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Five Stages of Grief Post Election 2016 | Heidi Seaborn

Denial: To wake up, shake off the nightmare as an illusion, a trick of the brain. I saw a brain last night in its raw form, watched a surgeon randomly slice the frontal lobe off and proclaim, “That’s how a lobotomy works.”

Anger: Pitchforks disappeared with family farms and agriculture jobs. This angry American mob sharpens its words against the whetstone of the Internet. Click. Post.

Bargaining: Let this father stay here, his children are young, He
works hard at a job no one else wants. He is a good man.

Depression: To wake up spooning the nightmare, entangled with this
dark lover who twists his tentacles around your wrists and ankles,
rolls onto your chest, punishing your breath.

Acceptance: That happened.

Spring | Carol Gilman

July 7, 2023 / Best Poetry / a good poem, change poems, contemporary poetry online, grief poems, loss poems, poem about life, poems about change / Leave a Comment

Peeking through the soil.
Peeking through the branches.
Leaves, lovely leaves.
Growth.
Change.
Warmth.
Hope.

Reminder.
You are not here peeking around the blanket.

You Are Not There | Carol Gilman

June 29, 2023 / Best Poetry / contemporary poetry online, grief poems, loss poems, meaningful poems, sad poetry, sadness poems, where to find poetry / Leave a Comment

I look over to where you normally are,
Where you are supposed to be,
Where you always were,
Where I always looked.
But, you are not there.
Missing.
Missed.

Alone with My Loneliness | NilavroNill Shoovro

May 24, 2023 / Best Poetry / a poem, emotional poems, grief poems, love lost poems, meaningful poems, read poetry online / Leave a Comment

During the periods of stipulated flashbacks
Memories may not always be smooth or soothing
The pages of the wary calendars
Under the color of my melancholy ink
May not forget nor forgive the pain
Yet I would love to be alone again.

My heart will never burst into laughter
Nor will cry in rain
Flashbacks of the scenes may not survive
With all the clocks in my hand,
For they are the silent warriors
Dead, but fought in vain.

The next day is always so crucial
Fighting against all the odds
Yet the motion seldom walks along
With our dreams or feel at home in accord.

If you think you win or it is a defeat for me,
All the days are numb, crying silently
Morning brings nothing but wary nights
Passions grow old from everyday fights,
Let me put it straight for ages to come;
Not time but moments may matter to some.

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Cope | Nate Maye

May 7, 2023 / Best Poetry / change poems, contemporary poetry, grief poems, modern poetry, original poetry, poems about change, poetry website / Leave a Comment

How do you
cope with passing
once the rain
has ended
once the reign
is over, a new
face on the throne.

Imagine a Grief | Ann Bauer

December 11, 2022 / Best Poetry / comment on poetry, grief poems, loss poems, nature poems, poetry, read poetry online / Leave a Comment

Imagine a grief like this:
long lean empty arms,
a runner’s legs marking unfinished miles.
Sunday days, stretches of desert.
Drawn out sentences.
Streams of consciousness
open to nothingness but
dusty roads prickled with green
finger-like conical trees, living, but dead-looking,
sharp and pointed.
No touching, no softness, no healing.
Amazingly unnaturally natural.
Haunting signs of grief.
A cactus,
Black-threaded stitches puncture my happiness,
the ridges on the desert’s prize:
the saguaro of grief.