Poems About: GRIEF
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Two who once shared a harmony,
Sharing grief! read more »Lawrence S. Pertillar
350.Ode On A Lycian Tomb
WHAT gracious nunnery of grief is here!
One woman garbed in sorrow's every mood; read more »Silas Weir Mitchell
351.A Capsule Of Grief
When my Mom died, I didn't ever want to have friends or relationships again, thinking, what's the sense? they'll only die too! .
Just wanting to stay home, be safe, not have to reach out to anyone.
It's natural and normal when you're hurting so much, because the grief is so personal. It's hard to share it.
There is no advice to give, the only thing I know of to do is walk through the grief, however long it will take. read more »RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Long had I dwelt with sad-faced Grief. Her tears
Were my one gift thro’ dim and silent years. read more »Charles Hanson Towne
353.THERE IS NO TOMORROW
Life changes its beauty all the time
Life is a confluence of joy and grief
The time that is here may not be tomorrow
Live your life with a sing a song read more »SWETA LEENA PANDA
354.Variation On The Word Sleep
I would like to watch you sleeping,
which may not happen.
I would like to watch you,
sleeping. I would like to sleep read more »Margaret Atwood
WE overstate the ills of life, and take
Imagination (given us to bring down
The choirs of singing angels overshone
By God's clear glory) down our earth to rake read more »Elizabeth Barrett Browning
I TELL you, hopeless grief is passionless;
That only men incredulous of despair,
Half-taught in anguish, through the midnight air
Beat upward to God's throne in loud access read more »Elizabeth Barrett Browning
His eyes are quickened so with grief,
He can watch a grass or leaf
Every instant grow; he can
Clearly through a flint wall see, read more »Robert Graves
I looked into my heart to write
And found a desert there.
But when I looked again I heard
Howling and proud in every word read more »George Barker
Wounded I sing, tormented I indite,
Thrown down I fall into a bed, and rest:
Sorrow hath chang'd its note: such is his will
Who changeth all things, as him pleaseth best. read more »George Herbert
O who will give me tears? Come, all ye springs,
Dwell in my head and eyes; come, clouds
My grief hath need of all the watery things read more »George Herbert