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Poem Details | by SKAT A |
Categories: absence, death, emo, emotions, sorrow,

Broken

~Suicidal Night~

I sit alone in the dark
In the dark I sit alone
Nobody sees me
I see nobody

Flowers, above
My eyes have darkened to a color never seen before
Forever closed!
 
It Rains!
It Rains!

In this room, I've drowned too many times
I remember cascades of water under my eyes
My satin sheets wrinkle and cold
I die and die every night
No one sees the pain that kills me every day
Wounds that reach 6 feet deep

Lucid demons
Bleeding wrist
Scary dreams
My mind is screaming
---
Incomplete'
Torn'
Broken-
Is how I live

I'm alone-
No one's around.
My body's like a coffin
Stiff in my own home.

~A Poet Destroyer Collaboration~


Poem Details | by Robert Lindley |
Categories: anxiety, dark, emotions, fate, grief, pain, sorrow,

Hope, A Little Remained

Hope, A Little Remained

She walked the creaking floors of the rat-infested room,
trying to remember what tragedy had sent her to this shabby place.
Her heart felt the desperate pains, that lost love sends in aching waves,
praying her sleeping infant does not wake and cry out from its feverish thirst.

He paced the cold cell, languishing in deep misery, heart shattered,
each step an eternity echoing curses, a testament to his broken pride.
Although thousands of miles apart, he felt her loss, never-ending sorrows,
dawn would come, priest would take his last confession, yet Hope remained.

7-03-2018
For Silent One's,  eight lines of fate, when you wonder if it is too late.

Poem Details | by Line Gauthier |
Categories: grief, howl, hurt, solitude, sorrow, wind,

WEPT



She roams cross the land her heart so bitter blue Leaving behind frosty morning dew Icy veil sadly unkept Laden woe upswept She speechless Wept Left dreamless Numb regret windswept No kind soul to intercept Cold bemoaning howling winds a clue She roams cross the land her heart so bitter blue
-andaree form- Submitted on July 7, 2019, for contest VERSE A FAVOURED THEME sponsored by BRIAN STRAND - RANKED 1ST Originally posted on May 1, 2018

Poem Details | by Just That Archaic Poet |
Categories: death, pain, sad love, sorrow, truth,

I Need Time to Heal

Tell me why, but tell me True-
Spare me the heartbreak of a Lie
I would lay forever in these meadows...
Forever, until I die!
To rid myself of all the Pain,
And the Sorrows of what I feel
To ease my Mind, my worried Brain
(Lord! The Cuts! I need to heal)

*Referring to my problems with "Borderline Personality Disorder"; many of us are "cutters"


Poem Details | by Lin Lane |
Categories: grief, sorrow,

Hello Sorrow, Hello Grief with Tim Smith

Tim's poem, Hello Sorrow, was the incentive for my continuance of the sorrowful emotion in Hello Grief.

Hello Sorrow

There you are old friend— 
 I knew that you were here 
  wrapped alone beside desolation 
   hidden deep amongst despair 

Hello my sorrow there you lie— 
 in the wallow of disdain 
  shun me forth in misery 
   regret infused past pain

          ~     ~     ~

Hello Grief

Here you are once again
  I knew you would return
   as a shadow of my sorrow
    when for her arms I yearn

Hello grief, my haunting friend
 ghostly memory of my heartache
  how long will you remain 
    for a love I must forsake
      
  

   


Poem Details | by Jess Opperman |
Categories: death, dedication, grief, loss, love, miss you, sorrow, wife,

To My Darling

If I could will my heart to stop
and breathe a final breath
I'd sit beneath an old oak tree
and trade my life for death

The pain in life of losing you
is more than I can bear
how can a man be happy when
his better half's not there

Life's meaning's gone when I lost you
no purpose can I find
for you were but the reason i
loved life and cherished time

I cannot will my heart to stop
I'm waiting for the sign
from God to show His mercy to
unite us one more time

Poem Details | by Susan Ashley |
Categories: dark, grief, loss, metaphor, passion, rain, sorrow,

Of Sorrow



Sorrow is the night’s rainstorm lashing an impoverished psyche wandering lost with loss ‘neath weeping eaves in murky minded alleyways without an umbrella. Susan Ashley July 29, 2019 ~ First Place ~ Contest: One Sentence Metaphor In Free Verse Sponsor: Jesse Rowe

Poem Details | by Paul Callus |
Categories: red, sorrow, sympathy,

A Monoku in Red


 a compassionate moon _ absorbing the suffering of innocents



A Monoku contest hosted by James Edward Lee Sr.
Based on Picture 3
Placed 2nd
7th April, 2018 


Poem Details | by Leo Larry Amadore |
Categories: courage, death, dedication, farewell, friendship, goodbye, grief, health, life, loss, miss you, sad, sorrow, sympathy, tribute,

Bill


R.I.P. William Dale Eubanks
d. July 1, 2012, aged 68 yrs., Tennessee Ridge, Tennessee

Death came as no surprise
the first Sunday in July;
it claimed you, on a ridge in Tennessee,
with kin who took you in and waited with you
through the last hard days.
You kept what fears you had well hid,
did not betray with loud complaint
the fate you could not but know awaited.

A smile, a joke, a hug – exotic meals –
And genuine interest greeted all you met.
And you were, certainly, never boring
but well-traveled and smart beyond the telling.
We’ll miss your wit, your bright demeanor,
and will remember all you freely gave ---
and what you took from us
with your passing.


Poem Details | by Gail Foster |
Categories: betrayal, grief, loss, passion, relationship, sad love, sorrow,

Blistered

This is my first Petrarchan sonnet...

Grey days of loss and loneliness are here
Sad nights as long as shadows in the deep
No joy, no hope, no gentleness, no sleep
No ray of light predicted to appear
Just disappointment, emptiness and fear
And sacred dreams discarded in a heap
By some abyss of faith too wide to leap
In ruins lies the love we held so dear

Wise folk will say there will be love again
That suns come up, and suns go down, and yet
All I perceive is darkness, drear and grim
All I can feel is searing hurt and pain
My heart, my fingers, too burnt to forget
All blistered, from the flame I hold for him

by Gail



Poem Details | by May Fenn |
Categories: bereavement, death, funeral, loss, obituary, sorrow,

Death is not the End

Death is not the end,
For love goes on
And you will find the evidence
Long after I have gone.
The flowers that we planted
Will blossom without end,
You’ll find me in their beauty
As to their needs you tend.
The books we read together,
The laughter in the pages,
Will continue to give pleasure
To you throughout the ages.
So do not mourn my passing
You are not left alone,
You’ll always find me waiting
In the places we have known.
The bond that grew between us
Will not abate with time,
It will go on for always,
I’m yours and you are mine.

Poem Details | by Shadow Hamilton |
Categories: animal, death, soldier, sorrow,

They Call

Moans echo across the lands
from the souls who are lost
drifting, searching, seeking 
forever doomed to exile.

Some brought down in their prime
foully murdered by sharpened steel
plunged into them with hatred.
Or maybe by plain greed.

Soldiers killed in needless wars
all for the rape of the innocent.
Governments hungry for more
oil, gold and other things.

Yes too, the souls of creatures
many now extinct voice their
sorrow with despairing moans.
That echo into our minds and hearts.

Mingling together they strike fear
that judders in our very being.
As we huddle in our beds shivering
knowing it is us who caused this damage 


Poem Details | by Rhonda Johnson-Saunders |
Categories: grief, hope, sorrow, time,

Hope Gone

Upon thy pillow, I wearily hope for youth’s restful nights I once loved to spend in towering dreams. Images past behind closed eyes - romantic plans and lofty goals. Naïve thoughts turn to aged days of loss, again taunting me.

Poem Details | by Pandita Sanchez |
Categories: bereavement, death of a friend, grief, sorrow,

Lament for the Dead

Lament for the Dead
buried deep beneath Twin Towers’ bloodstained rubbles my murdered loved one
a heartbroken heaven wept trapping joy in a time warp…
In memory of Alva Sanchez who was killed on September 11, 2001, during the terrorist attacks on the World Trade Center, in New York City; and dedicated to my nephew, Ryan who was left motherless. 02-11-2015 Contest: Tanka Tears Sponsor: Rick Parise Placement: HM

Poem Details | by Connie Gildersleeve |
Categories: grief, hope, sorrow,

Compassion Has Gracious Eyes

No matter that we've never met,
Compassion radiates from afar.
Rippling outward, gathering strength,
Expanding across the oceans wide.
A warm light like a rising sun,
Gently touches grieving hearts.

Distant strangers, I empathize.
Compassion has gracious eyes
For your sorrows and your tears.
With time, may it soften grieving pains.

Poem Details | by Sandra Haight |
Categories: death, sorrow,

The Circle

The Circle Beginning and end Together form full circle... Life connects with death. Your circle is formed…with tears I mourn death’s painful closure. © Sandra M. Haight 2015 All Rights Reserved ~NA~ Contest: Tanka Tears Sponsor: Rick Parise Judged: 03/10/2015

Poem Details | by arthur vaso |
Categories: birth, death, introspection, loss, sorrow,

The Stillness

The Stillness
Dead Babies Do Not Cry

From the moment of conception
I was kept in the darkness
Alone, crying, kicking
One day I was brought into the light
Air filled my lungs and sadness my soul

From the first day of birth
I smiled to hide incessant fear
I stopped moving the moment I was born
For the solitude and sadness of the womb
Followed me my whole life

Poem Details | by Joshua Brown |
Categories: cry, depression, emotions, feelings, grief, hope, how i feel, lost, sad, sorrow,

Little, Orange Ball

An orange little ball,
Tattered and torn to bits,
No longer does it fly straight,
Its course lost, its path in fits,

An orange little ball,
Sad within its cracks and in its creases,
Faded bumps, its lost its grip,
It now falls to pieces,

Orange little ball,
Come to death smiling,
Never live just to die,
Happiness lives in and amidst the crying,

Orange little ball,
Wipe the tears away,
There is peace to be found,
In and amongst the fray.

Poem Details | by Brianna Wahlquist |
Categories: anger, death, fire, grief, hate, murder, sorrow,

Ashes


Ashes fall like tears of weeping angels to the ground.
Lives were lost and will never be found.  

It was when war approached in her heart without a sound. 
If she couldn't burn the grief, she would release hell upon this town. 
She wore her aching pain like a goddess in a flaming gown. 
A queen dressed for battle, she left only her bloodstained crown. 
Then her hellish fire was raised burning everything - everyone around. 

"Ashes, ashes!"
Were her last words,
"We all fall down."

Poem Details | by arthur vaso |
Categories: death, loss,

Sorrow, dedicated to Victor Buhagiar

It seems this world of sorrow
Shall never ever end
When one mans sorrow fades away
Another then just begins

It seems this world of sorrow
Filling hearts with so much pain
How can one lay comfort
When one has no special refrain

It seems this world of sorrow
Is meant for us too be
The rainbows that may soon follow
Bringing joy, that often I never see

It seems this world of sorrow
That bouquets and flowers can’t quite sooth
For even they shall wilt away
Another tear to bloom

It seems this world of sorrow
Shall never ever end
I wish I had with me heavenly robes
To soak up this sorrow, so it forever ends


Dedicated to Victor Buhagiar

Poem Details | by Joyce Johnson |
Categories: death, sorrow,

Love To Linda Marie

Dear Linda-Marie, I can't believe
I write these words to you.
That you have left your earthly home
Simply cannot be true.
So full of life, so full of love,
So recently a bride.
I thought "Forever More" was yours
With your new love by your side.

Sometimes you showed your inner self
In the lovely lines you wrote.
Sometimes you helped us to find ours
With a "Sweetheart's" helpful note.
We didn't want to lose you,
But we know it's surely true
You were so loved on our pages,
You'll be loved in Heaven too.

Poem Details | by Jun Gonzales |
Categories: death, forgiveness, god, good friday, jesus, sorrow,

Why Hides the Sun His Face As In Defeat

LXXVIII 
Why hides the sun his face as in defeat?
The day is done and this ninth hour had come
As sorrows flood with tears that grace his feet
That faints the eye of such a tempest calm

Then stillness breaks the hanging Victor shouts
Man’s worst is done yet still may perish not
For God his best hath done that leaves no doubt 
Unblemished lamb in whom there is no spot

The grievous cross by which he suffered death
He welcomed with his open arms so wide
Forgave our sins, forever to forget 
And rent the veil that set a great divide

The finished sacrifice my gap did breach
What glorious grace is this by which I’m reached!

Poem Details | by SOHOM GUPTA |
Categories: death of a friend, grave, grief, sorrow, sorry,

THE GRAVE SAYS NOTHING

I can't forget my beloved one
Whose fate now lies in a grave,
I remember him at every moment
Of his company I crave;
But the grave says nothing.

Day after day I stare -
At the grave with wistful eyes,
Hoping that Lord would answer my pleas
And my beloved would rise;
But the grave says nothing.

Many tears I shed
That fall on my feet,
Each day I come to my beloved
To plead;
But the grave says nothing.

I wish from my heart
That he would rise,
And I fix on the grave
My patient, eager eyes;
But the grave says nothing.

Finally, I forget him
I go on my way -
But, ever silent, my beloved
And the grave lay;
The grave ... says nothing.

Poem Details | by Charlie Smith |
Categories: death, love, sorrow,

Sorrow



     Of death, know that sorrow is but a tender reminder
               of all the joyous love that was shared...

Poem Details | by Robyn Thomas |
Categories: bereavement, child, imagery, nostalgia, solitude, sorrow,

Waning Hope

Where phantoms dwell in halls beyond recall
Bound to fate in cells of sanity’s fall 
Where souls were left to hunt their past
Cold, lost, bereft. A wasteland vast

Whence I will run, and seek through tombs,
Forget the sun as dark thunder looms.
She too dwells here, a child of strange charms.
Wounds to sear, bled out in late arms.