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Grief Still Comes In Ripples

Grief Still Comes In Ripples

A Poem by Ann Outlaw


A short poem about loss and grief during the holiday season.
Final Entry

Final Entry

A Poem by Zoe Richardson


Loss is like falling out of space
Fit

Fit

A Poem by snail


In this poem I refer to nascent hysteria.
It's just the two of us at the end.

It's just the two of us at the end.

A Poem by Matt Later


It's just the two of us at the end.You're lying on your side in the dirt somewhereWondering where the others are, wonderingWhy I don't help you. You'r..
Sick Again

Sick Again

A Poem by The Things She Noted


I want to reach into my chest and crack my ribs like a wishbone Slipped out from your dinner Chocking on my flesh Too thick Cut that fat off Hold..
For the love of a father... is just too much to ask

For the love of a father... is just too much to as..

A Poem by Cierra


I lost my father earlier this year. A bond between a father and a daughter is hard to destroy. But, I guess that assumes that it was ever there.
The Oak Tree

The Oak Tree

A Poem by Sam


A fictional poem about suicide
Christmas Mourning

Christmas Mourning

A Poem by Ann Outlaw


Christmas MourningByAnn OutlawIt’s Christmas morning But it feels like mourning From my eyes, tears are pouring If I would’ve known..
Each & Every Day

Each & Every Day

A Poem by Marvin Thomas Cox-Flynn d..


This piece is dedicated to my friend, Mike Woodward & his late father, William Leonard Woodward, who passed away June 14th, 2013. Mike was Pallbearer ..
The Abortion

The Abortion

A Story by Tris Nickles


This is a flash "story" that I wrote using the prompt from Dylan Thomas: 'Do not go gentle into that good night...' This was one of my mother's favori..
Her Absence is Like the Sky (working title only)

Her Absence is Like the Sky (working title only)

A Book by David in Seattle


My personal journey through grief.
The Merchant

The Merchant

A Poem by Amorette Duvannes


It's funny that I'm an adult now and I've found my way back here after all these years. Someone very close to me took their own life last week.
Neither could she express love nor could she grieve

Neither could she express love nor could she griev..

A Poem by Ishwar Grewal


She claimed she had experienced love in many forms, She argued with pride that she had known love in its highest form, But “destiny&rdq..
Count The Petals Of LIfe

Count The Petals Of LIfe

A Poem by Marvin Thomas Cox-Flynn d..


Dedicated to the only true flower my life has ever known: My wife of 49 years ...
Leach

Leach

A Poem by snail


While everyone celebrated New Year's, clogging my feed with flashbacks insisting last year was the best; I wrote this. It's not that last year was all..