#poems about losing people

[ohwaitwhatdamn]

Whoops.

Accidentally came across that fucking Kate Bush song.

God dammit Tracy. Fuck cancer.

I know you're here with me.

Preservance, Preservance written on a card with a red pen.

You always come to me in my dreams wearing the blue hoodie that somehow was as blue as your eyes.

When I see bees I am still terrified.

I think it's you flying around and reminding me we heal with time. The toxin leaves our body, and our skin covers the puncture.

I felt you when I was climbing up the steep hill to get to the other side of Nicholls Oval Park.

I heard a "woot" and wondered if you were an owl perched on a branch observing.

Reassurance that I am safe in this place.

Preservance. Preservance.

I hate using past tense to think about you.

[gingermintpepper]

So, now that Blood of Zeus has also been given its chance to tell the Demeter/Persephone story (and also, similarly, fundamentally misunderstood the themes of the Hymn to Demeter) can we finally, finally talk about Mother Love?

Because I can scream until I'm blue in the face about how modern, popular interpretations of the myth have become so focused on being 'empowering' to women by fixating on giving power to Persephone in her marriage with Hades and, in turn, disparaging Demeter, another woman, - the mother who grieves her lost daughter - that they've some how spun all the way around and gotten back to being misogynistic and reductive, but I feel like talking nebulously about the fact that it's Demeter and Persephone's story and not Hades and Persephone's story never gets the point across hard enough. So:

Anyone who was upset about Demeter's demonisation in Blood of Zeus S2? Read Mother Love. Anyone who is ever upset that retellings of the Homeric Hymn to Demeter constantly demonise, belittle, accuse and insult Demeter and her grief while making excuses to redeem and forgive her daughter's captor? Read Mother Love. Anyone who likes Hades and Persephone as a romantic tale but yearn for complexity outside of arbitrary romantic antagonists impeding the happiness of the couple? Read Mother Love!! Everyone who has even a passing interest in this tale whether it is for the romance, the mother-daughter connections, the themes of grief and loss and eventual comfort and compromise, the wrath of the mother transgressed, the justice that is served due to a mother's insistence in an unjust society, READ MOTHER LOVE!!!

Because it pains me that such a perfect retelling of Demeter and Persephone's story exists, that it focuses on the mother-daughter relationship by comparing it with the poet's own relationship with her mother and it is nearly obscure in the greek mythology community.

[jimmyspades]

let’s stay like this forever let’s just keep pretending

[twelvemonkeyswere]

The ultimate form of love is to see no difference between the self and the beloved.

—Emily Wilson's Introduction to The Iliad

[simmyfrobby]

Can we have a throwback to you manifesting Dubas onto the penguins because that had me on the floor

Dubas Shanahan breakup poem!!! What a time!! Also the fact that I found out from this text:

Anyway. Here's another Dubas poem for old times sake:

— Hesitate to Call, Louise Glück

[spookykestrel]

I get the whole not responding to messages things I get I understand it’s hard it’s not personal but also … you have to respond to messages to keep your friendships alive?? If you are long distance from a friend if you don’t see your friend often and you don’t initiate in any other way if you don’t call if you don’t send any sort of message then the least you can do is send a text or just respond to one of the ones you left on read ?? If you never put effort in then you lose the people you love and it’s hard and it’s scary and distractions and mental health all are factors but sometimes you have to sit down and say check in on your friends !

[3hobbitsinatrenchcoat]

I still think of you

Even though we haven't spoken in days

Months

Years

Even though I came back and you only exist in echos

Broken tumblr links and a single chapter of an unfinished fanfic

Accessible only via the wayback machine to prove it even existed at all

Old Skype chats: silent for years but preserved in ancient text files

Gifts with links that lead back to a near empty page

Blank and mocking tumblr blue

Stark white letters that just say

"Uh, who?"

I still think of you

But I no longer know your name

I hope you're still out there

[nenoname]

i know its probably because its on the website and is way more hidden than the other stuff but ahhh.... for the stan poem and the silas birchtree stuff to be talked about more...

[raining-anonymously]

kennings can be such a tender thing

they can also be kind of rude

[yellowheartz]

Tiktokers out there having the most wildest family lore out there while my family lore has all the sweetest and most beautiful poetic shit ever.

[caffeinatedopossum]

I wrote a poem

"This won't make you happy"

That's what people say when I confess

Well I know they think they're helping

But it doesn't ease my distress

This won't make me happy,

Don't you think I knew that at the start?

The goal was never to be happy,

Just to not fall apart

A gravely injured animal

Does not have happiness on its mind

And in its desperation

Will take any escape it finds

"Things will get better"

That's something I hear all the time

But it's biased information

Even if its not quite a lie

Things will always change-

That's the version I believe

But knowing things change for the worse

It's not much of a reprieve

Hope is a fickle thing

Like a shape shifting beast

It's both beautiful and ugly

Depending on which side you see

Hope is everything you have

When you've got nothing left

But with just one thing worth fighting for

Can be a flame burning in your chest

I was born with this restless pain

But introduced to something new

There are few pains greater

Than finally having something to lose

[monomorphilogical]

Reaper’s lullaby

Oh, I died consciously, and you held my body,

down on the dirt road, where my blood flowed.

Oh, West Virginia cried, throughout that night,

and washed it all away, you saw it clear as day.

Leave my body behind, forget that I even died,

just crawl in your bed, and sleep like the dead.

[atypi-cals]

You say I've forgotten how to fight back but you're wrong. I have every bit of rage I had as a child, every bit of spite and defiance. I just choose not to let it out, because, for the moment, that rage brings me closer to unsafety.

But you seemed to have lulled yourself into a false sense of security. You seem to think I'm beaten down now, a whimpering animal at the back of its cage.

I can still fight. I just have things I'd rather not drag into your meaningless battles. But if I'm pushed... If you take away what I have to lose... Oh, you'll regret it. You'll regret it.

[spikybanana]

I'm used to

seeing myself as a work in progress

I'm used to

the thought that I'm something incomplete

these are facts. witnesses to a heart still growing

soul still learning

life still living

wherefore, then, comes the conclusion that I'm

incompetent for life,

inadequate, unfitting, sick?

wherefore comes the feeling that all is

unworthy of compassion

gross, unsightly, trite

I'm blinded, I know, the knot tight on the back of my head

I know not how to untie

it's a puzzle I can't solve but

still learning, are we not?

[fridayyy-13th]

i had so many things to do today, but i only wound up doing two. the two simplest things on the list, in fact. putting tabs on my sheet music and writing dates in my planner. no actual homework. (or more accurately, late work.) now a week of three classes' worth of work all has to be done tomorrow, and i already made plans with my friend for that afternoon. it's 1:32 in the morning. what am i doing anymore.

[feral-ballad]

“My name is Nour Saqer, for the name remains when all is lost. I turned 22 years old last November. Yes. My youthful time was wasted on horrible days. Yes. Those days still continue.

My name is Nour Saqer. And I am 22 years old. I am a fifth-year dental student at Al-Azhar University of Gaza. I am an aspiring student. I am eager and passionate about my studies. Until the last minute, I was allowed to stay at my house on Oct. 7th. 2023 I was still working on a scientific research proposal that was supposed to be published by me and my teammates of young researchers late in November, that year.

This picture of me was taken late 2022 during an international dental conference held in campus.

During my college years alone. Me and my family have had to forcefully evacuate, and run out of our house four times. In 2019, 2021, 2022, and finally in 2023. Each time was in fear of the same threat; meeting our deaths under rubble. My name is Nour Saqer. And I have always been a Gazan. Each of those past times. If we were fortunate enough, we would discover that our home was in repairable damage. There would be a roof over our heads still. We were still fortunate. We still had luck.

But ever since October 7th. I haven't returned home. We were among the first families to evacuate Al-Rimal neighborhood from the very first day of this genocide, we had to turn our backs to it and expect no return. Two floors of my family house, along with my father's store, and only source of income, have been severely destructed due to neighboring missiles. And my university buildings were heavily exploded. All forms of life have been reaped from my city. My hometown.

This is what's left of our campus. I was supposed to have my graduation ceremony here.

My name is Nour Saqer. And I had an enthusiastic heart. And an energetic body. I played sports and walked down every street until I couldn't. I loved my family and friends dearly. I wrote poems about them. I spent time loving them and cherishing their presence. I loved life with all its little things. With all its unattainable things. I loved the grass and the tall buildings. And I loved all people. I loved my people. All their faces. All their talents. All their hidden lives. All we shared. Until we didn't. Everything I have ever loved I lost.

This picture of me was taken during a happy moment on the roof of our house.

This is all that is left of that picture now.

I am currently sheltered in Rafah with my family of 7. Sharing a place with 30 other homeless people. By the end of Ramadan, me and my family would have to evacuate and seek shelter for yet the 8th time due to housing problems. I am so tired of not having any sense of stability. Nothing to guarantee. Nothing to call my own. Every passing minute the situation in Rafah gets worse. Every passing minute I am losing loved ones and relatives. Every passing minute costs me my sanity. Costs me health. Costs me my basic rights to simply live.

I have nothing left to lose or pay the price with except for my life.

I don’t know how to retell my life story in limited words, how to make the most ordinary moments sound precious. How do I equate my value to someone deserving a life of safety? How do I shape myself as someone worth saving?

I have been interviewing myself for days. All my stories are choking me. All my grief is piling up and muting me. I keep trying to find a way to present the best of myself. To make myself someone you'd want to look at. Listen to. And even more,

Help.

I am finally placing both hope and faith in your helpful hands. I am asking you. Please put an end to this continuing tragedy. And help me get to safety. Before it's too late.

It should be in your knowledge that:

It costs $5,000 per person to get out of Rafah through the Boarder Crossing to Egypt. The rest of the donations will be to secure my tution money for the fifth and final year of dental school.

Thank you.”