Tags : loss

I don't think we'll ever cross paths

I don't think we'll ever cross paths

A Poem by blondecat84


lost love, lost life, lost everything
Life isn't always broken

Life isn't always broken

A Poem by Samuel Bready


Don't leave your loved ones with hatred being the last thing you gave them.
Wasting Wishes

Wasting Wishes

A Poem by Talia


This is a poem I wrote years ago about the loss of a loved one(s).
I Dive

I Dive

A Poem by Malise Haligree


Probably my favorite poem I've ever written.
Losing What Was Never Mine

Losing What Was Never Mine

A Poem by Ally Ann


There is guilt in mourning something you never had
The Sky and the Earth

The Sky and the Earth

A Poem by Isabella Cezanne


a poem about yearning
Deeply Abiding Way

Deeply Abiding Way

A Poem by Linda Marie Van Tassell


“I guess we’ll always feel unloved in a deeply abiding way.” ~ Richard
Streams

Streams

A Poem by MsJewel


An ocean vast in its beauty with tides that rose for you and me as deep waters quickly surround the one who is willing to drown… ..
Mother

Mother

A Poem by Jesse Judge


A child expressing the affliction of her mother's passing whilst being consoled by what appears to be the angelic form of her late-mother.
X

X

A Poem by TheJordBaker


My eyes a heavy swell and the sky a guilty grey; quite the pathetic fallacy for plagued as well. A wish in vein and folly to sink into a shell, ..
Letter to grandpa

Letter to grandpa

A Poem by cluelesspen__


I still have so many things to share with you I still want to buy you coffee, watches, and awesome shoes Excuse me for not being the loyal ..
Truth

Truth

A Story by Cody Wiggins


There is nothing quite as cold as the wing blowing in your face, yet you feel nothing Nothing as dark as a morning in which you wish the sun never sh..
The Violence of the Past

The Violence of the Past

A Poem by Hannah


If we reap what we sow And what we sow is violence, Then violence will show And end all in silence. From the violence we reap Our children all ..
The Mold Inside the Fruit

The Mold Inside the Fruit

A Story by Taylor St. Onge


trying to make sense of my grief like