Tags : mourning

WE HAVE LIVED

WE HAVE LIVED

A Poem by kublakhan27


05 23 13
Rainy Days

Rainy Days

A Poem by Kristin Lee


Even when we lose a loved one...are they really gone?
Premature Hell

Premature Hell

A Poem by SamanthaSweeney


Premature Hell Hearing the cries of every guitar, The solemn altos of the troubled voices Echoing into my mind, Reassuring ..
Where Were You God ?

Where Were You God ?

A Poem by dw817


A poem I wrote when my Dad died ... I still haven't gotten over the loss of him ...
Holding The Photo

Holding The Photo

A Poem by Jeremy Bjelland


He’s holding the photo with his left, While wiping away tears with his right, Feeling the pain deep down inside, He’s going to st..
For Seven Days the Sky Rots

For Seven Days the Sky Rots

A Poem by The Poetry of Michal (Mit..


About the poem: this poem was an assignment about King David during a Jewish writer's retreat in Washington, D.C.
Man's Best Friend

Man's Best Friend

A Poem by Courtney Rose


I wrote this for my dog Niki who passed away in November as well as my grandpa's dog Abbey who passed this morning
Golden Hibiscus

Golden Hibiscus

A Poem by Chris Lotus


I wrote this after hearing a good friend of mine (who was also a girl I also liked) was in the hospital
Alec

Alec

A Story by Shannz


Scarlett is isolated, darkened and pained by the loss of her mother and has been within a boarding school for most of her life. It's her sixteenth bir..
A Chocolate Picnic

A Chocolate Picnic

A Poem by Freya Pillar


Poem for my grandad describing the moments that I will cherish most with him.
Day of Mourning

Day of Mourning

A Chapter by Eddie Davis


Aurei faces the dreaded day of the funeral of her foster father and finds her whole future takes a very unexpected turn.
CANDLE LOGIC

CANDLE LOGIC

A Poem by kublakhan27


10 23 13
Morning

Morning

A Poem by DaughterNature


This poem was an exercise in quatrains, and inspired by a horrible day.
The Primitive Painter

The Primitive Painter

A Poem by David Lewis Paget


He was leaning against the wall, backed up And staring through fumes of gin and whiskey, Glaring at all the toffs, dressed up And rav..
The Wake

The Wake

A Poem by EloisaWrites


Dedicated to my friend whose father passed away this week.
Drop Everything

Drop Everything

A Poem by Erin Kateri


In loving memory of Teresa Trybalski, brain cancer victim
Let the Maggots Feast

Let the Maggots Feast

A Poem by Erin Kateri


mourning the loss of a brother