#loss poems on Hello Poetry

Thanu Jul 14

Grief isn’t always loud.

Sometimes it sits beside you
like an old friend
who doesn’t need to talk
to be heard.

Sometimes,
grief is not about what happened.
It’s about what didn’t.

The goodbye you never said.
The hug you never got.
The feeling of walking into a room
and being known
without having to explain a thing.

You carry it
in the way you walk,
in the way your playlist has changed,
in the way you write poems
because there’s nowhere else
to put the ache.

But even this—
this quiet grief—
is a form of love.
A way of saying
“That life mattered.
That version of me still exists.
I remember.”

And remembering
is brave.

moving away against my own will... life is sour sometimes ^^

#grief #healing #loss #movingaway #memories

Red Jul 14

3 Year Drought

The first & last words I spoke to you were identical.
Regurgitation of primal instinct
Unwillingly born to my breath.

‘I love you’

I smiled with delayed recognition,

My pitifully soft instincts disembowelling mundane exchange,

‘I’m sorry’

I corrected with sick, pulsing insides. Face falling with vulnerable realisation.

Pathetic, prophetic irony.
You didn’t reciprocate at the beginning nor the end,
Yet I still dream of your mirage off in the distance, that mirror you wore in-between.

I see now,
With skin burning and eyes bleeding,
It always going to end this way.
Pity me the hopeful fool,

Crawling for water in the desert.

#grief #loss #heartbreak #love

Crowfood Jul 14

Disappointment

Oh, how could I let myself get so attached to a person whom has left my life entirely. Even though he is gone, I still search my window sill for any signs of him.
It is always the same disappointment.
None.

Sigh, I know it ***** I just posted it because I have free will

#loss #dissapointment #grief

Labhrás Jul 14

Birthday messages

My screen lights up
Happy birthday
From some unknown friend

The impersonal well wishing from strangers
Has come around again

And then there’s you
Wishing love and success
That my dreams for the year come true

Unfortunately all my dreams
Come down and back to you

There’s some break in reality
Between the well wishing of dreams
And the truth that is all but broken
Between two once lovers.

#birthday #love #loss #newyears

The uniVerse Jul 13

I talk to strangers

I can’t tell you how much I miss her
or I might begin to cry
it may just be the idea of her
and my memory is a lie
either way, there is a deep-rooted longing
the need for companionship and belonging
someone to share my love and passion
feel free to call me old fashioned
but I miss her whoever she was or could be
her that fulfilled all my needs
where have you gone the love of my life
I know the answer I know that you died
tell me how I fill that void
that hole where a heart once sat
now those feelings I try to avoid
now I only deal in facts
the fact is I talk to strangers
about everything but love
how can I tell them how much I crave her
about what really is and was
now I use my body to numb the pain
so many strangers
so many forgotten names
I can’t name her
or remember her voice
I can’t even say she loved me back
or that she really had a choice
so please please cut me some slack
if I step out of line
and if I look a little down
please ask again if I say I’m fine.

This is a deeply personal poem that's been sitting in my drafts since 2019 as I could not bring myself to post it, why now? Maybe its time.

#loss #numb #avoidance #love #grief #death

Labhrás Jul 13

Captive Lightning

Flickering stars of summer nights
Green grass fields bind them to earth.
Fly and join the immensity of stars in the sky
Burn as bright as those far off relatives.

I kept a star captive in a jar next to my heart
For months my steady companion.
Me the admirer and also the jailer
Licuriciul se sufocă, fără să știu

To see you go burns a hole in my heart
Yet watching your light fulfilled is peace.
I’ll be right here on or under the earth
Longing to see my firefly flicker next to me.

Excuse the possibly poor Romanian. I don’t speak it but it was important for me that that line was in the language.

#firefly #love #loss

Labhrás Jul 13

Empty Houses

I sit alone
In the shell of what was
Contemplating how it was I got here

Head and heart vacated
Thoughts and emotions left to aimlessly swirl
A void devoid of direction and motion

When did I lose sight of the door
Was it always gone from the time I entered
And when did it reappear

What will I see when I open it again
Will those I knew still be there
Is the world the same place I left

And what of those I could hear while trapped
Those that left when I disappeared
How could I expect them to find me again

#loss #depression #grief #healing

ProfMoonCake Jul 13

Growing Pains

I grew up overnight.
After eons of your name haunting me,
I heard my heart beat—for myself.

It felt like lightning.
My entire body stood still—
but I heard it.

Years of chasing silence
died down
like the mulberry tree
my dad planted.

I grew up overnight.
Conversations with you in my head
disappeared for an hour.
It was symphony.

To someone walking by,
it looked like a girl weeping
at the foothills of God.
To me,
I grew up.

#grief #loss #healing #life #love

Zywa Jul 13

[ Children rush past me ]

Children rush past me,

I hold on to the edge, no --

longer a mother.

Film "Trois couleurs: Bleu" - Liberté ("Three Colours: Blue" - Liberty, 1993, Krzysztof Kieślowski) - Julie Vignon in the swimming pool; her husband and their 5-year-old daughter died in an accident

Collection "Greeting from before"

#missing #loss