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Grief Poems
Each day brings something that's new
Whether it's new found feelings of happiness
Or thinking of something I should have said to you
I wake each day feeling lonely
I go to bed feeling that same way too
The habits are breaking slowly
But I still can't stop missing you
The phones don't ring like they used to
The places we went aren't so important anymore
I'm used to those things being missing
Yet I'm still hurting right down to the core
I try to take each day as it comes
I've stopped trying to fill in the gap
I've accepted that I can no longer have you
Even though my heart still lies on your lap
I'm still mixed up confused and lonely
And everyone outside seems to forget
That I'm missing the most special person
And that I'm not nearly over him yet
Some people see life as a whole
The don't need to break it down to cope
I'm breaking it down and getting by day by day
My existence is like a knotted up rope
I need someone to love and feel close to
I want to be special again so very bad
I know I'll never feel the way that I want to
No one can love me like I was loved by my dad
I write because it makes me feel close to you
I like to think that you can hear what I say
I know I'm probably just being silly
But it helps me get by day by day
Love you Dad xxx
Copyright Jenny Harris, November 28, 2002
Going back to the church,
I remember walking up the aisle,
Looking at all the people,
And placing a rose on the pile.
So many young faces,
Came to say good-bye.
They take one look up,
Then turn to cry.
Three people lie before all,
Resting peacefully.
I stand before them,
And pray they will rest blissfully.
I placed three roses,
As a symbol of this feeling.
I wish I knew,
If my heart would ever stop this bleeding.
The world lost more then just people,
They were the only real friends I had.
I feel so alone now in this world,
Nothing left to feel but painfully sad.
I force out my last good-byes,
Between outbursts of tears.
And hope they will look over me,
In the following years.
Copyright © 2002 Mike Morand. All rights reserved.
I have my issues as you can see.
But it seems as though you're not looking out for me.
I know in my heart it's all in my head
and I try to forget as I lay in my bed.
I don't feel good, I think Satan is trying to get to me
But I tell him "God will help, you will see."
God, I know how many people pay
but most of them have to pay.
You try your best I know that's true
and there's so many things you must do.
So hear my prayer as I speak to you
I need some help, as much as you could do.
I hurt so bad down deep inside
and no one knows but it's getting harder to hide.
So i ask you once more to please help me
I know you will try, I'll just wait and see.
I feel as though I'm living in hell
but I'm not sure, it's really hard to tell.
I know I sin, yes I do
but I ask for forgiveness from you.
So please help me as I lay here and cry
and feel as though I should curl up and die.
Please once more, and thank you in advance,
for helping me and giving me a chance.
Copyright © 2003 Cherry. All rights reserved.
About the Author: I am 15 years old and attending Lee Senior High School. I love to write poems in my spare time and most of them are sad. This poem is about me, a young girl who can't deal with life without the help of God.
What is the point of dying,
When you cause more pain that way.
You're not the only one that wants to go today.
Today might not be good,
but tomorrow is another day.
So what is the point of dying anyway?
Copyright © 2002 by Rearden Travis. All rights reserved.
| DEATH: | Mother, let me have your child. I will hold her—oh, so gently—so you can rest awhile. |
| MOTHER: | No! You can't have her. Her fever's high. Her poor heart's pounding. She needs me. I'm her mother. I best keep on holding on. |
| DEATH: | But you need rest, and so does she. I'll croon sweet lullabies while angels chorus for eternity. |
| MOTHER: | I am tired, and she's in such pain. But I must hold on. You can't have her. I love her. I won't let her go. |
| DEATH: | I know you love her. But I'll soothe away her pain. I'll cool her fever forever so she'll never suffer again. Please, mother, let me hold your child. |
| MOTHER: | She is my baby-child—she's in such pain—and I love her so. I have to submit—I have to let her go. Here, you can have my child. |
| DEATH: | Thank you, dear mother. You'll know—in time—what I ask is right. And, I promise, you'll hear the songs of love I sing for her, you'll hear them every night. |
| MOTHER: | Yes, I know each midnight as she suckles, each time she's at my breast, I'll hear those songs of love till I join her at her rest. |
| DEATH: | Thank you, dear mother. |
About the author: Some Words Have Wings, Poetry and Other Words, Guild Press, P.O. Box 22583, Robbinsdale, MN 55422. Reprinted with permission.
Copyright © 1985 by Leon Knight. All rights reserved.
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