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Popular Loss Poems

The hour of the last goodbye (Making your peace).

by Sharon Morgan

How careful is the craft of conscience?
Which wields the sword of sorry,
That strikes the heels of discord,
And visits the home of the elusive.
Healing the rifts of former days
Respect is now paid,
As healing is sought
And time is bought.
Now, a conscience at ease
Grudges now cease.

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Michael: A Pastoral Poem

by William Wordsworth

If from the public way you turn your steps
Up the tumultuous brook of Greenhead Ghyll,
You will suppose that with an upright path
Your feet must struggle; in such bold ascent
The pastoral mountains front you, face to face.
But, courage! for around that boisterous brook
The mountains have all opened out themselves,
And made a hidden valley of their own.
No habitation can be seen; but they
Who journey thither find themselves alone

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Care Conference

by Scott Biggerstaff

I’m sorry
we attacked with words –
‘hemorrhage’ and ‘coagulopathy’ –
when you, leaning on the bed rail
bearing up under the weight of losing her,
asked what happened.

I wish I had the courage to
tell you plainly.

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my home

by Mackenzie Bilz

A river without fish.
A mountain missing its goats.
A desert without cacti.
A forest missing its frogs.

A street without bugs.
A garden with only one flower.
A house without people.
A park with only one swing.

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"The echo of a forgotten name."

by Dylan Wu Rong

The damp air around me smell infuriating,
metallic like the roscoe in my palms,
imprinting every edge and crease,
like a tattoo, but straight to my brain.
Its pathetic- I realize as I see myself,
selfishly wallowing in the sorrow,
jealous of the joy the rest hold close,
am I deserving of the self-pity?
The wind howls out to the seven nations,
resonating painfully clear- those battle cries,

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Recent Loss Poems

Another Doctor, Another Revolving Door

by Darris van-Hoxen

What’s the point
if I told you a you
was elsewhere—
not quite you,
not quite I,
just remnants
of someone else.

And with another brain—
not my own—

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ये दिल ही ना बदला (Ye Dil Hi Na Badla)

by Christine Kuruvilla

Hakikat yahi thi ki ye dil hi na badla,
Kabhi kise ko bhi pyaar de diya,
Dukh dard ko apna liya,
Chup chaap sab ke liye hass liya.

De diya hai ab sab kuch,
Na jaane us paar kiski intezaar.
Par maut se darta nahi ye dil,
Kyunki mar chuka hai hum kai baar,
Unpe hua hai ye dil beqarar.

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She died

by Dina Shehada

Everything about her is so special
You touch her hand and feel it's cold
As if it was a metal
Asking the lord
Please make her feel better
Those stunning eyes
Their gorgeous color
Look at them and feel her magic power
Let your hand run through her hair
You will know how it feels to touch the rainbow rain

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my home

by Mackenzie Bilz

All the things

by Daniel Ryan Cotler

I miss all the things.
the before things.
the untouched things.
the innocent things
that had no reason to fear the dark.

i miss the way i used to wake up
not scanning for danger
before my feet even hit the floor.
i miss how silence

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