Grief can't be shared. Everyone carries it alone, his own burdens, his own way.
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Grief can't be shared. Everyone carries it alone. His own burden in his own way.
quote by Anne Morrow Lindbergh
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Hope in Heaven's Day
Grief be mine, I ask you so,
If not for you, I wouldn't know,
How life once was and then be still,
How so precious, that death do steal.
Because that grief, won't go away,
Learn to let it have its way.
The link to love, a precious one,
Is met with grief and still not done.
The days do come, and nights do go,
Grief will stay as time is so.
And so a loved one passes on,
And grief comes in and carries on.
Does grief get better, I will ask,
It's hard to say, while at its task.
There is grief to help us cope,
There is God to give us hope.
Grief will surely go away,
On that glorious heaven's day.
But while its here, there's just one thing,
Pray our Lord, for peace he'll bring.
poem by Arlene Dery
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I believe in burdens,
I believe in burdens,
I believe in burdens that are changing,
I believe in redemption that was not fighting these burdens speedily,
I believe in burdens that seem ending,
In reality they were not,
I believe that feigned verses were making from unfeigned verses,
Plant the corn,
Look at it with a scorn,
It is going the same with burdens,
I believe in burdens that will end,
I believe in burdens that are making,
All Truth is that Christ will conquer the burdens,
Truth is the Sword,
When Christ give's me the Swords,
I will see Him giving me Sword to conquer the Burdens.
poem by Maxpoet Beauty
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Grief shared is half grief; Joy shared is double joy.
Weight of the Wind
The wind carries much more than we see
It carries a lot of what makes you and me
The wind blows and carries lies
Around the world it carries cries
We don't hear nor see any of these things
We don't know or feel what the wind brings
The wind carries the wishes and dreams
The wind carries promises down streams
On it lays our secrets we hold inside
Also the love for others we try to hide
It carries so much oh how I wish to know
With all that weight how can the wind blow?
poem by Mathew Welch
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Companionship
shared happiness doubled
shared grief doubly relieved
poem by Indira Babbellapati
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Beyond the grief.
It seems as if we are stalled by our grief,
unable to move away from it – and I wonder
if we will ever get over the loss of you. In time
they say we will, that one day we will finally be free
of the sadness that burdens our hearts, and we will dance
in our remembrance, and there will be no more tears.
But if that's true, I must admit I will miss the tears
when there is an eventual easing of the grief.
I am not as eager to begin the dance
of life without you, for the world has lost its wonder
for me, some of its shine - and being free
seems awfully relative - I suppose just like time.
I can still so clearly recall the last time
we were all together - the tears
we shared, even laughter, when you were set free
of this earthly pain - and even in our grief,
we were filled with such wonder
as we witnessed the end of life's dance.
When I was a little boy you used to let me dance
on the top of your shoes, moving in time
to the music on the radio. Is it any wonder
that music, to this day, brings tears
of joy, mingled with the ever-present grief,
which still has not set me completely free.
I now realize there is a cost to love; it's not free -
for when you love, you buy a ticket to the dance
of life - which comes with joy and pain, celebration and grief.
And if you have lived a long enough time,
as I have, even when the loss brings never ending tears,
with a broken heart, it's worth all of the pain, and it's no wonder
people love so fiercely - so much so that they cease to wonder
about the why, when or where - and now I realize that I am free
to love, and to lose, which will bring with it many tears.
But each tear is worth it - and seems to make the dance
more authentic. In the end, I will measure my time
by how much of it was filled with love, and with grief.
No longer will I wonder whether or not I should dance,
I will just be free, stepping in and out of time,
wearing my tears like a badge of honor as I move beyond the grief.
poem by Mahfooz Ali
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Crying
he says he likes to cry when
everyone is asleep when no one hears his sound
of grief anymore
he wants to keep this grief alone
thinking that no one understands anyway
no one wants a sorrow that will be shared
or a grief to be feasted upon
sometimes he says he cries when he is bathing
under a cold shower to cool his eyes
to appease his heart and when he steps out
of the bathroom
when someone notices how red his eyes are
he tells them that his shampoo has caused it all
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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What Put Us Together In This
what put us together in the getting to know
and liking each other so well
are our common miseries
and as time would have it we exchange
stories of our failures and how we are able
to cope with each,
to our amazement we have shared the techniques
of sorrow
the art of sadness
the procedure for grief
the poems of lamentations
and the finishing plots for our novels of survival
we put the words so well
as others so well praised it
on that epilogue portion where we keep on thanking
each other
for the success of our failed endeavors
the irony, the paradox
of our mild existence
our solidifying persistence
the elasticity that has not been exceeded by the extreme
weights of our
burdens: to include those that we realized to be also
well, self-caused, self-inflicted
we love it: our blindness sometimes on some spots
where our Achilles' heels lie.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Peace Or Problems?
Aye, I have decided to throw away my burdens and troubles!
this I did today, I went to a voodoo man and said,
man, I want no more troubles and problems, so I want to exchange every thing that burdens me for sweet things! stated I.
What be thy need in exchange for this burdens and what be this burdens? he asked me.
This said I to him, wealth! I would rather be rich than burdened or troubled, give me one hundred billion pounds and take the law away from me, they are my burden! this said I to him.what would ye do? if thou were I? to many, the law be good, to many, the law be a problem, to me, they are become a problem, and I would rather be richly happy than burdened by the law, tought I.
poem by Overlord Don Manuel Ihcakeyno
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The Burden...
there are burdens
like sack filled with rocks
at our backs
we feel the weights
pulling us
to the holes of this earth
but those
who underestimated us
cannot see
we carry these burdens
silently
those that watch and humiliate us
shall never know
the wisdom we have
our sacrifices are invisible
our faces show nothing
but satisfaction
there are burdens
that make our lives worth living
in another hour.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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I Grieve
It was only one hour ago
It was all so different then
Theres nothing yet has really sunk in
Looks like it always did
This flesh and bone
Its just the way that you would tied in
Now theres no-one home
I grieve for you
You leave me
so hard to move on
Still loving whats gone
They say life carries on
Carries on and on and on and on
The news that truly shocks is the empty empty page
While the final rattle rocks its empty empty cage
And I cant handle this
I grieve for you
You leave me
Let it out and move on
Missing whats gone
They say life carries on
They say life carries on and on and on
Life carries on
In the people I meet
In everyone thats out on the street
In all the dogs and cats
In the flies and rats
In the rot and the rust
In the ashes and the dust
Life carries on and on and on and on
Life carries on and on and on
Its just the car that we ride in
A home we reside in
The face that we hide in
The way we are tied in
And life carries on and on and on and on
Life carries on and on and on
Did I dream this belief?
Or did I believe this dream?
Now I can find relief
I grieve
song performed by by Peter Gabriel
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Burdens Are Not Eased
Those burdens are not eased,
With an increase of intelligence.
There is a sense of responsibility,
One of wisdom can not resist.
Eyes that begin to open,
See more not less.
And the wider that they open...
Everything begins to connect.
Those burdens are not eased,
With an increase of intelligence.
There is a sense of responsibility,
One of wisdom can not resist.
Or,
Wish away something witnessed...
That a heart can not forget!
Those burdens are not eased,
With an increase of intelligence.
The mind just finds another way,
To have these burdens appear...
As if they don't exist!
With other burdens to carry,
Those not carrying them would not expect.
Or accept!
One can hear them whine,
About everything they reject.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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My Eshan, my son
He touches me
With the way he smiles
His laughter
Is my every joy
He carries the world
And the burdens
Of more than he should
But he is just a boy
If only there was a way
To bottle those smiles
Or put in a jar
His bubbling laughter
I would treasure each sound
Of joy from his lips
His every happiness is
My happily every after
My love for him
Knows no bounds
He has always been the one
Who makes me smile
With his cute little ways
And how he holds me tight
He is Eshan, he is my son
poem by Priya Patel
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Only God Knows How That Goes
You need not know,
What it is I am thinking.
You need not know.
You need not know
What keeps me from sinking.
You need not know.
You need not know,
The weight on my shoulders...
Or the burdens of my load.
Or where I go,
To unravel my sack...
Off my back.
Or what it takes to keep me on track.
My burdens lift with quick assistance.
Only God knows how that goes.
Only God knows that's a fact.
God and I both know I am grateful for that.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I am willing to admit that if the agriculturists are oppressed by peculiar burdens, they ought to be relieved from them, or be allowed a fair and just protection equivalent to all such peculiar burdens.
quote by Joseph Hume
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Burden Bearer
Shared Joy is double joy,
It keeps on multiplying.
Shared Sorrow is half a sorrow
In time will be decreasing.
Shared Hope is flaming hope
Ignites our inspiration
Shared prayer is sure answer
For God's our Burden Bearer.
poem by Cynthia Buhain-Baello
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Thy Burdens Are Greater Than Mine
Recorded by hank williams
Words and music by pee wee king and redd stewart
[c] travelin [g7] down a lonely high-[c] way
I knew not [f] where the road would [c] end
Not a [f] penny in my [c] pocket
All a-[g7] lone without a [c] friend
In a [g7] little country [c] village
I met a [f] man and he was [c] blind
As I [f] helped him cross the high-[c] way
Oh! [am] lord I cried his [c] burdens are [g7] greater than [c] mine.
I can [f] see the light of day
I [c] need not feel my way
Yes, thy burdens are [g7] greater than [c] mine.
Met a lad while on my travels
Tryin hard to play the game
Though his leg was very crippled
And he could not speak his name
Yet, he smiled in understandin
Though life to him had been unkind
And as I watched, I cried in sorrow
Oh! lord his burdens are greater than mine.
I can speak my name aloud
Make my way among the crowd
Yes, his burdens are greater than mine.
Just by chance I passed a graveyard
I saw a young man kneelin there
In his hand, there were some roses
On his lips, there was a prayer
On a stone, these words were written
your soul is gods, your memry mine
And as I watched, I cried in sorrow
Oh! lord I see his burdens are greater than mine.
song performed by by Hank Williams
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Our Prayer
our prayer is not to have
any burdens
ah, burdens are anywhere
for these
make us real men
our prayer is for us
to have wider shoulders
stronger arms
swift feet like mercurial
wings
so we can carry more
than the rest
of those who
are defeated.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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