Mourning Poems
elegy to my neighborhood hero
by Sarah A
i woke up in a haze
a fog foreshadowing
a reunion
with the unexplainable
unescapable
unclear
nature of life
i sailed my bike in the storm
screamed in terror and delight
hoping to outrun my demons
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by D.E. Shannon
Statues weep sky
Moss crowned
Rough gloved
Watch her
Knees dampened
Head bowed to weathered rock
Water whispering against neck
Veined hands crave mud
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In Mourning
by Jamie B
You are dead to me
And I don’t mean that as an insult or as a stab at you but I feel as if the Michael I knew and cared for died in that moment.
I am in mourning of my lover.
Thinking of seeing you now repulses me, the thought of your very touch makes me quiver.
I can never forgive you for this, not because I won’t but because I can’t.
You’ve brought me to my lowest low in a time where I need all the support and courage and confidence and strength I can muster.
You are dead to me.
A whole new feeling to the phrase filled with sorrow.
I will never not feel this empty sharp pit or this hot furious pounding pulsating from my ears when I hear that phrase being used.
Shame on you.
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elegy to my neighborhood hero
by Sarah A
i woke up in a haze
a fog foreshadowing
a reunion
with the unexplainable
unescapable
unclear
nature of life
i sailed my bike in the storm
screamed in terror and delight
hoping to outrun my demons
......
Mourner
by D.E. Shannon
Statues weep sky
Moss crowned
Rough gloved
Watch her
Knees dampened
Head bowed to weathered rock
Water whispering against neck
Veined hands crave mud
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Had he known...
by Graham Ereks
It was very early in the morning,
I can recall, not without mourning.
The roads were soaked; the cloud pregnant--
The gnats in all facades, the water was stagnant.
Full of ecstasy, he descended from the bed,
No doubt the night before he was well-fed.
How full of life he always was, not until then;
He was ravaged like a prey in a lion's den.
Had he known, He'd have have been stationary,
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Lovers Lost
by Jeffrey Pipes Guice
Les Amoureux Perdus
Mesdames en deuil ...
Les amoureux perdus ...
Changer des vies pour toujours ...
Un coût incommensurable ...
Plans brisés ...
Plus de rêves ...
Alors que les amoureux nous quittent ...
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In Mourning
by Jamie B
You are dead to me
And I don’t mean that as an insult or as a stab at you but I feel as if the Michael I knew and cared for died in that moment.
I am in mourning of my lover.
Thinking of seeing you now repulses me, the thought of your very touch makes me quiver.
I can never forgive you for this, not because I won’t but because I can’t.
You’ve brought me to my lowest low in a time where I need all the support and courage and confidence and strength I can muster.
You are dead to me.
A whole new feeling to the phrase filled with sorrow.
I will never not feel this empty sharp pit or this hot furious pounding pulsating from my ears when I hear that phrase being used.
Shame on you.
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