#grief poems

[hadesjournal]

It hurts, it aches, it tears me apart and all i can do is scream at the sky, shake my fist and beat the ground, bargain with God and beg him to bring you back

~ 𝐻𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑠 𝑀𝑢𝑠𝑖𝑛𝑔

[gweniiez]

What Pet Loss is Like

pet loss is like a storm a storm that is inside ur heart a storm inside your head that never lets their hold of you sometimes things remind you of them like music or a smell Sometimes even looking at their toys

grief never goes away it will always be in your mind look at the moon or the sun tell them good morning tell them good night tell them about day or night and say i love you

[in-sane-like-me]

[imaginatorically]

You’re bloodstained from all the times 

I’ve used you to hurt me.

Bone-white and beautiful,

Brittle, bitten raw.

It was easier to pretend that you were the villain

Than accept that you were the knife in my hand.

I dragged your corpse through ravaged lands

No ground soft enough for a burial.

On the coldest nights, I cut you open

And crawled inside your skin.

I told myself it was only so I could stay alive 

Long enough to keep dragging.

And what little strength I had

Let me stand at the edge of a wasteland;

It let me walk across it with 

the burden and the bruise.

But it wasn’t enough to keep my broken hands batting

At the bare-bodied knowledge that I was the blight.

Frozen crystals cut their way out

Of the corners of my eyes.

On the darkest nights, I leaned your body against mine 

“It’s going to be okay, you’re going to be okay.”

You used to keep me warm.

“You used to keep me warm.”

Now I’m walking under trees, the sunlight flashing 

Red-black-red on the insides of my eyelids.

The violence has melted

Into thawed-out ground,

And I’m planting a flower for us.

I’m ready to start being alive again.

Wight, @imaginatorically 2023

[loveelizabeths]

love elizabeth s.

[fairydrowning]

– Noor Unnahar, Instagram account "noor_unnahar"

[TEXT ID: / [Lemons] / My father's mother loved lemons. Years after her passing, / we run out of everything, but never / lemons. / Nothing else shelters grief / better than memory. / It's my father way of saying, / even in your absence, you will be / cared by me. / END ID]

[hopelessvalentines]

[grendel-menz]

In the dark, the deer mistook my headlights for stars

[slondile]

I wish i loved myself enough to leave you.

[fromdarzaitoleeza]

Fyodor Dostoyevsky, The Gentle Spirit

[maybe-itsforthebest]

- j (x)

[two-bees-poetry]

this test of the mountain

[in-sane-like-me]

[sl8tersstuff]

I live my life in a constant state of grief of what I did, what I didn’t do, and what I can never do.

[loveelizabeths]

- 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚣𝚊𝚋𝚎𝚝𝚑 𝚜.

[mythoughttherapy]

“More love is found in grief than in love itself.”

—Lang Leav, September Love