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Poems For Bereavement… Beautiful Poems About Grief And Loss

At times during your bereavement, you lot may find yourself drawn to the written arts or music for solace. There'due south something very comforting virtually the wisdom shared through the ages via poesy or thoughtful quotes well-nigh grief and loss. And music touches the soul in a fashion zero else can.

Our hope is that you lot find comfort for yourself by exploring our nifty collection of poems for bereavement in this section:

Grief poetry can make a very thoughtful gift for a friend who lost a loved i.

I Will

As long as I tin I will await at this world for the both of us.
As long as I can I will sing with the birds,
I will laugh with the flowers,
I will pray to the stars for both of the states.

~ Author Unknown

EPITAPH

Found On A Tombstone in Republic of ireland, dated 1889:

"Death leaves a heartache difficult to heal;
Dearest leaves sweet memories no i can steal."

ANGEL THOUGHTS

"If yous give up when it's deep winter,
you lot'll surely miss the hope of your Spring,
the dazzler of your Summer
and the fulfillment of your Autumn. Don't let the pains of one season
overshadow the joys of the residue of the year.
Try not to approximate life
past ane hard flavor;
cherish instead
the exceptional seasons
given you lot in dear."

~Sec. Cerge Remonde, PMS

DO Non WEEP

Do not stand at my grave and cry;
I am not at that place, I practice not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow.
I am the diamond glints on snowfall.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn rain. When you awaken in the morning's hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of serenity birds in circled flight.
I am the soft stars that polish at nighttime.
Do not stand at my grave and cry;
I am not there, I did not dice.

~ Writer Unknown

Poems for People Who Mourn

GRIEF

I tell you lot, hopeless grief is passionless;
That but men incredulous of despair,
Half-taught in ache, through the midnight air
Beat upward to God's throne in loud access
Of shrieking and reproach. Total desertness,
In souls equally countries, lieth silent-bare
Under the blanching, vertical eye-glare
Of the accented Heavens. Deep-hearted man, limited
Grief for thy Dead in silence like to expiry–
Most like a monumental statue fix
In everlasting sentry and moveless woe
Till itself crumble to the dust beneath.
Touch it; the marble eyelids are non wet:
If information technology could weep, it could arise and get.

~ Elizabeth Barrett Browning

REMEMBER

Remember me when I am gone away,
Gone far away into the silent land;
When you can no more than hold me by the manus,
Nor I one-half turn to become, yet turning stay. Remember me when no more twenty-four hour period past solar day
You tell me of our time to come that you lot planned:
Only think me; you lot empathize
It will exist late to counsel and then or pray.

Yet if you should forget me for a while
And afterward, remember, practise not grieve:
For if the darkness and abuse leave
A vestige of the thoughts that once I had,
Amend by far you should forget and smile
Than that y'all should think and be lamentable.

~ Christina Rossetti

And then JOY STEPPED IN

Said she, 'I will not live with grief from morrow unto morrow.
My heart cries out for some relief, 'Proficient-bye, my niggling sorrow.'
She closed the windows of her dwelling and pulled down every blind.
'I'm going forth, ' she cried, 'to roam. You, Grief, can stay behind.'
'And I'll be gone the livelong mean solar day, expect me back to-dark.'Grief wanly watched her go away into the warmth and light;
With quickened step and brightened eyes, she mingled with the throng.
Instead of stake Grief's moans and sighs, she heard Endeavour'south vocal.
She saw a sister, crossed the road, and asked her how she fared:
Then helped to lift her heavy load and in the burden shared.

Throughout the day Self was suppressed whilst Service took its place.
When she returned at nighttime to balance – of Grief there was no trace!
But Joy stepped along and sweetly said,
'May I now be your friend instead? '

~ Wilhelmina Run up

Poems for bereavement…

Alter OF ADDRESS

You lot didn't die
you just changed shape
became invisible
to the naked eye

became this grief

it'south sharpness
more than existent

and then your presence was

before yous were separate to me
entire to yourself

at present you are
a part of me

yous are inside my self

I call you
by your new name

'Grief…Grief! '

although I still call you
'Dearest.'

~Dónall Dempsey

THE ELEPHANT IN THE ROOM

There'south an elephant in the room.
It is big and squatting,
and then it is hard to get around it. Yet we squeeze by with,
"How are you lot?" and, "I'm fine,"
and a thousand other forms of trivial churr.

We talk nearly the weather;
we talk about work;
we talk about everything else—
except for the elephant in the room.

There's an elephant in the room.
Nosotros all know it is at that place.
We are thinking about the elephant
as we talk together.

Information technology is constantly on our minds.
For, y'all come across, it is a very large elephant.
It has hurt us all, just we practice non talk about
the elephant in the room.

Oh, please, say her name.
Oh, please, say "Barbara" again.
Oh, delight, permit's talk about
the elephant in the room.

For if we talk well-nigh her decease,
peradventure nosotros can talk most her life.
Can I say, "Barbara" to you lot
and not have you expect away?

For if I cannot,
and so you are leaving me alone
in a room—with an elephant.

~ Terry Kettering

GRIEVE Not

(Ode: Intimations of Immortality from Recollections of Early Childhood, 175-186)

What though the radiance which was once so bright
Be now forever taken from my sight,
Though cipher can bring dorsum the hour
Of splendor in the grass, of glory in the flower;
Nosotros will grieve not, rather notice
Force in what remains behind;
In the primal sympathy
Which having been must ever exist;
In the soothing thoughts that spring
Out of human being suffering;
In the faith that looks through death,
In years that bring the philosophic mind.~ William Wordsworth

Poems for People Who Grieve

PEACE MY HEART

Peace, my heart, allow the time for the parting exist sweet.
Let it non be a death but completeness.
Let love melt into memory and hurting into songs.
Let the flying through the sky cease in the folding of the wings over the nest.
Let the concluding impact of your hands be gentle like the bloom of the night.
Stand still, O Beautiful End, for a moment, and say your final words in silence.
I bow to you and agree up my lamp to light y'all on your fashion.

~ Rabindranath Tagore

TIME DOES Not BRING RELIEF

Time does not bring relief; you all have lied
Who told me time would ease me of my pain!
I miss him in the weeping of the rain;
I want him at the shrinking of the tide;
The old snows cook from every mountain-side,
And final year's leaves are smoke in every lane;
But last twelvemonth's bitter loving must remain
Heaped on my heart, and my old thoughts abide.
There are a hundred places where I fear
To go – so with his retentiveness, they skirt.
And entering with relief some repose place
Where never fell his foot or shone his face
I say, 'There is no retention of him here!'
And so stand up stricken, then remembering him.

~ Edna St Vincent Millay (1892 -1950)

Death IS Zilch AT ALL

I have just slipped abroad into the next room

I am I and y'all are you

Whatsoever nosotros were to each other

That we are nevertheless

Call me by my old familiar name

Speak to me in the easy mode you always used

Put no difference into your tone

Habiliment no forced air of solemnity or sorrow

Laugh as we always laughed

At the little jokes, we e'er enjoyed together

Play, smile, recollect of me, pray for me

Let my name exist ever the household word that it always was

Let it exist spoken without endeavour

Without the ghost of a shadow in information technology

Life means all that it ever meant

It is the same equally information technology e'er was

There is absolute unbroken continuity

What is death simply a negligible accident?

Why should I be out of mind?

Because I am out of sight?

I am waiting for y'all for an interval

Somewhere very near

Only around the corner

All is well.

Nothing is past; zilch is lost

I brief moment and all will exist as it was earlier

How nosotros shall express joy at the trouble of parting when nosotros meet again!

~ Canon Henry Scott-Holland, 1847-1918, Catechism of St Paul'southward Cathedral

FUNERAL BLUES

I
Finish all the clocks, cut off the telephone,
Forestall the dog from barking with a juicy bone,
Silence the pianos and with muffled pulsate
Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.

Allow airplanes circumvolve moaning overhead
Scribbling on the heaven the message He Is Dead,
Put crêpe bows round the white necks of the public
doves,
Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton fiber gloves.

He was my Northward, my S, my East, and Due west,
My working week and my Sunday rest,
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
I thought that love would last forever: I was wrong.

The stars are not wanted now: put out every one;
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun;
Cascade away the ocean and sweep up the wood.
For nothing now can always come to any good.

II
O the valley in the summer where I and my John
Besides the deep river would walk on and on
While the flowers at our feet and the birds upwards above
Argued so sweetly on reciprocal beloved,
And I leaned on his shoulder; 'O Johnny, let's play':
Only he frowned like thunder and he went away.

O that Friday nigh Christmas every bit I well recall
When we went to the Charity Matinee Ball,
The flooring was so smooth and the band was so loud
And Johnny so handsome I felt so proud;
'Squeeze me tighter, dearest Johnny, allow's dance till it's day':
But he frowned like thunder and he went abroad.

Shall I e'er forget at the Grand Opera?
When music poured out of each wonderful star?
Diamonds and pearls they hung dazzling down
Over each silver and golden silk gown;
'O John I'g in heaven,' I whispered to say:
Simply he frowned like thunder and he went away.

O but he was fair every bit a garden in blossom,
Equally slender and alpine as the great Eiffel Tower,
When the waltz throbbed out on the long promenade
O his optics and his grinning they went straight to my heart;
'O ally me, Johnny, I'll love and obey':
But he frowned similar thunder and he went abroad.

O last night I dreamed of you, Johnny, my lover,
Y'all'd the sun on 1 arm and the moon on the other,
The bounding main was blue and the grass was green,
Every star rattled a round tambourine;
Ten yard miles deep in a pit there I lay:
But y'all frowned like thunder and you lot went abroad.

~ West. H. Auden

If I had to write a poem

past Mike Bonello (Malta)

If I had to write a poem
I would put pen to my thoughts,
and describe my inner feelings
every bit I should have simply did not

Belying hurt and grief
I braved a face for all to see,
for it'southward not off-white to those who loved her,
and she loved them endlessly

The heart pains……and bleeds
just the soul rips through and through
till there'south no more tears to cry,
and darkness falls on you

so you will call up
of memories gone by,
y'all have endured the exam of time
and squeeze a smile up in the sky

there was no doubt
we meant to wrinkle with sometime age,
leafing all those albums
reliving every page

but at present she looks at me
and pushes me ahead,
for she wants not for me to falter
only strengthens me instead

if equally they say Fourth dimension Heals
I surely do not want,
I want her to alive in me
this feeling of her warmth

when time knocks on my door
and grief volition become abroad,
my center will stop its beating
and I'll know that it's my mean solar day

and when this moment so awaited
will surely come to me,
with joy I will cover yous
as our souls will be prepare free!

Alas a poem needs a poet
and a poet I am not
but I hope these few odd verses
will bring for united states of america some solace

Lest we forgot

Dear Poem

by Barbara  (Whitehorse, Yukon Canada)

I saw the moon tonight
Not quite full – not yet
Only coming into glory

And I thought of y'all

You lot left earlier the last total moon
And I gazed at it, in a clear cold sky
And wondered where you were

This is not a beloved poem, as such
I was not forsaken past a lover
Who left me for some other
Later ravishing me with
All the stuff poems are made of

No, this is not that kind of poem at all
Just information technology is a verse form about my mother
My mother, who left me
Who I loved eternally and completely
Who was at that place for me each and every 24-hour interval
Of my life

And at present she is gone
And my heart is broken

(Peradventure like the one who was forsaken by a lover)

It hurts the same. It hurts so much. Mayhap much more
For life will never be the same

I look to the moon to try to brand sense of information technology
Merely I can't

I miss you lot and so much, my mother

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