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4 Short Poems about Grief: The Same Love, but Different

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4 Short Poems about Grief: The Same Love, but Different

Grief has taught me that loving is pretty similar to living: maybe, two lines in the same poem. Read these poems about grief to remember that death is part of the circle of life. That without an end, something couldn’t begin. And maybe circles don’t really have endings or beginnings, just continuations.

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“Where there is love, there is life.” – Mahatma Gandhi

4 Poems about Grief

1. We walk home, some of us make it there first.

Grief has taught me that loving is pretty similar to living: maybe, two lines in the same poem. Read these poems about grief to remember that death is part of the circle of life. That without an end, something couldn’t begin. And maybe circles don’t really have endings or beginnings, just continuations.

Your death has left

a homesickness in me.

“Love is an engraved invitation to Grief.” — Sunshine O’Donnell

2. When in the dark, open a window. Let the moon speak.

“Your body is away from me

but there is a window open

from my heart to yours.

From this window, like the moon

I keep sending news secretly.”

– Rumi

3. Grief is still love – it is just… different.

Grief: maybe not love with nowhere to go; maybe love that looks different than what you thought you knew.

Grief:

maybe not love with

nowhere to go;

maybe love that

looks different than

what you thought you knew.

“Grief is isolating, but it never leaves you alone. In the moments we wake up crying, the car rides with tears streaming, grief is our companion. When everyone moves on, forgetting our loss, #grief remembers.” — Laura Coward

4. Grief is a conversation of hearts.

I have not heard your voice in years, but my heart has conversations with you every day.

I have not heard your voice in years,

but my heart has conversations

with you every day.

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“There is no grief like the grief that does not speak.” — Henry Wordsworth

. . .

Tell me:

Which of these poems did you need to read today?

Tell me in the comments. I read every single one, and I'd love to know.

With love,

Jen

P.S. Need more light today? See what else I've written about loss and possibility. You might find exactly what you need.

Comments on this post (6)

  • Oct 17, 2019

    Malinda, I think that kind of regret, that feeling, is something so many of us experience. Of course it can wake us up to the people who are still here, to our own lives and the beauty of being here at all, but carrying around that regret is a hard thing to move through. xx

    — Jennifer Williamson

  • Oct 17, 2019

    Beautiful words.
    There are not many feelings worse than the grief that comes with the loss of a loved one but this; the regrets that follow that loss, regrets of missed opportunities to love on that one, because you took for granted their life and your life together on this earth.
    This kind of regret leaves a huge scar.
    Scars don’t heal.

    — malinda

  • Jun 17, 2019

    Julia, losing people you love is the hardest thing, the thing that reveals your strength… I still wish it was easier, but I love this one too because I think it’s true: the love keeps us together. Thanks for sharing with me <3 Jen

    — Jennifer Williamson

  • Jun 17, 2019

    The conversation. It’s just perfectly said. My biggest fear is not being able to hear Mom and Dad’s voices any longer.

    — Julia

  • Jun 10, 2019

    Me too, Lesley… me too <3 ~ Jen

    — Jennifer Williamson

  • Jun 10, 2019

    I have not heard your voice in years… oh how I wish I could.

    — Lesley

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