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POEM STARTER

Inspired by Jewelie Rain

Write a poem that transitions through two or more of the seven stages of grief: denial, bargaining, anger, depression, loss of self, reflection, and acceptance.

Nothing

I feel nothing.

My lips are numb,

My tongue forgotten of words.

Silence plagues my ears

As chills shake my core.

I am no one.


As the grief swallows me,

I try to deny the pain.

Yet the salty stain of tears

Remind me once again

That something is missing.


Not only did you leave me,

But you took some of me with you.

I’ve lost myself,

Even if I’m denying the truth....

Grief

It never happened it never will

Why would you say these vile things

And expect me to believe you

Why would you let these words exit your mouth

When you know they are not true

What did they do to you?

To convince you to falsify

Why would you fib

When the truth is much easier


It couldn’t be true could it

It could all be a dream

A scheme made by politics

A power trip over confidence

I told you t...

Last to Know

Sunday afternoon

Time to return

Class starts tomorrow

Lots to do


Driving

Dancing

Turning

Singing


Ringing

Wondering

Coincidence?


Pit stop

Travel center


“We’ll meet you there.”

“Why? But okay.”


Plaid shirt. Batman.

Together, at this hour?

She said you were working.

Frowns. NOT HAPPY.



“I must apologize.”

_ ...

Grief

I denied every thing

I was bargaining with myself

I was angry at the world

And then got into depressing health


I feel I had a loss of self



I feel I could see the reflection



And finally I accepted it


But there was one more thing

One thing that helped

Through these stages


Revenge...

Grieving

She cant be gone,

Not yet, it’s not true.

Not when I see her everywhere

Sitting in her favorite chair.

Standing in the garden, Wind in her hair.

Though now her chair is nowhere to be found.

The silence in her room profound.

A fog of loneliness settles in,

As I walk through all the places shes been



She isnt gone yet

Dont lie to me

Not when I still feel her next to me

In every single thing I do,

I...

The Sixth Stage Of Grief

Loosing everything

Loosing your mind

Losing nothing

Yet losing time

Anger


Anger wishing it wouldn’t

But why shouldn’t

You tried but you couldn’t

Aargh can’t rhyme the forth line!


Depression


Depressed day and night

Fighting a mental fight

Hurting yourself,letting you starve

Trying to forget what pain have carved


Loss of self




Losing yourself,losing grip

Don’t know who yo...

Anticipatory Grief

(Depression, denial, reflection).


I am struck that every moment I spend with her can spontaneously be the last,

that this may be her last laugh,

her last sunset smile,

before I am left without her marigold soul.

Dusk and dawn are warring with each other, each to consume the time I'm clinging to,

because soon I will be older,

and she will be older too.


How am I to cope with that?

Maternity...

Absence

When you died,

I didn’t feel sad, maybe indifferent?

There was this child ignorance

of the permanence of death


You drifted out of my life

trying to get better

It never worked


I thought it was like that


It wasn’t.


I didn’t grieve you

not in the traditional sense


I grieved through other people

I saw your absence through the tears

of my mom

of my grandparents

of my aunts and uncles


As time ...

The Wings Of A Butterfly

The wings of a butterfly

Lay crumpled at my feet

My heart begs to live

But I won’t let it beat


Because somewhere in this endless world

Somewhere your body lays

And until I get to bury you

I will keep digging that grave


So fly me away on your wings of ivory

Don’t leave me to this earth

With pulseless, ruined body

And a soul drained of mirth


If only I could have something of you

To hear your voi...

Dust To Dust

They say that dust is largely human detritus

A buildup of the wake of microscopic entropy

Trailing behind each one of us.


Regardless of decomposition, of further entropic breakdown

Some of these little pieces and some even smaller

Have surely settled into the places you’ve been-

Or have been borne up on the currents of the wind, fated to circle the earth until the sun explodes.

In both cases...