#grief poetry

[lovely-abeille]

glass, irony and good, anne carson // margaret atwood // enough, suzanne buffam // linnea paskow // in conversation: kathleen turner, david marchese // haunted womanhood, heather havrilesky // where to begin, sue zhao // the stream of life, clarice lisepector

[bebs-art-gallery]

Anguish | The Orphan. A Memory of Auvergne

— by August Friedrich Schenk

[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

[darkpoetrynprose]

“Grief, I’ve learned, is really just love. It’s all the love you want to give, but cannot. All that unspent love gathers up in the corners of your eyes, the lump in your throat, and in that hollow part of your chest. Grief is just love with no place to go.”

― Jamie Anderson

[missnarcissistsworld]

Is there another life? Shall I awake and find all this a dream? There must be, we cannot be created for this sort of suffering.

- John Keats

[jessicaherrerawrites]

[bl00dfroma-fairy]

[samxcamargo]

Book: The Pain of Healing by Samantha Camargo on amazon 💛

[lithium-poet]

unknown // instagram, geloy concepcion // unknown // in the event this doesn't fall apart, shannon lee barry // oh earth we're briefly gorgeous, ocean vuong // instagram, geloy concepcion // riko (aribachi) // a grief observed, c.s.lewis // jamie anderson // @sarakleign // macbeth, william shakespeare // unknown // bright dead things, ada limòn // would've could've should've, taylor swift // dark paradise, lana del rey // haunted, dean gioia // fourth of july, sufjan stevens // perfumebathing // unknown // growing around grief, lois tonkin

𝓁𝑜𝓋𝑒, 𝒶𝓇𝒶𝒷𝑒𝓁𝓁𝒶

[s0larize]

[litarnes]

Long distance grief

[nmolesofadrenaline]

[letgoofthatego]

i want to go home

[darkpoetrynprose]

“There is an ocean of silence between us… and I am drowning in it.”

― Ranata Suzuki

[lttledog]

Preface to Grief Lessons by Euripides, translated by Anne Carson.

[maeswrites]

may god be more merciful than the man he created.

mae s // i don't pray often, but when i do, my prayer is this.