Comments on: Poetry as a Healing Power in Grief

By: Anonymous

Anonymous — Wed, 06 Apr 2011 18:14:44 +0000

Did you guys know that your elbow’s tip is called a weenis/wenis? I find that amusing.

By: sally

sally — Thu, 31 Mar 2011 13:51:57 +0000

please send me a poem for my son 31, that was my baby, took suddenly in tragic car accident, while all alone

By: sally

sally — Thu, 31 Mar 2011 13:50:50 +0000

Please send a poem re my 31 yr old son, my baby, killed suddenly, in a car accident

By: Doug

Doug — Wed, 23 Feb 2011 21:56:48 +0000

Mother

Mother, when they killed the sacred cow,
I watched until I could no longer see.
Now I kill the sacred cows
Of my own life, unaware
Of what I do.

But when you have been silenced,
Moving through forbidden darkness,
Then you are the sacred cow,
And I am part of a procession
Streaming through a column of trees
Which marks the steps of my way.

How long will I destroy
My own footsteps in the grass and mud?
When the quiet waves of morning wash
Across the boundaries of life and death
(the only thing that keeps me from you now),
Your death becomes a flood,
And I become the sacred cow,
Sacrificed to your everlasting memory.

(my mother died suddenly when I was 5 years old)

By: Sara

Sara — Wed, 08 Dec 2010 04:33:13 +0000

Thankyou so much for all of the beautiful poetry…. It has helped me deal with some of the pain of losing my 15 year old sister just this July.

By: Sneha

Sneha — Wed, 03 Nov 2010 00:13:34 +0000

You can shed tears that she is gone,
or you can smile because she has lived.
You can close your eyes and pray that she’ll come back,
or you can open your eyes and see all she’s left.
Your heart can be empty because you can’t see her,
or you can be full of the love you shared.
You can turn your back on tomorrow and live yesterday,
or you can be happy for tomorrow because of yesterday.
You can remember her only that she is gone,
or you can cherish her memory and let it live on.
You can cry and close your mind,
be empty and turn your back.
Or you can do what she’d want:
smile, open your eyes, love and go on.
~ David Harkins

I really love this poem

By: Nancy

Nancy — Tue, 21 Sep 2010 16:57:33 +0000

Thanks to all of you for all the lovely poetry. I
lost my son, forty-six years old, when he was on a service mission on Dale Hollow Lake at our family-owned marina. I am raising his teenage daughter now and can well identify with her since my father died when I was her age. I have written poetry about my father’s death that I shared with my seven siblings and I intend to write more in the future, but this death is too traumatic at this time for me to get my thoughts on paper. It’s been three months and I don’t cry as much but I am disoriented and tend to isolate myself more partly because I am so bone-weary from all my new responsibilities thought I am so blessed with my grand daughter’s presence.

Again, thanks. You really touched my heartstrings with your beautiful thoughts.

By: ally harvey

ally harvey — Wed, 18 Aug 2010 19:37:27 +0000

i also wrote this for Ian.its called…
PRECIOUS.
a moment in time, a look, intertwined,
a stroke of my face, how you walk at my pace,
you catch my eye, across the room, and suddenly, im not alone,
an understanding of expression, no need for words, magical unison.
a dance, our story, mesmerising,
a captivating whirl, a breathless girl, precious,
the most precious thing i ever touched, and parted with

By: ally harvey

ally harvey — Wed, 18 Aug 2010 19:34:11 +0000

i wrote this for my husband a few months after he died,he died at home from multiple organ failure following an mrsa infection.

i miss your face, kiss your head, hold your hand, hear your voice,touch your skin,feel you close, help you, hold you, speak
your name, all forbidden pastures in my pain. wishing, praying,standing, walking, staying in the moment, trying so hard for you baby..i love you.

By: D. Clark

D. Clark — Wed, 11 Aug 2010 22:14:50 +0000

When my sister lost her husband in March the grief for her was so great she died just 4 months later. I was haunted and healed by this song which I think captures what she must have felt the last 4 months of her life.

Hurricane
Mindy Smith

I felt the faint trace of thunder
Rattle this old house
I saw the fire light the sky
But there’s no sign of rain anywhere

I need a hurricane
To empty out this place
Seems its the only way
To salvage any sense I have left to move on.

I’m waiting to hear your voice again
And lighten up this heart
I’m holding on to stupid memories
But I see you in every little thing

I need a hurricane
To straighten out this place
It may be the only way
To salvage any sense I have left to move on

I need a hurricane
To ravage through this place
Think it’s the only way
To salvage any sense I have left to move on

I felt the faint trace of thunder
But there’s no sign of rain anywhere
No, there’s no sign of you anywhere