Poetry and words of inspiration have helped people cope with grief since the beginning of time. Here, I've listed some of my favorite poems, quotes, and words of inspiration. Share your favorite death and grief quotes or, perhaps, your own poetry about death, dying, and grief.
Now that you're gone (a poem for dan)
- You're gone,& all that's left is nothing but memories.Memories that lead me to silence & tears.I miss your arms that hold me tight,Your snore that fills our room at night./You're gone & I can no longer stare at u as u sleep.But thank God, He lets me see u as i weep.In dreams we talk & laugh together,
there I can say, I luv u more than ever./You're gone & I feel so weary when I'm alone.Wish u were here & would go back home.I'm hurting & longing for your touch,
Why parting had to hurt this much?/
You're gone forever & we are now apart.
I'm filled w/ pain that breaks my heart.You used to playfully sneak behind the door,
Those lovely eyes I see no more./
You're gone & I terribly miss your voice.Your laughter that fills the house w/ noise.Your absence makes me feel so blue,
My life is empty w/o u./
You're gone but I know I shouldn't be aawful.For u left me a treasure to cherish & to nurture.Our precious little angel, she's all that Ive got,A constant reminder that once I had ur love
- —Guest roselyn dj. sarmiento
New at This
- New at This
By Laura McCollough Moss
What to do now,
Left alone with nowhere to put this pain.
“There’s no pill for it,” she said.
He looked at me from atop his wire rims
“What were you hoping I could do for you?”
Like I know.
Somebody do something
This hurts more than I ever imagined.
“Paddle your own canoe” you used to tell me
And so I wipe my face and step out the door
Do my best to fill your place at the table the sink the stove.
I’ve learned to be strong understanding and capable
It came at a price but finding grace is never easy.
The love the good times the memories remain.
Miss you so yet thankful to have had you with me.
You would tell me “it will be alright”, just one more
Reason why I loved you and
I will never forget.
- —Guest LucyLar
What once has gone from us
- Brink Of Eternity by Rabindranath Tagore
In desperate hope I go and search for her
in all the corners of my room;
I find her not.
My house is small
and what once has gone from it can never be regained.
But infinite is thy mansion, my lord,
and seeking her I have to come to thy door.
I stand under the golden canopy of thine evening sky
and I lift my eager eyes to thy face.
I have come to the brink of eternity from which nothing can vanish
---no hope, no happiness, no vision of a face seen through tears.
Oh, dip my emptied life into that ocean,
plunge it into the deepest fullness.
Let me for once feel that lost sweet touch
in the allness of the universe.
- —Guest Mary K
From Rabbi Grollman
- There is no way to predict
how you will feel.
The reactions of grief are
not like recipes,
with given ingredients,
and certain results.
Each person mourns in a
- I silently scream at the light.
Look pale with half a face fallen.
Run towards my end only to find the night.
Smile with lumps on my throat heavily swollen.
The other half ignored, broken, not much of a difference.
Dwell sorrow? A joke for the world but not I.
Held on for so long it’s now a way of life.
Look above the moon burns lightly complimenting the tears on my face.
I’m not alone! Am I not alone? From this mighty beast called a world clearly I can’t save I.
Maybe if I stopped and not breath I might fly.
Physically I’m intact, for my mind, there's no soul.
Where is it, where am I, what am I?
And I turn a blind one act out life to the unchanged not told.
Search the ends of my lonely sad morph life, never finding something to hold. I’m cold
- —Guest James
Death of my mother
- I used to fear death.
Then I watched you pass so peacefully.
You did not fear and when you were gone I did not feel as though you were.
I could feel you all around me.
I then understood the phrase "passing on" because I knew you did not die you had just passed on.
And I knew I would see you again one day.
So now when I think of death I am not afraid, for I even have something to look forward to, you will be there waiting for me.
So thank you for everything and I love you.
- —Guest Sherri
- This poem is one that several friends have found useful in expressing their grief.Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone
W. H. Auden
Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,
Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,
Silence the pianos and with muffled drum
Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.
Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead
Scribbling on the sky the message He Is Dead,
Put crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves,
Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.
He was my North, my South, my East and West,
My working week and my Sunday rest,
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
I thought that love would last for ever: I was wrong.
The stars are not wanted now: put out every one;
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun;
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood.
For nothing now can ever come to any good.
- —Guest PATRICIA
mother so loved
- She left such a little while ago but always said we should carry on. Her strength she always showed for us to be able to bear this load of pain she knew would be our own. She was mother, friend, what can I say we miss her in so may ways. We love her, oh its so difficult to explain but she knew us all so well. Because of how much she loved and all the memories we have she would never have wanted to see us sad, tonight we saw a star we smiled and it was her,and so we must carry on, as we put on her favorite song. Bless you our beloved Mother
- —Guest patricia
Short Lines that Helped Me
- As so many of us know, grief can begin way before a loved one dies. Here are two lines that helped me stay philosophical when my elderly parents were very sick. The first, which I read in a newspaper, is from a chaplain who ministered to sick elderly people: "Trying to keep them as they were is like trying to glue the autumn leaves back on the tree." The second is just one line of a poem written from the point of view of a dying patient who wanted his family to let him go. It appeared in a medical journal. Unfortunately I only remember this short excerpt: "No longer water me with glucose and saline. I am pod, not seed, and I will not bloom."