Poems About: GRIEF
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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
326.Sonnet: God’s Grief’s Greater?
How much of sadness fills the hearts of those,
Parents who lost their only child one day?
How much of despair, mother feels, of course,
Seating her only son, dead on the way? read more »Dr John Celes
327.Never Ending Sadness
Tears I shed with feelings unknown.
Pain so deep I think I'll explode.
My loneliness that drives me insane.
The smile I put with no one to blame. read more »Jessica Vera
328.Pessimism and Optimism
Life is love, lovely and loving
Grief influences life better than everything.
Having ever so beauty as like as heaven
Life is a strong attraction of spiritual illusion. read more »Onon Sarker
329.Grief Of My Red Rose
Grief is always hiding behind me
The horrible, terrible thing
It strikes when I am least looking
And lately, it's taking everything read more »Eden St. Andrews
330.From the Black Ocean
I saw you in my dream last night after so many years
You would have seen me too, in yours
The way we departed from each other is full of grief read more »Ponniah Ganeshan
And the army began
His end had been (all shadows)
His life was night read more »Pierre Rausch
332.Why I cry
You‘ll not find me among those, who saddens with rap,
Drenched with rain of grief but kept the invigorating cap
On my head, stole a drop of joy from the ugly-grief sea
If smelt bitter or sick palsied mind rung, I bow to Thee. read more »Aftab Alam
Do something for a child,
Even if you don't feel so wild.
The money that comes, read more »Kaleb Brown
334.The Triple Fool
I am two fools, I know-For loving, and for saying so
In whining poetry; read more »Ellen J. Fox
335.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
336.To Each His Own
We're born alone, and so we die,
Alone, no use to fuss or moan-
Each living thing must face the truth:
We drink our cup of grief, alone. read more »Patti Masterman