Top 100 Poems About: GRIEF

In this page, poems on / about “grief” are listed.
  • 1.
    Consummation Of Grief

    I even hear the mountains
    the way they laugh
    up and down their blue sides
    and down in the water read more »

    Charles Bukowski
  • 2.
    "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
  • 3.
    ! A Grief Ago

    'There is no grief
    which time does not lessen
    or soften' -
    so said Cicero, a man so often right; read more »

    Michael Shepherd
  • 4.
    Talking To Grief

    Ah, Grief, I should not treat you
    like a homeless dog
    who comes to the back door
    for a crust, for a meatless bone. read more »

    Denise Levertov
  • 5.
    A Grief Ago

    A grief ago,
    She who was who I hold, the fats and the flower,
    Or, water-lammed, from the scythe-sided thorn, read more »

    Dylan Thomas
  • 6.
    As Imperceptibly As Grief


    As imperceptibly as Grief
    The Summer lapsed away— read more »

    Emily Dickinson
  • 7.

    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
  • 8.
    [03] Grief

    When the kites fly in the sky
    Like lovely tall ladies
    A dark cloud extends
    To the north-west horizon read more »

    Ashraful Musaddeq
  • 9.
    Circe's Grief

    In the end, I made myself
    Known to your wife as
    A god would, in her own house, in
    Ithaca, a voice read more »

    Louise Gluck
  • 10.
    I Measure Every Grief I Meet (561)

    I measure every Grief I meet
    With narrow, probing, Eyes--
    I wonder if It weighs like Mine--
    Or has an Easier size. read more »

    Emily Dickinson
  • 11.
    If Grief For Grief Can Touch Thee

    If grief for grief can touch thee,
    If answering woe for woe,
    If any truth can melt thee
    Come to me now! read more »

    Emily Jane Brontë
  • 12.
    Sonnet 42: That Thou Hast Her, It Is Not All My Grief

    That thou hast her, it is not all my grief,
    And yet it may be said I loved her dearly;
    That she hath thee is of my wailing chief,
    A loss in love that touches me more nearly. read more »

    William Shakespeare
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