Poems About: GRIEF

In this page, poems on / about “grief” are listed.

  • 229.
    XXXV

    If I leave all for thee, wilt thou exchange
    And be all to me ? Shall I never miss
    Home-talk and blessing and the common kiss
    That comes to each in turn, nor count it strange read more »

    Elizabeth Barrett Browning
  • 230.
    He Was Acquainted With Grief

    I cannot tell the sorrows that I feel
    By the night's darkness, by the prison's gloom;
    There is no sight that can the death reveal read more »

    Jones Very
  • 231.
    My Own Worst Enemy

    I have looked in many places
    for the reasons I am sad

    I have looked all over read more »

    Rusty (Ed) Gibson
  • 232.
    Sonnet XXXV: If I Leave All for Thee

    If I leave all for thee, wilt thou exchange
    And be all to me? Shall I never miss
    Home-talk and blessings and the common kiss
    That comes to each in turn, nor count it strange, read more »

    Elizabeth Barrett Browning
  • 233.
    Wish Life Was Perfect...

    I wish life was perfect like everything eles
    Then we would be buying everything anybody sells
    There would be candy everywhere
    Also people won't be afraid of bears read more »

    Karon Yan
  • 234.
    The Depth Of Grief

    The depth of grief is hard to measure
    For the pain inside it that is treasures
    Is so much and so bitter and hard
    That everone wants it to totally discard read more »

    Seema Chowdhury
  • 235.
    Sport Relief

    Do something for a child,
    Even if you don't feel so wild.

    The money that comes, read more »

    Kaleb Brown
  • 236.
    Grief sat beside the fount of tears

    Grief sat beside the fount of tears,
    And dipt her garland in it,
    While all the paly flowers she wears
    Grew fainter every minute. read more »

    Richard Monckton Milnes Houghton
  • 237.
    Sonnet XXXV

    If I leave all for thee, wilt thou exchange
    And be all to me ? Shall I never miss
    Home-talk and blessing and the common kiss
    That comes to each in turn, nor count it strange, read more »

    Elizabeth Barrett Browning
  • 238.
    Joy that's half too keen, and true

    Joy that's half too keen, and true,
    Makes us tears.
    Oh! the sweetness of the tears! read more »

    Augusta Davies Webster
  • 239.
    Grief

    ON 27 Dec 1995 I met with an accident,
    For which my parents were full of sorrow.
    Which no one could lend or borrow:
    But everyone was amazed and grief stricken read more »

    Green Peace
  • 240.
    Grief

    The speechless air and vacant corridors
    And a silent soul waving through.
    His face is firm, his face is solid.
    Embraced by grief, the heavy heart trudges read more »

    Rex Mathew Mathew
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