Best Bereavement Poems

The sound of running water
galvanizes the wound I endure
Since we met
No remedy could heal my injury
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How stern are the woes of the desolate mourner
As he bends in still grief o'er the hallowed bier,
As enanguished he turns from the laugh of the scorner,
And drops to perfection's remembrance a tear;
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Bereavement in their death to feel
Whom We have never seen—
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I've quenched my lamp, I struck it in that start
Which every limb convulsed, I heard it fall­
The crash blent with my sleep, I saw depart
Its light, even as I woke, on yonder wall;
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Wintertime nighs;
But my bereavement-pain
It cannot bring again:
Twice no one dies.
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I

"Percussus sum sicut foenum, et aruit cor meum."
- Ps. ci
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He primmed his loose red mouth and leaned his head
Against a sorrowing angel’s breast, and said:
‘You’d think so much bereavement would have made
‘Unusual big demands upon my trade.
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Will you walk with me to the brow of the hill, to visit the farmer's wife,
Whose daughter lies in the churchyard now, eased of the ache of life?
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Queen, widowed Mother of a widowed child,
Whose ancient sorrow goeth forth to meet
Her new-born sorrow with parental feet,
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The little feet have left the house,
The little voice is still:
Without, the wan wind-weary boughs;
Within, the will
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When along the pavement,
Palpitating flames of life,
People flicker round me,
I forget my bereavement,
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What is it, when we mourn and grieve and cry
for those we loved - and love - now passed away,
that gives our pain such brute totality?
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Pearl of delight that a prince doth please
To grace in gold enclosed so clear,
I vow that from over orient seas
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THROUGH the long hall the shuttered windows shed
A dubious light on every upturned head;
On locks like those of Absalom the fair,
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A pathetic tragedy I will relate,
Concerning poor Fred. Marsden's fate,
Who suffocated himself by the fumes of gas,
On the 18th of May, and in the year of 1888, alas!
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I.

When old Jack died, we staid from school (they said,
At home, we needn't go that day), and none
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Soft fall the February snows, and soft
Falls on my heart the snow of wintry pain;
For never more, by wood or field or croft,
Will he we knew walk with his loved again;
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OUR neighbor of the undefended bound,
Friend of the hundred years of peace, our kin,
Fellow adventurer on the enchanted ground
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A gentle touch upon the forearm
with a hand, gloved or warm with life,
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Whose was that gentle voice, that, whispering sweet,
Promised methought long days of bliss sincere!
Soothing it stole on my deluded ear,
Most like soft music, that might sometimes cheat
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Death was full urgent with thee, Sister dear,
And startling in his speed;—
Brief pain, then languor till thy end came near—
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NAY, weep not, dearest, though the child be dead;
He lives again in Heaven's unclouded life,
With other angels that have early fled
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No comfort, nay, no comfort. Yet would I
In Sorrow's cause with Sorrow intercede.
Burst not the great heart,-this is all I plead-
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Ah! Today’s misty morning plays sad notes
On life’s lyre, the dove’s distant coo
The wail of the kite, the nightingale’s twit-too
In the lurid sky float
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The power of weight
crushing down on me.

An uphill struggle
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A Countess (so they tell the tale)
Who dwelt of old in Arno's vale,
Where ladies, even of high degree,
Know more of love than of A.B.C,
Came once with a prodigious bribe
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His letterhead showed five degrees
post nominals like swarming bees.
A summary of past achievement
this morning's subject was bereavement.
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In the dead of night when silence reigns
Among dancing flames his kind face smiles
Lily white beard circling chin, eyes so deep
Love’s warmth defies iciness of death
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At age fifty no achievement
This itself is a bereavement
Why in life no advancement?
Why no reward for commitment?
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NOW, sitting by her side, worn out with weeping,
Behold, I fell to sleep, and had a vision,
Wherein I heard a wondrous Voice intoning:
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I can see a soldier's mother
Knitting quietly in the lamplight,
Her precious thoughts are for another
Who has been sent away to fight.
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Day by day I keep seeing in the same radiant features
Flicker of evergreen love,
In the same divine image
Colour of celestial lust,
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Have you ever thought that famous people have it all
Their magnitude is built on their ability to enthrall
Think about how they stand out from the ordinary crowd…
Success and notoriety fascinate us; we love to be wowed
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This poem's SECOND stanza I did mostly borrow …
from LAST month's Section A. But lest sorrow …
come to you, I now say: 'The rest of this is NEW,
and written for you and You and …………YOU! '
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There is no name for this hint of 'suchness'
Erupting through an ordinary day,
Not as a reasonable grief, a consequence
Of known bereavement, some interior death
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When one is called simple
that may simply not be so.
A context in rhythm
is an arrogant conception,
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After all these years
of flirtatious anonymity,
The awaited face appeared,
with its incantation and its festivity.
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Thinking along lines of bereavement,
wondering why we have to suffer so much at
the loss of people whom we love and admire.
Tenderly holding their special talents and
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I am still stroking your skin sweet-taking
you lightly up to the hair
because else differently it is adjoining to us
and I am not asking about the price,
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My penchant for woman and their intimacy
Is unconditional and indiscriminate.
It had blossomed before I blossomed
And hasn’t withered yet in my autumn.
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Flowers fold petals
Curtains close
Eye lids grow
heavy
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It's not a virus.
You'll never get over it.
You'll grow around it
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From Atlantic to Pacific
writers hope for a terrific
audience, although none will send
them messages like “Be my friend.”
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You were once a part of me.
You were once my other half.
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Monday, December 07,2009

Riff on Ely Funky Boots' Rare Flower
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Mid week – A Wednesday- a bit bleak
Monday, Tuesday– most hectic days of the week
Wednesday breaks up this routine streak
Perfect time for friends to meet
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I have a meeting with a stranger to search how I'm feeling. Connecting, dissecting, searching my mind, it'll be quite revealing.

Surprised how easy to find speaking to a stranger.Feeling safe, a friendly face this professional exchanger.
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After mourning
Pain and sorrow –
Bereavement and grief
Dawn woke up
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Poverty wakes up a Poetic genius!
Bereavement of loved ones kindles the fire;
Serendipity, a signal glorious;
Disease, sadness, solitude- playing lyre!
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A peasant had a docile bear,
A bear of manners pleasant,
And all the love she had to spare
She lavished on the peasant:
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Bouquets of bereavement made up of varied people, each in their own state of mind.
Complexities of relating - communicating through grief abound.
Never knowing which way to venture, fearing the ache of sorrow, closing up like a rose bud until some future tomorrow.
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Melodies hugging my mind, helping me to taste life's
essence and bereavement.

Bittersweet, as it touches aspects of writing, showing
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Synchronizing designs of patterns, developing ingenuity as
it climbs higher with ivy up scholastic walls.
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Carefully treading down lanes of bereavement,
looking for sorrow's roses to ease the pain
of living.
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Watching leaves shiver
from every hollow gust

I turned my back:
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‘FLAG INDEPENDENCE
Freely hanging bells tinkled aloud
The shrills of the vim crowing black roaster
Ripped the divested night into shreds
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Folks I know, are disappearing one by one.
They turn to gold in their autumn years
Wise on life's lessons
unable to avoid the inevitable.
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October 8,2004;revised Friday morning, February 1,2019 at 11: 30 a.m.

Life is a matter of love, loneliness, pity and terror.
Art knows this only too well, always taking us there:
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Saturday night, January,14,2023

Once again, yesterday afternoon—
I experienced Blue Dancer from multiple
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I pray for those Mothers whose grief is boundless
I pray for those Fathers whose pain is tremendous
I pray for everyone who has lost a brother or a sister
I pray for everyone who has lost a friend or a loved one!
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Imagine a queen who still enchants millions of people
even after she has deceased and smiles no more;

imagine a queen who still fascinates thousands of mourners even after she has departed and does not reign anymore;
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Everyone wants to live more,
no one ever wants to die and go;
but as one gets older and weary
the need to die is so necessary,
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An accident can destroy lives,
Acting as the reckless knives,
It is at times a monster,
Devoid of the least fervour.
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I hope I can pass the test
The class here, where I studies
Where it is a closed room
And sound proof system decimal
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Who makes the clouds?
Whom 'makes' the "clowns"?
Hoo, is what sound?
Umm; is an appropriate noun?
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Our young have just died
a few days ago,
they were alive
when you last came here to sing,
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A HEART THAT SPELLS POEM
The excellence and fragrance of poems
Might not rely on Academic Spirit you bear.
To compose poems, you need a tender heart
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Pain of Loss of someone you Love..30
Perception of bereavement
Justify the reality
Life does carry no meaning
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from a silence of thrushes
saddened July
give golden fields
and turn pink roses
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Birth is a finite pain
A labour of love that ends with a beginning

Bereavement's a darker labour
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Crow-black hair, jet-beady eyes
Crows' feet around her eyelids
This woman sits in her eyrie, a Scottish Sybil
Tarred with a Romany brush.
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A white American crane
Lifted by winds of change
Spread its wings and landed in Scotland
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I dreamed in the sea of the Children of Lir
coming through the mists of their childhood
unrecognizably
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based on the Celtic myths of the children of lir and hans christian andersen's further interpretaion of them in his story (expanding on the Brothers Grimm story of the same title: The Wild Swans
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I dreamed of the sea, of the Children of Lir
coming through the mists of their childhood
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Funeral of old Lady
The old lady died, yes she is thoroughly dead
at five, before first light was about to shine
on Lisbon’s sky. Skin covering tired bones, her
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Amorous the design
detected from that saliva
a cool rapture cascading
glittery magma
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Pranab k c
11/07/2014

agony accompanied
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agony accompanied arrogance
simply strike below the bolt
to crash and occupy network tight
the acts of thrift and thriving
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exact causes
suffered wounds
multiple diverse
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pain cripples enslaves
ancient shaman serves
gift gives pain remedies
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Suffering from difficulty sleeping?
An inability to easily fall asleep?
Or even unable to fall asleep at all?
Or to remain asleep long enough?
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God demands our best
we are only human
it is not always possible
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All is good if it
comes from you:

Wealth or woe,
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Halt
Stop the moment
Twinge and despair
I rise within my evil
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An uneasy blood cascades
in the slender arteries
when you,
that I wanted to touch
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It's not that we have tasks, that I complain-
But that never-ending doing never wanes.
It's not that people think the worst sometimes-
But the awful times, they choose to make their minds.
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You left me a long time ago
You are now in heaven
Resting in peace
And
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My name was in the obituaries the other day
It was quite a shock, I must say...
An old friend called my place of employment
offering condolences with sad bereavement
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Alone this Friday afternoon, lovely questionnaires
to keep me marching through a mental desert,
nobody to talk to, words remain outside my
head, nothing getting past the glass screen
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With any bereavement
the dust of sorrow
lingers over us for a while.
Some dust takes longer
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2001 was when it all started
I became down and my mind departed
With bereavement to handle it was all too much
I lost a grip and was out of touch
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When someone dear is dead and gone,
Through sudden death or accident,
A lot of misery gets born,
That seems to have no precedent!
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God knows you did your part so well indeed;
And now, your brother sleeps in Lord's embrace;
Though Polio-stricken, he remained good seed;
He's gone to be with God with heaven's gaze!
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The waves shatter the restless dark hours
Time circle of moods that come and again go
Like tinctures on leaves or flowers
Those in clusters of buds for moments glow
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A soul, I thought was close by me,
suddenly left, for good, may be;
My only son: I wonder why
so early, he just had to die?
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The grief of bereavement is great;
Three women lose their husbands fast;
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When there is lightning, I want to be close to
You, and help you gather chickens under the
Propitious stars,
And listen to you clucking what it means under
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Tombs of rattlesnakes shaking rainstorms
In protest and jasmine after the tanks are all closed,
And even the cars have
All stopped their driving:
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