Grief Poems

Confusion takes over my brain.
I'm feeling a little bit insane.
What is the purpose of life?
Why do we even fight?
A hand reaches out from the grave.
Pulling me in and saying don't be afraid.
Death has come to us all.
And no matter how hard you try,
you're going to fall.
Falling down beneath the walls.
In the cracks you will crawl.
Trying to get away from it all.
And still you lie covered in gloom and
hatred for the world.
You try to scream but no ones there.
You are in the final stages.
A sudden pain shoots through your veins as
everything becomes clear.
You're in a place you know not of.
You're in a place far above.
You're in a place were you feel no pain
and not everyone is the same,
and most of all you are in a place where
nothing of your  mortal life means anything.

Copyright © 2002 Zack McAndrew. All rights reserved.

Thanks, Mom, for your decision,
I'm really proud of you.
For you did something wonderful,
You knew I'd want you to.

We come to this earth to show love,
And to give as much as we can.
You made the decision to give part of me,
Knowing I'd help my fellow man.

I know that sometimes there's still sadness,
And you really miss seeing me.
Know that I'm always with you,
Just not physically.

You wear the green ribbon pin proudly,
And love for someone to ask.
To tell them your son was a donor
Is part of your work and task.

Mom, where I am now is wonderful,
It's beautiful, I don't have a care.
Remember, don't take your organs and tissue to heaven,
Cause we don't need them there.

I woke up this morning and thought about you,
And wondered how I would do today without seeing you.

I dwell on the negative and what I don’t have,
Instead of the future, to make my heart glad.

I pray to Jehovah to help me to see,
That soon in the future you’ll come back to me.

To not dwell on sad memories that have already past,
But keep busy in his service, so the last days will go fast.

To look forward to the future when you’ll wake up and see,
And wonder for a moment where in the world you could be.

Our home will be waiting, your clothes still all there,
Singing praises to Jehovah we’ll all have a share.

To thank our Dear Father for his wonderful promise,
To see you again, he has bestowed this upon us.

I now focus on the future, and the time near at hand,
And a scripture in the Bible I do understand.

It says we are not tested beyond what we can bare,
We can call on his help because he really does care.

That to test you to the end, was more than you could take,
And his love for you he would never forsake.

What was best for you is what I must remember,
And not dwell on the sad news we got in December.

To focus on the future and seeing you again,
To make sure I’m there and survive till the end.

I love you Dear Mother and soon you will see,
That I did not pass up this opportunity.

To listen to your teaching and find my way,
To a place called Paradise in which we’ll all stay.

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Copyright © 2001 by Sheila M. Sanchez. All rights reserved.

He cared deeply about life
the obituary stated
and friends questioned the writer
why that was said
since the dead had committed suicide.

The writer defended her words by claiming the dead cared
so deeply about life that he found his to be unbearable
haunted by a beast
that left him immobilized in bed
unable to sleep
dreading the possibility of mutilating others
or being mutilated by another.

He cared deeply about life
and wished his depression would disappear
but it didn’t
she explained
never admitting that those words
were written with hopes of eliminating her guilt
for not ending her friend’s misery.

He ended his own misery
and she continues on
the martyr
proclaiming to others
that her friend cared deeply for life,
failing to admit
he may have cared more deeply for death.