#mourning

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  • loftydreams101 5w

    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.

  • nightpen 5w

    A Real Ghost

    Dad's birthday was yesterday
    All I know is he seems alive to this day
    Yes he is gone but I'm haunted in a unique way
    I miss him as I waste the days away
    His ghost is either here or me
    His ghost is real
    ©nightpen

  • isalittlebroken 10w

    Ashes to Ashes

    How humbling it is to hold human ashes 
    in your hand.
    A person you used to know,
    cast to the sea in a pillowed cloud of white dust.
    Her spirit leaving us
    to rest forevermore 
    in azure waters 
    She adored.

    (Cast my Aunt and her daughter's ashes into the ocean today.) RIP 6/8/21
    ©isalittlebroken

  • winnahwrites 14w

    Daddy

    Years down but tears ain’t dry
    Tender I was, but death did it’s work
    Memories of you sticks in forever
    A very strong man but down beneath.

    ©winnahwrites

  • brokengypsysoul 15w

    "You should consider abortion as there is a high chance your child will be deformed."
    She was broken and hurting; she didn't want to accept this news
    So many conflicting emotions, pulling her back and forth
    Sickness plagued her fueling her depression
    Finally realising the severity of the matter...she made the hospital appointment.

    One morning after a helpful doctors consult, she decides, "I'm going to keep this baby."
    I don't care; I will love and look after my baby no matter what
    The thought of abortion killed her inside
    She went home after taking the doctors advice for anti-nausea remedies
    She was hopeful, finally accepting, excited to be a mum again
    She knocked on the door, her sister comes to unlock the door and greet her
    The girl looks down and does her sister, shock sets in
    Red blood, lots of it, they look at each other in despair

    First, she had to accept that she had an unwell child, that she may lose the child, or have to make that decision herself. Once accepting to love this child no matter what, she had to accept that he was now gone.

    The nurse had to retrieve the baby from the toilet
    She was unable to look at him, not wanting to accept her reality but asked to keep him

    She sits, and she mourns with her delicate baby in his tiny coffin
    The deformed reality of her baby sinks in; she only wanted to love him
    Heartbroken, seeing this incomplete child that she so desperately realised she wanted
    She then had to accept his fate was never in her hands

    Life is a rollercoaster of emotions; you only realise what you have until it is gone; once you accept something painful, life changes.

    It hurts. It's unfair. It is a process of emotions but accepting reality is the only way to live in the present

    #pregnancy #loss #abortion #miscarriage #mourning #acceptance #love #storyofloss #hurt #heartbreak #sad #sadstory #sadpost #learning #greif #hurts #unfair #cruelworld #lost #mystory #storyofmylife #trigger #triggerwaring #accept #livelife #lovelife #loveourchildren #nohate #benice #imsad

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    Trigger warning bellow, ft pregnancy and miscarriage

    Read the story bellow

    ©brokengypsysoul

  • bandile 15w

    Mrs. Meyer

    Too much sorrow to comprehend.
    I find myself asking when will be the end?
    Hear this..Your cheerful spirit is what everyone will miss .
    Even when your body grew weak.
    Your joy was some how at its peak.
    You turned this affliction of slavery into a great act of bravery.
    Peace be with you.
    I will miss all your references to.. Winnie the Pooh.
    ©bandile

  • burried_thoughts 14w

    An ode to you, who won't come back

    It's been 7 years since you left....
    And i am grieving for your lose now after all these years;
    Everybody say that I am your favorite, alas I was able to realise it then
    Then I was a kido who wanted prove myself strong infront of all others, wearing a stone face and numbness to push away people.
    That day i was confused myself why am I not able to cry for your lose ?
    But today when i face the reality that you have left us and won't come back,
    Alas I grieve today, that I could have given you a little more than the prayers, a little more love......to bid you farewell !

    #grief #mourning #farewell #regret #funeral
    #goodbye #pain
    @miraquil @miraquilian @writersnetwork
    ©burried_thoughts

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    Alas I grieve today, that I could have given you a little more than the prayers, a little more love......to bid you farewell !

    ©burried_thoughts

  • suchismita13 16w

    Grief

    That night when I didn't sleep,
    anticipating that I could squeeze some more time to live .
    But then I thought to end that sleepless night
    Closed my eyes to dream a world of delight.

    Just then we heard a knock,
    It was hour before the daylight struck.
    We saw you were struggling  to breathe
    We tried to get help but didn't succeed.

    You were gone by now
    hardly did we realize that you will leave us alone.
    That day, standing on your grave ,
    Few cried and few pretend to be strong and brave.

    It was becoming unbearable not because that the day was rough
    But because the burden of your loss was fresh and tough.
    All of a sudden everything was irrelevant
    There was pause and silence which was different.

    We know , you are in a journey to live a new life
    Wish you are always happy and god give us strength to survive.
    Memories we made together will always be there
    At times it will make us happy and at times we would cry in despair .

    They say time is a healer it will heal us all,
    It gets better if not sooner but later.
    In that anticipation , we'll  thrive and survive.


    ©suchismita13

  • serenarose 17w

    Mourning

    The sun will rise
    Without regard
    To the lingering darkness-
    I hope someday to do the same
    ©serenarose

  • bushbaby 17w

    death of a loved one

    Your hands were cold
    Your eyes had drifted close,
    There were two of us,
    But I knew I was alone.

    I battled against numbness;
    Our memories too valuable for me to lose.
    I sent my happiness after you;
    You were free of needles, of pills,
    And stubbornly silent rooms.
    You stood beside me as I said goodbye,
    Lingering even as the saintly shroud signalled the end of the rites;
    But your face was that of a stranger,
    Hauntingly severe, and utterly indifferent to my cries.
    Even my senses turned against me;
    Testifying for wishes that never solidified.
    And I disowned my faith,
    Guilty of using it to feed on lies.

    Regret proved loyal:
    Fiercely guarding me from Sleep,
    Time who raced to the finish line when you remained with me,
    Slowed down, in an ironic show of pity.
    I investigated into your case,
    Desperate for inconsistencies in your love for me;
    For reality came with an unbearable ache,
    The reality that you could never be replaced.

    Time picked up his pace once again,
    I covered my ears and played blind,
    When he pointed to the road ahead;
    For I still clung to you,
    However stranger to me you grew.
    And although Time may continue on his course,
    Grief had become a friend,
    And Living had become a foe.

    ©bushbaby

  • kevinosullivan 21w

    Springtime for Dave

    Rusting lilacs, loosing scent as Memorial Day comes
    The golden pollen dust covers recently washed cars
    And from the air, echos concerts of songbirds singing
    Our house plants get moved out for porch sunning
    Life and death cycles where harmony surrounds us
    Still saddens our hearts when one close ceases to be
    Never to smell, see, hear or touch as we do today
    In mourning, with mortality alone I sit, thinking of you
    Rest easy Dave, your troubled soul will be missed

    ©kevinosullivan

  • samanthaharper 22w

    Lilacs 

                               
    I can smell it in the air, the warmth of summer mixing with spring. I smell that is so hard to explain. But it's a smell that reminds me of up. The way you'd smile and open all the windows saying how summer was on its way or how today would be like a summer's day. But with this weather brings another smell that brings warmth to my heart and years to my eyes. The smell of lilacs. For as long as I can remember you would always get excited over this time of year going for walks so you could feel the sun on your skin and stop by to smell the beautiful small purple flowers that you could smell a block away. You would always smile and say how you loved them and with a smile on my face I'd pick some so I'd see the look of happiness and love. The apartment would smell like lilacs for days and everyday you would smell them saying how much you loved them. And everytime you would look at me with such love and that smile that was so rare. That I couldn't help but smile back. The only thing I wanted was to see that smile on your face and feel you hug me tightly.  Now that you are no longer here the seasons are no longer the same and don't hold the same joy. But I opened the windows and the familiar smell blew in filling the room with a feeling of comfort as I saw a memory of you at the table drinking your coffee and smiling as you looked out the window. So though it was painful it also brought me comfort. And as I walked outside I stopped as tears ran down my eyes as I could smell lilacs stronger than I ever had. And I feel that it was you. Now I have liacs in my room and everytime I'm hit with their fragrance I'm reminded of you. And with tears in my eyes I smile because they remind so much of you. 

    And I know you are letting me know that you are still here.

    I love you mom.
    ©samanthaharper

  • sushmithasdas 22w

    Death

    A sacred river,
    with thousand lifeless bodies on its bed,
    mourn over the lost sons of the soil.
    Far away in the heartland,
    fire rages,
    dancing on pyres,
    while every soul awaits salvation.


    Oh, the pawns in the game of power,
    tainted by crimson murder,
    hear the creeping echoes of silence,
    for once, see through the false mirror.
    The ravens are here,
    calling the curse of war.
    ©sushmithasdas

  • pallavi4 26w

    Polaroid

    It was several decades ago
    Since he was last here
    Even now he felt the same nervousness
    And anxiety filled with latent fear

    This was where she lived
    He hadn’t seen her in a very long time
    His palms were all sweaty
    His throat slowly filled with bile

    The town reminded him of her
    Her subtle presence was everywhere
    In the rustle of the autumn leaves
    Even in the beguiling scent of the air

    He’d carried a polaroid picture of her
    Around in his wallet for several decades
    Thankful to have something of her with him
    To keep her in his mind - a helpful aid

    Now that he was to meet her
    He was both edgy and elated
    He approached her wooden gate and thought
    To be together they’d always been fated

    The door opened when he rang the bell
    It was strangely silent outside
    When he asked for her, he was told
    It had been two days since she died

    Not sure if it was the chill in the wind
    Or the one inside his broken heart
    Instead of her, he was shown her grave
    Forever she had depart

    He sat by her grave and wept
    Tears of love, longing and pain
    He had remained unwed all these years
    For him there wouldn’t be another ever again

    @pallavi4

    21st of April, 2021

    Pic credit: Pinterest, picture credited to its rightful owner

    Reposted from 25th of December, 2020

    #polaroidc #polaroid #writersbay @writersbay #stories_in_poems #sad_poems #death #mourning #grave @writersnetwork #writerstolli #writersnetwork #mirakee #mirakeeworld #readwriteunite #thepoetrycommunity #poetry #pod #writerscommunity @mirakee

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  • rose_quill 26w

    Writing Exercise #7

    We all hope that when we die there will be people who are sad we are gone. We hope that there will be flowers around our coffin and many people saying nice things about us even though we are no longer there to hear it.
    Unfortunately, that is not always the case.
    Sometimes, people die with no one to mourn them. Sometimes there are no friends or relatives to send flowers or say nice things at your funeral.
    That's why I became a professional mourner.
    Not because of the money. Not because I enjoy lying.
    I just feel that everyone at the end of their life should have someone to cry for them. Like I hope someday someone will do for me.
    ©rose_quill

  • restless_nib 29w

    In losing my life partner I lost not only my husband, but my best friend, my soul mate, my co parent and my champion.
    It isn’t easy to let go and for months and even now more than 5 years since he passed, I feel his presence. This poem written a few months after he passed was my way of coping by expressing how I felt.
    #grief #loss #mourning #moving-forward #love #coping

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    My Phantom Husband

    I see the word ‘Widowed’ on a form
    Doesn't seem to apply to me though
    Am I still not your wife?

    I know I am sane
    For I work, I parent, I meet friends
    But that feeling you're still with me

    Is it madness
    Is it my version of grief
    Like a severed limb you linger on

    They may call me mad
    If I tell them I still feel you
    On the other side of our bed

    I wonder if I am mad
    When my projection of you
    Talks to my own mind voice

    I reach out for your lycra-clad being
    Walking across my bed as I wake up
    How was your ride today?

    I read a political headline
    I ask you did you see this
    You answer, not here but in my head

    When she does something, our little girl,
    I look to where you should be standing
    And I know you're smiling that smile

    When I do something stupid
    It is your voice that chides me
    Asking me questions I can’t answer

    I sit at a function and I swear
    I know what you're wearing as you sit next to me
    Your chuckle, your shouts to friends, I hear you

    Over13 years, I gave you a piece of me
    And a part of you seems fused in my brain
    Removing the physical you, doesn't change that

    Someone asks, are you able to move on
    How do I answer honestly
    I am moving forward yes, but moving on?

    They who comfort me
    Only know you are dead
    Not that you linger for me

    Denial or coping? This sense of you
    Forced to leave, you somehow remain
    Forever with me, my phantom husband


    ©restless_nib

  • cataclysmic 33w

    Zindagi

    Kya aisa nahi ho sakta
    Soyi rahu
    Uthu hi na
    Dard boht hai ae zindagi
    Maut ab pyari lagti hai
    Mushkil hai tujhse nipatna
    ©cataclysmic

  • lefthandblessed 37w

    Then, as the moon rose, you graced us with your midnight touch
    The love you've given; forever unmatched, beyond eternity

    And now, as the moon sets, you leave us in love; never too much
    May you find your rest among those midnight stars - our sweet Serenity

    ©lefthandblessed

  • sica89 38w

    51-21@#"Libra" ��RIP Dad You Are So Missed...
    I can't find the words I want to use... #wordscrambled #lost #confused #MOURNING

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    Dad

    Dad, I did not expect you to leave so soon.
    It was, however, just mid-afternoon.
    We were not prepared for your sudden departure. I hope that you know you were the absolute best Father. I know that I put you through so much, and I'm so sorry for ever trying to use a crutch. I wish that I could have shown you that I was trying to be better; not just as a Daughter, or a Sister, or a Mother; but as a Person, as a Human, as Me. I am going to continue to be better. However, that is not the only purpose of my letter. I am always going to be here for your Wife, I promise you that with my life. She is however, my Mom.. As complications go, it could go on and on, but well I gotta try to figure life out as it is now... Been trying to do that for a while now... BAH... Okay Goodluck fuck twenty-twenty and so far fuck twenty - twenty-one
    #RIPDADMR51-21
    To be continued...
    ©sica89

  • joybirdpoetry 72w

    The Mourning Room

    She sits and studies the barely there stain on the wall,
    just a shade darker than the duck egg blue that had been
    selected after such agonising indecision
    anxiety hammering against her ribcage
    as she applied its harmony blue hue to the tongue and groove
    that seemed to mock her in vertical pantomime laughter.
    She wishes she had taken heed of their cautionary parody,
    now paid the penalty (had known it was inevitable),
    recounting the thud of her head against the boards
    not unlike the thump that is made when the kids toss
    in restless slumber and kick the wall.
    And now this badge of dishonour left behind to remind of her
    of how wrong the tint had been, stupid woman.
    Would any colour have been right?
    Her fingers tap an involuntary SOS on the tabletop,
    where her third child had been unwillingly conceived
    upon its cold hard marble surface
    only to be knocked out of her and carried away
    to the floor on which it stood.
    Crimsy posy patterns against porcelain Italian tiles,
    departed before it had barely begun
    its tiny embryonic heartbeat grieved for just the same.
    She draws in deeply on her cigarette,
    serpentine swirls of smoke reaching upwards
    to the pendant light emitting its soft radiant glow
    trying to deceive her into thinking that this contemporary room
    with its granite benchtops and stainless steel affluence
    was the model family kitchen.
    Of wafting biscuits baking and children’s animated chatter
    and not as she knew it to really be.
    This room of two minute pleasure and decade long pain.
    Her gaze fixated on the stain.

    Joy
    ©joybirdpoetry