppressor

The Storm

The Storm prose poem

The Storm was fierce with deadly winds that pointed to a farmland, that once was filled with life, and love, a farmer’s precious homeland; but droughts had hit and done their deeds, and things began to die, and all the

Green Eyes

Green Eyes short poem

Faith was not taking him near the truth. Staring at reason his inner self became a burden on the whispering road. They were going to exhume the body of the martyr for finding the ethos of hope invoking the afternoon

I Guess It Is Never Late To Live

I Guess It Is Never Late To Live short poem

I guess it is never late to live where I am, For the past has left me grieving alone, Future is unforeseen showing fresh and green, For none of them appear here, where I am. Past memories linger grieving, Was

A Rebel Being Born

A Rebel Being Born short poem

I do not want to become plaintiff or defendant. Untethered, I will punish myself for metaphysical nuances. Sometimes a silence talks to grieving sky about a fake truth. The tears will never stop now. Give me my freedom to cry,

Blood Brothers

Blood Brothers long poem

We were the best of friends All summer long and through the fall and winter Cruising through the worlds we knew On beat-up bikes in faded jeans and sneakers Weaving in and out of high adventure Knee deep in grassy

Once Upon A Starry Night

Once Upon A Starry Night short poem

Those eyes Like light in the dark nights As brown as the wet land, Spreaded far and wide In the moon lit night, I saw them shinning so bright I wanted to ask, to whom they belong But in my

Armistice

Armistice short poem

unrearthing the fallen saint you wash your feet and enter the temple of forgotten god: cult of escapc from tangled half- truths with dramatic entry of hysterics you fail to accept yourself, the grieving death – mask transcends a fresco

Air Was Naked

Air Was Naked short poem

After the putsch, through night he set himself alight ensnared in flames of societal conflicts, for a vision of tomorrow, in the birth of a bloody dawn. The drone of history had failed on a loaded salt. A solitary murder

Echoes

Echoes short poem

It was burning again like goldenrods in drift valley of ethnic hate. You start climbing down deeper in fear holding tight your identity. The anguish of ruined home under the shadows of bribed hands, runs on the bodies of pilgrims

Confrontation

Confrontation short poem

It erupts and then sublimates in thirst of response from the faraway wholeness of truth. Will not be the same again this life in motion of reverse malignity. Lifting the passage from script to justify the suicidal chair of kingdom.

Love Offers Countless Tears

Love Offers Countless Tears short poem

Love offers countless tears To bemoaning lovers with grieving affairs, As it’s roaring past them in whimsy rides And fades away to deceiving dale. Still the men plant the trees In zone safer And hope to flower them In fancied

Death

Death prose poem

Fearing death, mourning is just nonsense Wearing black, crying for the dead makes no sense Love a person when he is living Sharing smiles is a wonderful feeling. Death is just another goodbye, A silent message saying, “Please don’t cry.”

A Positive Man Muses

A Positive Man Muses long poem

I am a man with an Unreservedly positive frame of mind. Knowing that frames are fatefully important As matter and metaphor. I wear shirts chiefly made of roomy pockets Trope for optimism And space for the melange of likelihoods, On

Just Let Me Grieve

Just Let Me Grieve short poem

The fondness and affection which I always came to give, Has now gone away, simply ceases to exist, My mind is now contained by a deep and heavy mist- Cant concentrate on others, nothing more I have to give, My

My Princess

My Princess short poem

Me, in my morning rush hour cook scrub and clean a nightingale amidst a concrete jungle screams and orders me to stop to listen to her melody ‘stop your chores, spare me your ear I thought you missed me’ my

A Marker Left

A Marker Left elegy

Sign of what once may be left Breath taken deeply denial of death Presence of grace to have a place to hide As family leaves fall temperatures will rise Accepting the passing of a goodbye For moments of inscription Left

Portentous Prognosis

Portentous Prognosis long poem

(If Mother Earth could speak…) I’m the first light of dawn setting fire to the skies, the awe that ends with a soft, sated sigh. I’m the slow, gentle sway of ancient, lofty trees, branches of life filled with wonders

Two Trees In A Forest

Two Trees In A Forest prose poem

Hi John and Mary, A few months ago, I heard that you were contemplating leaving. And the move was not across town nor another region of the state. But it was way across country, and at least a thousand miles

Hostage

Hostage short poem

Cohabiting: my poems make me sad. You reflect the times my body leaves the wound marks on sand. Again I had gone to my tattered home to sleep under the moon. There was only a small window. I would look

Seeking

Seeking short poem

The falling poem was in bruising gamble of winter of troubled life, bound to a staircase: up and down up and down, on the rosette of grieving thighs. From sunset to sunset a moon rises in all its glory as

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Love Abound

Love Abound short poem

Distance separates lovers, who compress the gap to create rainbow. The happy spell is transitory, elastic distance regains space. Passion framed my entity. Affection nursed till I broke shell. Friendship made my spine erect and love gifted a pair of

Life Sans Light

Life Sans Light short poem

Life sans light They are sitting in a remote dark room to relax without switching on light. For they want a real light that brings peace and solace in their laborious humdrum life. They toil from dawn to dusk without

A Beautiful Affair

A Beautiful Affair short poem

Nordic sky, Gypsy drives, Wind in my eyes, Makes me smile. Watery ice, Melts away, The fear of not, Surviving my tears. Golden glow, Stroking my hair, Telling me, Life is indeed, A beautiful affair.

Gnawed Through

Gnawed Through short poem

A fat island burns under a looming sun. Bleeding rays will enter your eyes to see the blundering world. The gods were melting down looking at the corpses of faltering orchids, spread out at the feet of a white blaze.

The Eternal Hope!

The Eternal Hope! short poem

Hope is an eternal pill that gives you a fill. Hope casts a spell that makes us feel well. Hope is a bird waiting to be heard. Hope turns bitter if you let it fritter. Hope will repair the wings

From A Single Lovebird

From A Single Lovebird long poem

I am a pretty little yellow lovebird I live in my hut like golden cage My feathers so beautiful It’s waterproof and has colourful plumage It’s my only home I do not want to fly away I get what I

Christmas Eyes

Christmas Eyes short poem

Your eyes are the only Christmas lights that deserve to be seen all year long. -Anonymous Switch off the TV, it is performing to blind eyes Unplug the internet, let’s disconnect the outside Pile duvets on the sofa and we’ll

Once It Breaks

Once It Breaks short poem

once it breaks then mends again it’s never quite the same the wall goes up…uninviting less willing to play the game remain on guard don’t lose yourself don’t give it all away tread cautiously don’t assume be mindful what you

Happy People

Happy People long poem

There’s something about the feeling i get, when i’m lying on my shower floor slumped down, looking at the water travelling down my body as if the water will wash away my identity, my sins and insecurities that it is

Walking Through The Sea

Walking Through The Sea short poem

When the antagonist speaks with oozing vileness, the glib atrocity is hard to grip. The obvious monstrousness lays unhidden and he walks through the hellish waters walks through a malicious sea. Gravitates towards the unfathomable depth, succumbs to the irresistible

My Mind Is Going To Blind

My Mind Is Going To Blind short poem

my mind is going to blind But It still working till night No tension, no mention It is still can surprise you ee My mind is going to blind Whatever go over It don’t mention more It don’t think that

Your Eyes…

Your Eyes... sonnet poems short poem

Your eyes on me! Yeah! That’s what I see.. It was way back when we were kids, that you fell in love with me; I was dancing away with my girlfriend, the music just seemed, to never end.. And then I

As Above

As Above short poem

Most frightening thing: it all makes sense there is a plan or at least a thread that can be traced back a fuse emitting hiss and stink it caused Kennedy to get shot , my mother’s canary to flit free