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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"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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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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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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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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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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After all these years
of flirtatious anonymity,
The awaited face appeared,
with its incantation and its festivity.
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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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‘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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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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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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Bereavement can affect you.

Your mind is in a sea of tranquillity,
Feels as if it's slowly bobbing along,
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Every day feels like a struggle

Every day feels like a struggle,
How do I cope and do my best,
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They don't want to show their emotions.

To enable us to continue,
We have to release the strain,
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Everybody deals with grief differently.

When you are feeling sad and unhappy,
Full of pain, anger and sorrow,
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Christmas time alone.

Christmas can be a solemn time,
Sitting by the Christmas tree,
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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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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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Our young have just died
a few days ago,
they were alive
when you last came here to sing,
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An uneasy blood cascades
in the slender arteries
when you,
that I wanted to touch
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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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Silence has a rigid magic
The obvious one
With red and blue and green
In lights
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Parting a friendship entails loss of feeling, bereavement and sad loss, it is the scheme,
We fight forever as hearts entwined, a sadness has overcome us, it is the scheme.

My dispute lies in the warning given to my brain, too soft, too poignant,
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You must understand the mood of real results,
Beneath them the message is late,
Underneath them we claim a bereavement
And grief is the boat we see on a lake.
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Dazzled by the day work, you slide
As you speak, working like the clock,
Bereavement has avoided you,
And you are speaking faster to me.
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I have a death with my name,
I amaze those with sleep and repose;
Your innocence today?
My days are in bereavement
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My accusation is polite but he does not listen too much to me,
Poetry is the cause of this reluctance as he shines tomorrow.
Men and women are so trustworthy at times, like gunpowder
And its result after much ploy and tactics of fine powder.
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A babel grabbed by understanding
Concentrates us in wrong, the full worm;
One amazement convenes to astound
As they occur, we consider the old regime.
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Do not get tired from grief as you are bereaved,
And bereavement is relief as you are bereaved.

Do certainty on the scene of writing, when all is leisure
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It is better to wear a shirt to protect your happiness,
The wearing of an item of clothing like this one is immense.
We stagger and wait more than others, wearing shirts and trousers,
Still this happened a long time ago, once when the sea opened.
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Death creates anger to some who think it,
It married your flesh to your eternal spirit.
Life carries my burden as long as I comb
The hair of breath and breadth, under the dome.
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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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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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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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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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from a silence of thrushes
saddened July
give golden fields
and turn pink roses
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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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I dreamed of the sea, of the Children of Lir
coming through the mists of their childhood
unrecognizably
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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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