Poems About: GRIEF
Poems on / about :
- carpe diem
Whoever gives oneself to distractions
and does not give oneself to meditation,
forgetting true purpose and grasping at pleasure,
will eventually envy the one who practices meditation. read more »Gautama Buddha
Oh all ye, who pass by, whose eyes and mind
To worldly things are sharp, but to me blind;
To me, who took eyes that I might you find:
Was ever grief like mine? read more »George Herbert
39.Happiness, A Search Within.
Wants are fire
Flames are woe
Happiness is a flower
nourished by a shower read more »Palas kumar Ray
40.Let us not mind the happiness...
Let us not mind the happiness and the grief that come our way,
For they are inseparable from our life.
None can evade them, for Lord Raghunath himself has inlaid them!
Let us not mind the happiness and the grief that come our way! read more »Narsinh Mehta
41.Grief is a Mouse
Grief is a Mouse—
And chooses Wainscot in the Breast read more »Emily Dickinson
42.Stand Alone Complex
I stand alone,
I fall apart.
In my deepest sorrow i grief.
I grief for a touch, for a smile... read more »DarkShaya Naiyamoto
43.Grief is the soul of life- SONNET
Grief in the world is soul of life,
When it comes, comes like a kite.
Flying over on ones, hanging like a knife,
Everyone have to suffer from it to fight. read more »shubham tomar
44.Death for Me
Dislikes are increasing
Increasing in my life
I am sinking into a state of no existence
How will the time pass by? read more »Rohit Sapra
45.between grief and nothing
Between grief and nothing some will take grief,
but those who take nothing will surely regret
that they can’t be robbed in good time, that’s a thief,
of memories grief cannot make them forget. read more »gershon hepner
46.Del Mar, For Lorca
Wander, carrying my own heart
It's a glass vessel
Filled with ocean blue
Poet, why are you in grief? read more »Jone Guo
The world, people, have a rethink, is not in good health
Despite what you see; the many developments in wealth
Her sick soul, be afraid; fear, may soon pass away
Regardless of her funding and founding long-life Alchemy read more »segun Johnson Ozique
48."How Great My Grief" (Triolet)
How great my grief, my joys how few,
Since first it was my fate to know thee!
- Have the slow years not brought to view
How great my grief, my joys how few, read more »Thomas Hardy