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  • mehvish_malik 6h

    But the tears flew away with the fear, and
    opened the vision of my encroached heart....


  • annieg_ 1w

    The Willow Tree

    Let me be a small while longer,
    Here, by the old willow tree
    While I sing my song and dance
    And my soul goes wandering free.
    For this is where my sweetheart dwelt,
    Here by the old willow tree
    As she danced like leaves upon the wind
    And sang her love for me.
    But alas, she walks this earth no longer,
    Her song now lost to sea,
    While I remain behind in grief
    Here, by the old willow tree.

  • writers_soul__ 1w

    Meant to be

    I found you
    As unexpectedly as the rain falls in a summer morning
    I grew fond of you
    As surprisingly as the wish upon a falling star comes true
    But I could never believe what I felt for you
    Is it even love? I questioned myself everyday when I was with you.
    My heart had no answer for me.
    So I believed I did not love you.
    One day I left.
    With a hope to be right about leaving something I wasn't sure of.
    I left you my love. I am sorry for the pain I caused both of us.
    I was wrong. And I do love you.
    This grief does not go away..
    No matter how much I try, I still think of you.
    If you were meant for me then why did I make such a mistake of letting you go? And
    If we were not meant to be then why does it still hurt so much to let go?
    Now I wish , every night. Every morning.
    Please find me again. Please let me make up to what was lost. But most importantly forgive me, for I could not see your worth sooner. Forgive me for not staying and Fighting for us. Forgive me because I had my reasons.
    And if in this lifetime, we don't cross paths again then forgive me because we could have been great together.
    If it's meant to be , we will find eachother. Again.

  • thoseunspokenfeelings 2w

    #Thoseunspokenfeelings #Mystery #Grief

    Her persecuted body...!

    ©Unspoken Words

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    Persecuted Body

    Her grief was being eaten by her brain.
    Her brain was being eaten by her emotions.
    Her emotions were being eaten by her heart.
    Her body was being eaten by her heart.

    Clouds hid her body's verses.

    Grinning at her body.
    Rain fell on her bloody persecuted body.
    She was found but was not seen...!

  • altraberry 2w

    @miraquill @writersnetwork #grief #sad #lonely #miatake

    Inspired by 'In Neglect' by Robert Frost

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    In Grief

    You left us so to the way we took,
    As all of us were proved mistaken,
    That we sit sometimes in our homely nook
    With sombre, wretched, melancholic look,
    And try if we cannot feel forsaken.


  • octavian 2w


    Our culture sees grief as a kind of malady;
    a terrifying, messy emotion that needs to be cleaned up and put behind us as soon as possible.

    Megan Devine

  • pinkishlyshy 3w

    Growing while Grieving


    If I have learned anything,
    it is that there should always be music.
    Persistent and loud.
    Rising with the waves of each day.
    Killing the pleasurable textures of guilt and grief.
    That slowly crawl up from the silence..
    And stare into your face daringly to say,
    "Let me ruin you."


  • kp_singh 4w

    By unknown Grief sits next to me and says
    Don't worry, I'm also here for a short while. I'll soon leave you silently, Just like the persons you trusted the most. -kps©2021

    #grief #griefnexttome #kpspoetry #kpsquotes #whenyouaregone

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    Grief sits next to me and says
    Don't worry, I'm also here for a short while. I'll soon leave you silently, Just like the persons you trusted the most.

  • thepoeticunicorn 4w

    10:18pm Tears

    I just needed someone to talk to.


  • juhiyverma_ 4w

    अब तो ये लगता है
    मानो ज़माने के हर एक ग़म पर,
    ख़ुदा ने जैसे
    हमारा ही नाम लिख दिया है !


    Now it seems that
    on every sorrow of the world,
    God has written my name.


    #life#love#grief#sorrow#pain##hurt#death#mournings#alfaazyaehsaas#bsyunhi#dilse#kuchlafz#dolafzon me#gham#olord#lifeisamyth#suffering#broken

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    अब तो ये लगता है
    मानो ज़माने के हर एक ग़म पर,
    ख़ुदा ने जैसे
    हमारा ही नाम लिख दिया है !


  • b_gotti 5w

    Tragically Forsaken

               She wears my role like a crown, I watch her ascend. When, while it was mine, we all nearly drown. In the end, I couldn't face putting my son in the ground. So ashes to ashes we all fall down. 

               Into the madness I boldly go. Yes I am a crazy bitch, but this you already know. I am told my reality is not, but a glitch . My kindness for weakness the final blow. Dealing with the cards I have been dealt has given me a twitch. So to cope With emotions I flipped the switch.

                Cold as ice, it is now time to think twice. Emotions now gone my tongue will surely slice. Like a knife straight to the heart, it will rip you apart. The will to care dead from the start. Misery shoots out from my very existence like a dart.

                I see the pain i should feel and try to remain sane, but inside my brain is a black stain. Where nothing is gained. Just darkness scattered by the rain. My emotions stay detained waiting for any control I can regain then actually retain.

                Hours to days then days to weeks. When I finally clear the haze, my outlook is bleak. The ones who are around me seem dazed and weak. Obviously, a battle's been fought and not without high cost. Surrender was sought, but now I am just lost. To the wind caution was tossed.

                 Now alone I stand in my own blood. Blood that soaked the land until nothing is left but dirty red mud. 

                 Nobody to care. Nobody who would dare love the girl with a devoided blank stare. Nobody to see inside she's bare but they also miss how, honestly, her courage is rare as is her persistence against despair. 

                  When all is said and all is done I will have to answer for all of the blood. It will be me who is to answer for the death of my son, and it will not matter how many horrific battles I have won. My judgment at the end of days will come down to the perception, of only one.  

                  My faith is broken from too many times of him ignoring the desperate prayers I have spoken. I can not make myself believe all the words in the Bible because, it's man who wrote them. So the fires of hell are waiting for me. Listen. Even now I hear my demons stoke them. It was always going to end that way it is not like I provoked them.

                   Since birth I have always felt forsaken. All happiness in my life is eventually taken. By God's will, or was it really satans? Inside my self was the only place I have ever felt strength in. Turns out, that is the place I went when my mind was breaking. Though even there I could feel my soul shaking and feel all the immense pain my body was in.

                   Could his evil have truly found me when I was the young age of 3? If so, where was God's love then to save me? Why has it never found me or set me free? 

                   As I feel satans horn push deeper inside, he stays astride. I know there is not a place on earth I can hide. I can not help but wish, I'd never been born. That way I'd have never felt my soul being torn or hold the knowledge that due to my scars, It's my dead child I'll always mourn. Who's to decide if I should stay alive? What if the guy with the crown of thorns never meant for me to survive? 

                   Until fate decides what is to be my destiny, here I will remain faithful to my misery. Living a life of banditry. Aggressively rejecting what was never meant for me. Forever seeking the love and peace promised to me, by the very same one who forgot it was he, that was supposed to save me. 

    Somebody please set me free.


  • writing_solace__ 5w

    ~Silence is a cure to grief~ Arabian proverb

    #argument #wod #mirakee #writersnetwork #miraquill #pod #silence #grief

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    I sat in the dim light,
    Filtering through,
    The curtains of my window,
    Cold shivers broke on my skin,
    As the mountain of unspoken inside,
    Unfolded to trickle in my blood,
    Drip by drip,
    Like a meal---to the knot,
    I used to keep closed in a box,
    Feeding it,
    To thrive and fill out,
    Every speck of my skin,
    Tearing through my flesh,
    Like a snarky cat's paws,
    Going again and again,
    While that knot rose,
    Like a turbulent wrecking,
    My veins and sanity,
    Until there was none left,
    And silence just sat there,
    Watching me fall and crumble to pieces


  • the_euphoric_writer 5w

    The Stars had promised a Quiet Night

    The stars had promised a quiet night,
    They lied, I knew,
    They flicker when they deceive,
    They flickered tonight,
    I had hoped otherwise,
    Dread describes existence,
    Half-lit eyes, passionate,
    Yet the night is clamourous,
    Abounding stories of grief,
    Overabundant cries of plea,
    Seldom let me sleep,
    Tonight is no different,
    It's the same old page waiting,
    To be turned over,
    Yet the story never proceeds,
    Rather it fades,
    Into memories, into reflections,
    Scrambled, waiting to be solved,
    And somewhere amongst the pieces,
    I belong, of my own will, of my own accord.


  • anupriyachauhan18 5w


    You become the most powerful when you learn to master grief. When you dont let it come in your way of achieving heights that you dream of.
    When it feels like the entire world is deaf and you are the only one screaming, remind yourself that you have got your own back.
    You are smart , beautiful , intelligent and emotionally independant that is all a person wants.

  • ssunayana 5w

    Day and Night

    Day and Night. Salt and Pepper.
    Two contrasting ends of color.
    And yet so many different shades exist 
    In between the two ends.

    Day and Night. Joy and Grief.
    Two contrasting ends of emotions.
    And yet so many different emotions exist
    In between the two ends.

    Day and Night. Hope and Fear.
    Two contrasting ends of your state, dear heart.
    And yet so many possibilities exist
    In between the two ends.

    And I want you to remember that.
    It never is "The End".
    That's the thing about Possibilities,
    They always exist.

  • the_moon_kid 6w

    Lately, my life has been like that
    messed up woollen ball rolling on
    the floor, with it's end somewhere lost
    and not in a mood to be unsnarled neatly.
    I remember, knitting patterns on my white
    solid sweater with some colourful wool,
    especially blue, my favourite colour.
    I love the sky when it turns blue too.
    With the clouds mimicking white cotton
    candies sauntering all around the blue sky
    while the sun and moon play peekaboo,
    it's beautiful.
    I love admiring how the colours of the
    sky blend among themselves and they
    don't even need a brush for those extra
    dark shades.
    But these days, it feels like although the
    sky changes colours but now my life has
    not been a rainbow anymore.
    I can only see the dark blue and black
    shades of the sky where it seems as if
    the clouds are frowning at me.
    The daisies I've planted once now has
    stopped giggling and shaking their petals,
    when I water them.
    Earlier, they used to narrate their stories
    to me about how once just because of
    them, a love story started and how
    they've also been laid on the graveyard
    of someone's beloved.
    I've some photo frames fixed on the walls
    of my room.
    They've photographs in them of some of
    my really close people who are now just
    like that zephyr which comes and goes in
    seconds and make you feel like it wasn't
    even there.
    The frames now threatens me to fall down
    and break into pieces.
    That vintage diary kept on the table besides
    the scented candles has stopped calling me.
    With a rusty colour on their pages and a
    smell of the past, the dairy now doesn't
    sings me lullaby at nights anymore.
    Every story used to be a way for me to
    fall asleep, dreaming how happiness is
    now like those withered leaves of my
    favourite daisies.
    Dried petals of roses inside my cupboard
    and crowns of their thorns, pricking my
    fingers, now just don't hurt me anymore.
    Memories disguised as tears, smeared
    on my white pillows now create art every
    Golden arrows of betrayal are now been
    thrown at me and they don't even miss
    a chance to hit my heart just at the right
    place, making a wound there which
    oozes out pain in the form of verses,
    just like you're now reading one.
    A jar, which reads in bold 'Reasons to smile'
    filled with some cheats, kept on the window
    pane above which a dreamcatcher is
    hanging, now mocks me because I pretend
    to smile all the time these days.
    The thread embedded with roses, decorating
    my ribcage has started tickling my insides.
    Twists and turns of the hurt feelings
    makes me gasp from breaths now.

    The scarlet hues of the sky during the
    late evenings and the early soft twinkling
    of the stars, along with the moon when it
    starts getting a bit darker heals me with
    kisses of solace.
    Tinkling of the bells due to the wind, with
    gazhals playing in the background has
    started helping me untangle that woollen
    ball, my life, and start knitting.
    May be start with just a little pansy or a
    sunflower ?
    Anything, but everything in a way.


    #mirakee #words #poetry #life #grief #aesthetic #thoughts #love #friendship #messy

    @miraquill @readwriteunite @writersnetwork

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  • loftydreams101 6w

    A True Love's Deep Slumber

    Laughter sails into the mist
    Giving way to church bells
    Ringing over silent acres of stone
    Cold and bloodshot stares
    Live in warm summers past
    Turned away from the agony
    Of their desolate march
    The trail sways in song
    Toward the earth’s black wound
    Slow and steady in denial
    Of their truest love lost

    © 2021 William Wright, Jr.

  • wespadeshere 7w

    Two grieving men
    Lay in the sand
    While waves of seafoam
    Crash onto the land
    One turns and asks
    "Can you hold me
    Till it's over?"
    The other replies


  • nazishnazir 7w

    I long to become something vibrant
    To grow into something
    That can glow against
    Darkness encasing it
    I am trying so hard
    To hold the stars in my teeth
    Without crushing them

  • _archita_mitra_ 7w

    Wish I had a Brother

    Penned with a heavy heart
    a feeling which tears me apart
    A grip of strange irritation
    Every moment is a suffocation

    Nobody to call your own
    Yes, a story of being forever alone
    No shoulder to weep
    a grief etched down deep
    Nobody to go to, nobody to tease
    No stopping me from doing as I please..
    Nobody to pamper , no body to cheer
    Nobody to guide , nobody to push for being better

    I hide my tears, when they ask about brother
    For me , it's always a blur figure
    A void nothing can replace
    Sometimes life seems so meaningless
    Inked "Bro" promising to be loyal
    For someone who would never be available

    Although I smile and seem carefree
    There's no one, who would always ask for a brother
    More than Me...