Grief Poems - Poems For Grief

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  • 61.
    The Sacrifice

    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?

    The Princes of my people make a head
    Against their Maker: they do wish me dead,
    Who cannot wish, except I give them bread:
    Was ever grief like mine?

    Without me each one, who doth now me brave,
    Had to this day been an Egyptian slave.
    They use that power against me, which I gave:
    Was ever grief like mine?

    Mine own Apostle, who the bag did bear,
    Though he had all I had, did not forebear
    To sell me also, and to put me there:
    Was ever grief like mine?

    For thirty pence he did my death devise,
    Who at three hundred did the ointment prize,
    Not half so sweet as my sweet sacrifice:
    Was ever grief like mine?

    Therefore my soul melts, and my heart's dear treasure
    Drops blood (the only beads) my words to measure:
    O let this cup pass, if it be thy pleasure:
    Was ever grief like mine?

    These drops being temper'd with a sinner's tears,
    A Balsam are for both the Hemispheres:
    Curing all wounds but mine; all, but my fears,
    Was ever grief like mine?

    Yet my Disciples sleep: I cannot gain
    One hour of watching; but their drowsy brain
    Comforts not me, and doth my doctrine stain:
    Was ever grief like mine?

    Arise, arise, they come. Look how they run.
    Alas! what haste they make to be undone!
    How with their lanterns do they seek the sun!
    Was ever grief like mine?

    With clubs and staves they seek me, as a thief,
    Who am the way of truth, the true relief;
    Most true to those, who are my greatest grief:
    Was ever grief like mine?

    Judas, dost thou betray me with a kiss?
    Canst thou find hell about my lips? and miss
    Of life, just at the gates of life and bliss?
    Was ever grief like mine?

    See, they lay hold on me, not with the hands
    Of faith, but fury: yet at their commands
    I suffer binding, who have loos'd their bands:
    Was ever grief like mine?

    All my Disciples fly; fear puts a bar
    Betwixt my friends and me. They leave the star
    That brought the wise men of the East from far.
    Was ever grief like mine?

    Then from one ruler to another bound
    They lead me; urging, that it was not sound
    What I taught: Comments would the text confound.
    Was ever grief like mine?

    The Priest and rulers all false witness seek
    'Gainst him, who seeks not life, but is the meek
    And ready Paschal Lamb of this great week:
    Was ever grief like mine?

    Then they accuse me of great blasphemy,
    That I did thrust into the Deity,
    Who never thought that any robbery:
    Was ever grief like mine?

    Some said, that I the Temple to the floor
    In three days raz'd, and raised as before.
    Why, he that built the world can do much more:
    Was ever grief like mine?

    Then they condemn me all with that same breath,
    Which I do give them daily, unto death.
    Thus Adam my first breathing rendereth:
    Was ever grief like mine?

    They bind, and lead me unto Herod: he
    Sends me to Pilate. This makes them agree;
    But yet their friendship is my enmity:
    Was ever grief like mine?

    Herod and all his bands do set me light,
    Who teach all hands to war, fingers to fight,
    And only am the Lord of hosts and might:
    Was ever grief like mine?

    Herod in judgement sits while I do stand;
    Examines me with a censorious hand:
    I him obey, who all things else command:
    Was ever grief like mine?

    The Jews accuse me with despitefulness;
    And vying malice with my gentleness,
    Pick quarrels with their only happiness:
    Was ever grief like mine?

    I answer nothing, but with patience prove
    If stony hearts will melt with gentle love.
    But who does hawk at eagles with a dove?
    Was ever grief like mine?

    My silence rather doth augment their cry;
    My dove doth back into my bosom fly;
    Because the raging waters still are high:
    Was ever grief like mine?

    Hark how they cry aloud still, 'Crucify:
    It is not fit he live a day, ' they cry,
    Who cannot live less than eternally:
    Was ever grief like mine?

    Pilate a stranger holdeth off; but they,
    Mine own dear people, cry, 'Away, away, '
    With noises confused frighting the day:
    Was ever grief like mine?

    Yet still they shout, and cry, and stop their ears,
    Putting my life among their sins and fears,
    And therefore wish my blood on them and theirs:
    Was ever grief like mine?

    See how spite cankers things. These words aright
    Used, and wished, are the whole world's light:
    But honey is their gall, brightness their night:
    Was ever grief like mine?

    They choose a murderer, and all agree
    In him to do themselves a courtesy:
    For it was their own cause who killed me:
    Was ever grief like mine?

    And a seditious murderer he was:
    But I the Prince of peace; peace that doth pass
    All understanding, more than heav'n doth glass:
    Was ever grief like mine?

    Why, Caesar is their only King, not I:
    He clave the stony rock, when they were dry;
    But surely not their hearts, as I well try:
    Was ever grief like mine?

    Ah! how they scourge me! yet my tenderness
    Doubles each lash: and yet their bitterness
    Winds up my grief to a mysteriousness.
    Was ever grief like mine?

    They buffet me, and box me as they list,
    Who grasp the earth and heaven with my fist,
    And never yet, whom I would punish, miss'd:
    Was ever grief like mine?

    Behold, they spit on me in scornful wise,
    Who by my spittle gave the blind man eyes,
    Leaving his blindness to mine enemies:
    Was ever grief like mine?

    My face they cover, though it be divine.
    As Moses' face was veiled, so is mine,
    Lest on their double-dark souls either shine:
    Was ever grief like mine?

    Servants and abjects flout me; they are witty:
    'Now prophesy who strikes thee, ' is their ditty.
    So they in me deny themselves all pity:
    Was ever grief like mine?

    And now I am deliver'd unto death,
    Which each one calls for so with utmost breath,
    That he before me well nigh suffereth:
    Was ever grief like mine?

    Weep not, dear friends, since I for both have wept
    When all my tears were blood, the while you slept:
    Your tears for your own fortunes should be kept:
    Was ever grief like mine?

    The soldiers lead me to the common hall;
    There they deride me, they abuse me all:
    Yet for twelve heavn'ly legions I could call:
    Was ever grief like mine?

    Then with a scarlet robe they me array;
    Which shows my blood to be the only way.
    And cordial left to repair man's decay:
    Was ever grief like mine?

    Then on my head a crown of thorns I wear:
    For these are all the grapes SIon doth bear,
    Though I my vine planted and watred there:
    Was ever grief like mine?

    So sits the earth's great curse in Adam's fall
    Upon my head: so I remove it all
    From th' earth unto my brows, and bear the thrall:
    Was ever grief like mine?

    Then with the reed they gave to me before,
    They strike my head, the rock from whence all store
    Of heavn'ly blessings issue evermore:
    Was ever grief like mine?

    They bow their knees to me, and cry, 'Hail king':
    What ever scoffs or scornfulness can bring,
    I am the floor, the sink, where they it fling:
    Was ever grief like mine?

    Yet since man's sceptres are as frail as reeds,
    And thorny all their crowns, bloody their weeds;
    I, who am Truth, turn into truth their deeds:
    Was ever grief like mine?

    The soldiers also spit upon that face,
    Which Angels did desire to have the grace,
    And Prophets once to see, but found no place:
    Was ever grief like mine?

    Thus trimmed forth they bring me to the rout,
    Who 'Crucify him, ' cry with one strong shout.
    God holds his peace at man, and man cries out.
    Was ever grief like mine?

    They lead me in once more, and putting then
    Mine own clothes on, they lead me out again.
    Whom devils fly, thus is he toss'd of men:
    Was ever grief like mine?

    And now weary of sport, glad to engross
    All spite in one, counting my life their loss,
    They carry me to my most bitter cross:
    Was ever grief like mine?

    My cross I bear my self, until I faint:
    Then Simon bears it for me by constraint,
    The decreed burden of each mortal Saint:
    Was ever grief like mine?

    O all ye who pass by, behold and see;
    Man stole the fruit, but I must climb the tree;
    The tree of life to all, but only me:
    Was ever grief like mine?

    Lo, here I hang, charg'd with a world of sin,
    The greater world o' th' two; for that came in
    By words, but this by sorrow I must win:
    Was ever grief like mine?

    Such sorrow, as if sinful man could feel,
    Or feel his part, he would not cease to kneel,
    Till all were melted, though he were all steel:
    Was ever grief like mine?

    But, O my God, my God! why leav'st thou me,
    The son, in whom thou dost delight to be?
    My God, my God -
    Never was grief like mine.

    Shame tears my soul, my body many a wound;
    Sharp nails pierce this, but sharper that confound;
    Reproaches, which are free, while I am bound.
    Was ever grief like mine?

    Now heal thy self, Physician; now come down.
    Alas! I did so, when I left my crown
    And father's smile for you, to feel his frown:
    Was ever grief like mine?

    In healing not my self, there doth consist
    All that salvation, which ye now resist;
    Your safety in my sickness doth subsist:
    Was ever grief like mine?

    Betwixt two thieves I spend my utmost breath,
    As he that for some robbery suffereth.
    Alas! what have I stolen from you? death:
    Was ever grief like mine?

    A king my title is, prefixt on high;
    Yet by my subjects am condemn'd to die
    A servile death in servile company;
    Was ever grief like mine?

    They gave me vinegar mingled with gall,
    But more with malice: yet, when they did call,
    With Manna, Angels' food, I fed them all:
    Was ever grief like mine?

    They part my garments, and by lot dispose
    My coat, the type of love, which once cur'd those
    Who sought for help, never malicious foes:
    Was ever grief like mine?

    Nay, after death their spite shall further go;
    For they will pierce my side, I full well know;
    That as sin came, so Sacraments might flow:
    Was ever grief like mine?

    But now I die; now all is finished.
    My woe, man's weal: and now I bow my head.
    Only let others say, when I am dead,
    Never was grief like mine. read more »

  • 62.
    Sonnet 35 - If I leave all for thee, wilt thou exchange

    XXXV

    If I leave all for thee, wilt thou exchange
    And be all to me? Shall I never miss read more »

  • 63.
    Grief Thief Of Time

    Grief thief of time crawls off,
    The moon-drawn grave, with the seafaring years,
    The knave of pain steals off read more »

  • 64.
    The Wood Road

    If I were to walk this way
    Hand in hand with Grief,
    I should mark that maple-spray
    Coming into leaf. read more »

  • 65.
    Hope in Heaven's Day

    Grief be mine, I ask you so,
    If not for you, I wouldn't know,
    How life once was and then be still,
    How so precious, that death do steal. read more »

  • 66.
    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 »

  • 67.
    EXPRESIONLESS EXPRESSION

    EXPRESIONLESS EXPRESSION
    esspeecee …30.01.96.

    Sky with million starry eyes read more »

  • 68.
    To The Honourable T. H. Esq; On the Death Of His Daughter

    WHILE deep you mourn beneath the cypress-shade
    The hand of Death, and your dear daughter
    laid
    In dust, whose absence gives your tears to flow, read more »

  • 69.
    Valedictory on a failed love-affair

    No sorrow
    Tomorrow

    Keep grief read more »

  • 70.
    .Grief Is

    Grief is a many varied thing
    And variously is caused.
    Grief cannot be but second place
    Preceded by a love. read more »

  • 71.
    Dark Trinity

    Said I to Pain: "You would not dare
    Do ill to me."
    Said Pain: "Poor fool! Why should I care
    Whom you may be? read more »

  • 72.
    Grief

    We all grieve differently
    Some grieve quietly
    Solemn in their grief not wanting
    To show their pain read more »

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  5. Can One Still Smile?, Rohit Sapra
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  7. Grief And Pains, Bireswar Halder
  8. To Unlock And To Knock Out, Lawrence S. Pertillar
  9. Grief Management, Perveiz Ali
  10. Grief, ROCHISH MON
  11. Walls Of Grief, RoseAnn V. Shawiak
  12. Burden Of Grief, RoseAnn V. Shawiak
  13. Scorpion, gajanan mishra
  14. The Outpour of Grief for Those Famous, Lyn Paul
  15. Tantalizing Music, RoseAnn V. Shawiak
  16. Grief and Life, douglas scotney
  17. Grief As An Island, RIC S. BASTASA
  18. Amazement II, Rose Ausländer
  19. Del Mar, For Lorca, Jone Guo
  20. September Ashes, Fatima Nusairat
  21. Grief, Gbeti gaius Kafui
  22. Death for Me, Rohit Sapra
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  25. MISERABLE HAPPINESS, segun Johnson Ozique
  26. Song Of Nobel Grief, Millosh Gjergj Nikolla
  27. I Always Laugh, ramesh rai
  28. Great Grief, douglas scotney
  29. Grief, Poet Dragon
  30. Emotional Scavenger, Jinge Norvall
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  32. How Great His Grief, Udiah (witness to Yah)
  33. Pleasure, Gautama Buddha
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  35. In my closet, Saintdc Reward
  36. Grief, sandy kulchyski
  37. Alone in grief, alone in thought, alone, Emmanuel George Cefai
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  39. Grief is the soul of life- SONNET, shubham tomar
  40. Loss, renato mascardo
  41. God Speaks To My Heart, Elizabeth Lindberg
  42. Threats To Keep A People In Grief, Lawrence S. Pertillar
  43. Friendship, Silas Weir Mitchell
  44. Song Of Noble Grief, Migjeni
  45. Not With These Eyes, John Freeman
  46. Grief-Song, John Bannister Tabb
  47. Grief, Robert Laurence Binyon
  48. My Profound Grief, Diane Perez
  49. Grief Is Never Having To Say I Grieve, rosalinda flores martinez
  50. Morning Dove, Udiah (witness to Yah)
  51. Healing, Mark R Slaughter
  52. Closure, Mark R Slaughter
  53. sift and shift, RIC S. BASTASA
  54. The Companions, Adelaide Crapsey
  55. One Worse Thing, Margaret Widdemer
  56. Love's Chastening, Paul Laurence Dunbar
  57. Untamed Grief, Valerian Mwenda
  58. In my grief, Jennifer Casiano
  59. Stand Alone Complex, DarkShaya Naiyamoto
  60. Unknown Grief, Mark Wazzy
  61. What old sadness can I let go of by shar.., Susie Sunshine
  62. Grief Abidding, Lonnie Hicks
  63. ! ! For those in mind, Michael Shepherd
  64. Grief, Claire Abbott
  65. THROUGH THE LENS OF GRIEF SONG, Aldo Kraas
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  67. Dark, Tajma Hall
  68. .. Farewell, Frederick Kesner
  69. thecom, brandon edwards
  70. crying, RIC S. BASTASA
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  72. Silent Language Of Grief, Seema Chowdhury
  73. TO GRIEF, dr. ram sharma
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