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Profound Grief

Your profound grief over a death
Is an indicator of your guilt
That you failed in due love for the one
Or that the process is incomplete.

poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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I Complete With You

i am incomplete without you
i am incomplete without your smiles
i am incomplete without your love
i am incomplete without your felling
i am incomplete without your teaching
i am incomplete without your touching
i am incomplete without your soul
i am incomplete without your dreams
i am incomplete without your body
i am incomplete without your happiness
i am incomplete without your heart
i am incomplete without your bed
i am incomplete without your tonight
i am incomplete without your sorrow and sadness

poem by Khushi throne
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My Profound Grief

My profound grief will not set me free
from it's grasp on my intellect
my imagination plays unabandonly
flashing scenerios
having conversations
clever arguements
twisted manipulations.
grief.
this
profound grief.

poem by Diane Perez
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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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Disingenuousness

Here lies another box for nature,
Carbon ready;
Black to eyes down here,
Where death is at its job.

Up there you’ll hear a rhythmic sob
Or two from living yet-to-dies –
A humming lacrimoso –
It all but cleans the eyes:

Forget it –
The dismal show of grief –
Life is only chemistry –
Our stay is only brief.
It’s we who hype it up!

Diaphragms jerk again;
The jet monotone of hearses
Feeds the disingenuousness
Of undertakers –
They seem to stare at something up ahead –
For them, it’s in the blood,
To taxi off the dead.

The March of Death

Death death death death death death death death death death death

poem by Mark R Slaughter
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In Grief

When death came to a woman who leapt from a bridge,
Her husband leapt into grief, and was surprised by her act;
“Help me sleep! ” he cried, “Help me overcome this grief! ”

The death of a woman was a tragic affair, a surprise for all of us;
Death occurred for a reason, death managed a grasp,
Sleep was the ultimate action to make so as to overcome her death.

She had lapses of strength, no one can deny this,
But strong women should be better than the acts of cruelty
On the soul possessed, on the body possessed.

Sleep arrived as if crossing a bridge, the bridge of unconsciousness,
In this period of dreams, he dreamt of a woman so powerful,
Not an angel but a polite female, a profound wife so alive in heaven.

poem by Naveed Akram
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Jeane

Jeane
The low-life has lost its appeal
And i'm tired of walking these streets
To a room with its cupboards bare
Jeane
I'm not sure what happiness means
But i look in your eyes
And i know
Oh ...
That it isn't there
Oh, we tried, and we failed
Oh, we tried, and we failed
We tried and we failed
We tried and we failed
We tried
Oh, jeane
There's ice on the sink where we bathe
So how can you call this a home
When you know it's a grave ?
Yet you still have that greedy grace
As you tidy the place
But it will never be clean
Jeane
We tried and we failed
We tried, and we failed
We tried and we failed
We tried and we failed
And we tried
Oh ...
Cash on the nail
It's just a fairytale
Oh ...
And i don't believe in magic anymore
Jeane
But i think you know
I really think you know
Oh ...
Oh yes, i think you know the truth
Jeane
Oh ...
No heavenly choirs
Not for me and not for you
Because i think you know
I really think you know
Oh ...
I think you know the truth
Oh, jeane
We tried, and we failed
We tried, and we failed
We tried and we failed
We tried and we failed
We tried

song performed by by Smiths
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Unknown Grief

Unknown Grief
Mark Kelly Wassenaar (AKA Wazzy)

You never expect to know the word grief
Until it comes to you
It comes in, like a thief
Then you take a critical review

Who really knows what grief is
It could be you, or me, or your teddy bear
If only we could see his
Come with me, I’ll give you a dare

All I ask is that you’ll see
What grief does to you and me
Maybe at the end we’ll all agree
That it need not be all for thee

Have you seen death of one or more
Have they been of love or worse
Does it cause a whole body war
Does it put you in a hearse

If all these apply to you
Maybe you know what grief may be
All this time you withdrew
It makes you feel like abductees

If you like, you may join my cause
Get together with your bands
To end all grief within our paws
To clear our enemy from our hands

poem by Mark Wazzy
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For those in mind

Death

is too late for grief.

If we had celebrated their living

knowing that grief would surely come

then grief would have a place;

death

is too late for grief.

poem by Michael Shepherd
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My Ever Profound Inspiration

My Ever Profound Inspiration
Is a fortress in my romantic garden
With rounded eyes filled with rage
And a heart that never harden

I don't know him personally
He doesn't know me as well
But he is My Ever Profound Inspiration
The man to whom I fell

My Ever Profound Inspiration
Is my every day morning dew
He is the bitterest nightmare
My sweetest dream that won't come true

He'd been my only one
All throughout these years
My Ever Profound Inspiration
Had bring me lots of tears

My Ever Profound Inspiration
Is now lost in nowhere
I don't know where he is
And this is hard to bear

I know someday we'll meet again
Perhaps he can already give me affection
Be his woman, his bride
His Ever Profound Inspiration

poem by Pink Butterfly
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Grief is a normal and natural response to loss. It is originally an unlearned feeling process. Keeping grief inside increases your pain.

quote by Anne Grant
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Two Way Guilt

A lone and empty shell.
We both turned it to this ghostly hell.
You drove at me I drove it back.
Two way guilt in this attack.
Don't shirk what you know is plain and true.
Half the responsibility lays on you.
Yet still you push and try to kill,
the love we shared the electric feel.
Two way guilt it's over and done.

I take my blame I am ashamed.
I love you still though I 'll hide it through.
Showing others far more love than I was ever able to show you.
If only you'd listened right from me,
this two way guilt would not be.

So go have your thing and live in misery.
I know you are because you've said to me.
I hope one day soon you'll see it too.
Two way guilt did us through.

poem by Michael McParland
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What old sadness can I let go of by sharing it today

How can we measure the grief we feel and and how we could put up with it. Doesn't the grief of death weight a ton or more. Doesn't it strenth out to a month a year or still longer. Is the grief of failture lighter then then the grief of empyness. Wheather we try to ingore or make light of it our grief like a ton of feathers or a ton of rocks is all the same to us. This much is sure if we lock our grief it will weight more on us. Andlengthen out if we open our hearts with weeping and words others will help carry it away. written and Posted 1/1/10

poem by Susie Sunshine
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Emotional Scavenger

And now in the cold light of day,
Grief casts her shadows long,
and grey
Draining warmth & blinding me
To the glorious hope
Of day;
Grief would steal my soul and hide it
In blackness,
Whispering reminders
Of pain,
And loss,
And death…
Mocking hope's insistence,
Spurning love's comfort;
Grief watches,
Expectant, she waits…
Grief, scavenger of emotions,
Is ever hopeful.

poem by Jinge Norvall
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Dark Trinity

Said I to Pain: "You would not dare
Do ill to me."
Said Pain: "Poor fool! Why should I care
Whom you may be?
To clown and king alike I bring
My meed of bane;
Why should you shirk my chastening?"
Said Pain.

Said I to Grief: "No tears have I,
Go on your way."
Said Grief: "Why should I pass you by,
While others pay?
All men must know the way of woe,
From saint to thief,
And tears were meant to overflow,"
Said Grief.

Said I to Death: "From ail and fret
Grant me relief."
Said Death: "I know you are beset
By Pain and Grief.
But my good will you must await
Since human breath
To suffering is consecrate,"
Said Death.

Said I to God: "Pale Sister Grief,
Bleak Brother Pain,
Bedevil me beyond belief,
And Death's unfain . . ."
Said God: "Curse not that blessed Three,
Poor human clod!
Have faith! Believe the One with Me,"
Said God.

poem by Robert William Service
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You Mean Everything To Me

I find it difficult to move on
I tried but I failed
I start to suspect
The love you gaved to me was the best

You are the girl I respect
M incomplete without your love
That's why I came back
To ask for second chance

Believe me i'll make up to me
To comfort you
Spending my life without you
Is like spending a day without sun

We were meant for each other
Darling please come back to my heart
I still need you
Since you're gone life is so complicated
Still need you in my life

poem by Ben Majola
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Hubby Asks Me

Hubby asks me:
Do you love me
More than your
Poetry?

It's a difficult
Question to
Answer…
You see.

It's like
Asking me
If I love
My bosom
More than
My yoni.

The fact is,
I would feel
Incomplete
Without -
Either of
Them.

Both of them
Complete me
As a woman.

It's the same
For my hubby,
And my poetry.
Both of them -
Consummate me.

I would feel
Incomplete -
If any of them
Leave me,
For I love them
Both, immensely.

(Poem themed on Love)

poem by Aparna Chatterjee
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Fulfilment

Was there love once? I have forgotten her.
Was there grief once? Grief yet is mine.
Other loves I have, men rough, but men who stir
More grief, more joy, than love of thee and thine.

Faces cheerful, full of whimsical mirth,
Lined by the wind, burned by the sun;
Bodies enraptured by the abounding earth,
As whose children we are brethern: one.

And any moment may descend hot death
To shatter limbs! Pulp, tear, blast
Belovèd soldiers who love rough life and breath
Not less for dying faithful to the last.

O the fading eyes, the grimed face turned bony,
Oped mouth gushing, fallen head,
Lessening pressure of a hand, shrunk, clammed and stony!
O sudden spasm, release of the dead!

Was there love once? I have forgotten her.
Was there grief once? Grief yet is mine.
O loved, living, dying, heroic soldier,
All, all my joy, my grief, my love, are thine.

poem by Robert Nichols
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Truly Incomplete

Search for you I do
I know you are present, however you refuse
Deny, you do love
Love of mine seems to have left no impression on you
My feelings only hold you as my love
Even though you clearly expressed that our past needs to be erased.
You are so wrong
Misunderstood you have me and my love
Now it feels that as if it was so easy for you to forget me?
Suddenly, my love has forgotten me
How can she do that to me?
I gave her my all
Everything I gave completely
However, at the end I still remain incomplete
Truly incomplete, I do remain
Seems as if life is hell
World has died, search I do for you.

poem by Rohit Sapra
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This Process

This process.
As difficult as it is,
Gives an ease that seems to flow.
There is a representation that creates an image.
And that picture painted,
Allows what is in one mind to another show.

This process can also deliver emotions as well.
And the skill of it,
Can bring hardened eyes to soften with tears.

This process can even produce a fear.
With a rushing done by someone stunned,
To run from room to room...
With the turning on of every light,
With something firmly tight held near.

This process can invite those feelings of love.
And melt a cold shoulder.
Or...
Even heat a flame under burning sheets.

This process can also get extremely tired.
With a nodding of a process,
That introduces...
Sleep!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Death and I

When death comes
I’ll need not love –
Consumed,
No wreath or dove
Could offer me salvation,
Not when I’m no more.

A weathered stone will bear my name –
Identity of once a being
Living out existence in
A world of risk, and never seeing
Sense of why we’re here.

My genes will die away thro’ child –
Hue of eyes and hair, the way of thought,
Will quickly dim with generation –
Bow to future dominance –
Memories of provenance
Resigned to curious few.

When death comes
I’ll need not grace
Below; no grieving face
Will call my resurrection,
Not when I’m at ground –

Death and I so bound.

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