#grief poem

[fairydrowning]

Grief is the only proof that I love and I love well. Love and grief are actually intertwined with each other and as "Akif Kichloo" once wrote, "the opposite of grief is not laughter or happiness or joy. It is love. It is love. It is love."

[krystalkoldstone]

Grief is love’s souvenir. It’s our proof that we once loved. Grief is the receipt we wave in the air that says to the world: Look! Love was once mine. I love well. Here is my proof I paid the price.

— Glennon Doyle Melton, Love Warrior

[lunchboxpoems]

LUCILLE CLIFTON

[imfullofworms]

There exists an original of this poem that I might share some day <3 but for now it seemed meaningless against the above

[samxcamargo]

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[nmolesofadrenaline]

[stantheanomaly]

Last night I cried myself to sleep, because it ached. To be alive.

- Suvrahadip Ghosh, The Ache Called Life

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[thedumbbrunette0-0]

Okay… so we all love “The Two-Headed Calf” by Laura Gilpin, but here are some of her other poems that I think deserve some recognition

[letterstomonkey]

Grief is a leaky faucet and a forged signature; The pipes froze over and you forgot to Call your mom back, and that was three days ago. Grief is addictive, Residual and graceless; I grieve in place of a Painted-by-hand Ceramic, potted plant. Grief is visceral itching A scabbing tattoo Sunday at 6pm Tumbleweeds in the pantry and my bedroom is sick of me; Grief is opening the blinds for the first time at 6pm Because it is better to start the day Dripping faucet and all, when the alternative is keeled over in a parking lot. Grief is a feeling, or a meaning a meal, a money order, a missing sock or a tearful walk- But I can grieve you in rooms I haven't stepped in yet, But I can grieve you in brush strokes on a blank page, But I can grieve you in how I cough up smoke. Grief is regret. Grieving you, like gawking at a full moon only to discover it was yesterday, so now what will you find in the sky to celebrate? Grief is the last time we looked at the moon at the same time, never knowing it, Grief is a leaky faucet.

[mysterieuxclairdelune]

[Sarah Dessen, The Truth About forever/ Suzanne Finnamore, Split: A Memoir of Divorce/ Melina Marchetta, The Piper's Son/ Meghan O'Rourke, The Long Goodbye/ C.S. Lewis, A Grief Observed/ Jandy Nelson, The Sky Is Everywhere/Cassandra Clare, Clockwork Prince (The Infernal Devices, #2)/ Fredrik Backman, The Deal of Lifetime/ C.S. Lewis, A Grief Observed/ Alexandra Fuller, Cocktail Hour Under the Tree of Forgetfulness]

[mimimurmurs]

i will build a life i don’t have to escape from.

[fairydrowning]

-Heidi Priebe, As Long As There Is Love, There Will Be Grief

[TEXT ID: The grief of time passing, of life moving on half-finished, of empty spaces that were once bursting with the laughter and energy of people we loved. As long as there is love there will be grief because grief is love's natural continuation. It shows up in the aisles of stores we once frequented, in the whiff of cologne we get two years after they've been gone. Grief is a giant neon sign, protruding through everything, pointing everywhere, broadcasting loudly, "LOVE WAS HERE". In the finer print, quietly, "LOVE STILL IS". END ID]

[greyaugustuspoetry]

I wish I saved your number

And all of our texts

I wish I took more photos of us

So then I couldn’t forget

I wish I had called you

The night before you died

But I didn’t do any of this

So how will I survive?

-Grey Augustus

[lunchboxpoems]

REFUSAL TO MOURN

In lieu of flowers, send him back.

ANDREA COHEN

[imfullofworms]

It's not often, but

I sometimes wish

to go back to my youth; maybe six, when Nana

would collect me from school and make

chip sandwiches.

I miss

asking her about things

that seemed important—

like why do birds nest in trees and

why is the Sun yellow. I'm still not sure about

either, but I am no longer

able to ask.

by me

[samxcamargo]

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