Some people walk into sadness
the way dusk enters a room —
without asking permission.
They let it pass through them
like weather through open windows.
I do not know how.

I run until my lungs run empty,
until my body forgets its name,
and it finds me —
beneath the practiced smile,
behind the masks I call kindness,
in the rooms I lock behind me —
even when all I want is to stop wanting...

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I have been to one funeral my whole life

I might've been around six, decked in all white

Since my memory fails me today, I resort to humour

I joke about avoiding funerals, for white is not my colour

 

I thought I was blessed for as long as I was a kid

Away from grieving adults, away from wooden coffins

But now I worry that a chain reaction is due 

It looms over me, the enor...

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Their hate feasts on grief.

His wish? It is their command.

The Poppy? A joke.

Le Uilleam Ó Ceallaigh,

Déardaoin, an ceathrú lá de mhí an Mheitimh,

an bhliain dhá mhíle is fiche a sé.

 

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They say no one's immortal, 

But I still curve my G's the way my mother taught me, 

My brother still carries her eyes, her smile, 

My father still wears the sweaters she knit for him

 

They say no one's immortal, 

But the books on the shelves

Still contain her lengthy annotations,

And every nook and cranny of the house

Contains the remnants of her love

 

They say n...

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When I was six years old,

my bunny, Snow, passed.

Her body went cold

as I squeezed her heart out.

 

There it was, on the ground,

beating out my name,

creating the sound

of love she had for me.

 

Dropping down to my knees,

my pointer and thumb

picked up the heart I squeezed,

with blood beneath my nails.

 

Did she really love me,

or was she someth...

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Walking into your kitchen now bathed in shadow

So full of laughter and light not so long ago

The Piano once so loud and expressive

Now sits shrouded in its cover so pensive

Like a dog waiting for its owner

 

Midnight tears roll for the fallen

Silent tracks at the mercy of night

No questions or answers

No anger or fight

Only shocked disbelief

No wrong and no right

...

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Unity with emotion

Isolation dwells within the thoughts

Together in absence

Forsake me not

 

Passed down like heirlooms

but no care in the process made

No value within ourselves

A cycle broken, A cycle replaced

Disintegrate internally

No longer recognizing what's there

Merely splintered pieces

Uncomfortable for those aware

 

A quiet absolution for a quiete...

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The day you left the earth was far too soon. 

You always said 

“I love you to the moon and back”

 

You were my whole life

Now you’re just a memory in my mind

I think about you all the time. 

 

I sit with your ghost

And think of the good times

It brings a tear to my eye

Each time I remember we never had

A proper goodbye

 

I look in the mirror 

And see yo...

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"briefly"

 

 

Morning’s borrowed light
slides in unasked,
a soft spill across the floorboards,
easy as breath on a cool pane.

 

Mourning’s borrowed light
comes barrowed in,
uncasked from whatever vessel
kept it sealed till now—

 

a gentle run that steadies

 

over the greaves the heart still wears
for the one who grieves,
a release that settles the chest,
...

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I lost my Mum in a supermarket once,
I'll never do that again!

There I was, thrust into daily life,
so complacent that to see her
sometimes felt a chore.
I'll never do that again.

I had nightmares of her in pain
that seemed like they would never go away,
and they didn't,
nor do they still,
Relentless, again and again.

But I feel like such a twat.
Every time they say,
"So sorry f...

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Thrown from my slumber into wake,

Heart pounding against my chest

As if my ribs are about to break

A dream; you with another sowed despair into my rest

 

The ceiling stares back at my sorry state

Tears quietly well up, rolling off my face

The universe undeniably choosing this fate

Tormenting my sorry soul, I pray to be erased

 

I did not know a love like this exists

...

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To love and lose

Is to choose a love that meant you

Could be the one standing here today

Taking on anew

 

How freeing the moment

 

The tears uncontrollably shift the lash beneath the pounding samba dances of your pain

That skip that whisks your life away 

To the land of milk and honey 

Only to arrive back crashing down

Into the factory thumping in your ribcage

 

...

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I still wear your jacket
It’s worn and torn
With missing buttons
Your remnant scent
Was lost some time ago

I want to keep your arms
Close around me
Anything to stay warm
In a dim November kitchen
Still haunted by your voice

Around this uneven table
Five chairs untucked
I've moved between them all
I reluctantly accept
The silence of our house

I'm caught in the folds
Of this in...

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The pulse once strong now beats so frail, Beneath the chest, a hollow tale. Where laughter lived, the silence stays, A weight descends and clouds all days. The eyes that sought a guiding flame, Now find the void, no warmth to claim. Each breath a shard, each beat a thief, That drags the soul through endless grief. The world moves on, yet joy has fled, The sky turns grey, the heart f...

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As soon as his last friend had gone,

He felt, for the first time, alone,

With no one to make sense of life,

Nobody to call on the phone.

 

When he called out in need of help,

Or roared like a lion in pain,

Who would be there to listen now?

Who would ever listen again?

 

The service had been a comfort,

The vicar was well up to speed,

But the empty chair by his s...

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You were loved. It warms my heart to hear how people remember you. You had nothing but every person that ever crossed paths with you speak of your generosity. Your immense compassion burst from you never hesitating to share the little you had scraped together. I am proud to call you my brother. So beautifully remembered you may not have had anything worldly but you were rich beyond words. I'm humb...

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We carry wounds which no one sees, Stripped bare by the world's quiet indifference. A life lost, forgotten by time's cruel hands, Moments of sorrow fade beneath others' noise. A bomb bursts, its weight unseen, And the rubble settles—no one comes to mourn. We sit with our aching bodies, Alone in a world that turns its back. A sickness takes root, And the world moves on—too busy, too ...

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The Path of Immortality explores the timeless journey of the atoms that compose us, weaving together the origins of life from stardust to the cycles of death and rebirth. As we grieve the loss of loved ones, this poem offers solace, reminding us that no part of them is truly lost. Their atoms continue to shape the world, giving rise to new life in ways unseen. It is a gentle reminder that we are a...

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He has come again

Never welcome, never kind

The unwanted guest 

How I wish we weren’t intertwined 

 

Sometimes he gives notice

Sometimes, none at all 

The unwanted guest 

His shadow looms and curtains fall 

 

When he departs 

The darkness stays

The unwanted guest 

When will he free us from these chains

 

A friend to none

Yet known by all

The unwan...

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On winter days, with frosted breath,

We wander to the warm, great hall

To see this sacred scene once more.

A mother mourns her perished son,

As mothers do across the world,

While washed-up men, most often old,

Pick off the innocent for sport.

Grouped women, tethered in their grief,

Mop up the personal effects,

Doused in their humid, sodden tears.

Soon, beyond anger, b...

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You are never far away from my thoughts or heart's embrace,

we are tethered between life states and alternate existences . . .

believe me.

 

 

 

 

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Another star twinkles its last
And yet the sky does not mourn

Only the moon weeps gently
Behind the wisps of clouds
But still the golden star will rise
Breaking horizons line
In reds, pinks and yellow
and the land answers with song.

Only the sea whispers gently
Against the grey rocks
Bubbling through the pebbles
Murmuring of memories
But still the mountains stand
Defiant and stron...

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David sat in his childhood room, the stack of letters trembling in his hands. Each one was a window into his mother’s heart—a heart he had taken for granted. Her words, so full of love and longing, cut through the years of silence between them.

He found a letter dated ten years earlier. It spoke of her hope to see him at Christmas. He hadn’t come that year. Another letter, written five years ag...

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Evelyn sat by the window, her frail hands clutching a pen. Outside, snow blanketed the empty street, muffling the world in silence. The house was still except for the faint ticking of a clock, marking moments that felt too long and too short all at once.

She stared at the blank sheet of paper on the desk before her. For years, she'd written to her son, David. She’d sent birthday cards, Christma...

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Beneath the aching winter’s shroud,

A child walked mute through the bustling crowd.

Her feet, bare whispers on the frozen stone,

Her ribs a harp of hunger’s tone.

 

She carried a box, her treasure, her thread

Of tiny star-sticks, sulfur-fed.

She called to the rich, the hurried, the gray,

“Buy one, kind sir, and light your way.”

 

But no one paused, no coin was tossed,

...

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Ashen grey is the house of remembering. 
Before each portal opens, 
your faceless bard swoons. 

He strikes a drum of bone and brittle whispers;

With cracked powd’ry fingers, 

he inscribes your name in dust.

He etches it longer than it ever was, 
the curves of your urn. 
You gather there your ashes and nourish my soul.

 

 

 

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Cry me black and blue

     And black and blue 

          And crimson tears will fall.

     Break apart this wanton fret

That consumes us all.

     Broke into my heart again

          To build a crumbled wall

     While I waste internally

Replaying what I saw.

 

Cry me black and blue

     And black and blue

          And scarlet veins will die,

     So strain ...

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In the quiet aftermath, the word "quit" echoes,  

A heavy silence in the corridors of memory.  

A single word, a door to myriad pathways,  

Each avenue intertwining, meandering through the fog.

 

Clues lie hidden in the shadows cast by our verses,  

Fleeting glimpses of understanding,  

Yet certainty eludes us, at every turn it seems:

Answers remain just out of reach.

...

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Agony in misery in hopeless blackened light,

Regretting all that we have said

Beyond the veil of night.

I chose the path of least remorse

And yet here I am

With your heart

So soft, so supple

In my red stained hand.

 

Beaten

 

Beating

 

Beatless.

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I once had an older sister 

 

I once had an older cousin sister;

Used to come over for summer vacations

and other auspicious occasions,

many times I cried to make you stay

for little longer,

Now you're gone for ever;

To return never.

 

The fun we had at beaches and seashores,

Could I ever forget?

The laughter you had in arcades and photos;

Was it all a facade...

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How does one move on from betrayal and grief?

Resources swear "follow these steps to find relief".

Accept the hurt, embrace the pain,

Choose to trust your partner and learn to love again.

 

I'm convinced this advice comes from people who just don't know,

That being betrayed by the person you least expected to hurt you, hinders your ability to grow.

I accepted the hurt, I embra...

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my heart screams in echoes
and
I wish you could see
how far I've come since
you died.

how I brave the unknown
with my face in your hands.
how I leave no trace of fear
dripping from my mouth.
how every "yes"
is said with my whole chest.

this is how I love.
and every step I take
is with you

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As I wake up flat on my back

in an unfamiliar bed,

surrounded by hazy faces

and teary eyes,

and wobbly smiles,

I find that I cannot

for the life of me

remember who and why

they are here for this old guy.

 

A figure clad in black, too,

stands right there at the door.

I don't know why they won't come in

or why they're being ignored.

Perhaps, I think,

they...

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to grieve is to know love intimately.

to pluck his voice from a crowd,
though I've not heard it in years.
to reminisce about my fingertips
reading his calloused hands like braille
and finding my next breath in every tactile.

to recognize any morsel of his being
in any dimension
and pledging patience to the search
in every lifetime.
to finding him.
and knowing he is ever present.

...

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I was ready made for grief.

to live an ode to a common thing,
     this elegy to peace.

and on the days that I feel nothing,
     I torment the stillness behind my eyes
because feeling is proof of living.
and I so badly want to be alive.
     to dig deep in the scar garden,
     to excavate my hollow pit,
     to sow a lifetime of memories
     of being just out of reach.

it is my...

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Tears Of Nostalgia 

When will incessant rains will stop its sorrow,

when the deadlines of late assessments deepen the thoughts flow..

Thought after thought, with flourish and flow of

One's fond memories they keep inside their soul 💘🌬️

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Every loss is felt

Just as a ripple is spelt in water

Ever decreasing, calming asunder

 

A clock ticks in a house even emptier than before

The dark lingers in a hall still and sure

The cat rules now

Wondering why and how

 

Water weeps from a pungent wound

Never to be cleaned but to neglect and fester

Such a thought no beautiful sight could hinder

Leaving the los...

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Now I’ll be like your ghost 

You’ll feel me everywhere 

But I’ll be nowhere to be seen 

Haunted by my memories 

Tortured by my presence in your heart 

And I’ll miss you 

Like the deserts miss the rain 

And as you wander in search of others 

To fill the void, gain a sense of fulfilment 

As your luck and name change meaning 

You’ll soon begin to realise

All roads lea...

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every day
it’s all
the same.

together, it blurs. coagulates.
fills furrow-trod brain grooves
like grout. experience withers

on the vine, in the leaves, leaves
little brittle dust-skeletons
decomposing on the bathroom tile

so deficient they can’t grow a garden—
only this greying grieving heaving
metastasising mass breathing

again again again
once more once more
the same the sa...

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Gone but never forgotten, is what they love to say,

but those waves will still hit, like nuclear shit,

Since the day we parted ways.

 

Just like that radioactive breath, that rots us to the core,

And eats us away, day by day, until once was becomes no more.

 

See the peace for you becomes my pain, your dreams became my twisted reality,

For the agony that you leave behind, w...

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Why do I not dream of you?

The ocean grows darker, it's calling too deep

But I build a bastion of love in my sleep 

So why do I not dream of you? 

 

Why do I not dream of you?

A lawlessness reigns in the unconscious sphere 

It whispers of fragments, a sense that you’re near

So why do I not dream of you? 

 

Come, now let me dream of you

Let us run freely in worlds w...

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I turned the volume down so I could hear you.

Everything is still too loud.

Too many voices, and not the one I needed to hear.

I want to hear.

 

Mourning that lasted for nine hundred sixty four days.

Salty tears soaked waterlogged greenery.

Droopy head. Droopy leaves.

Pruning a root bound plant

Repot. 

 

Acclamation felt like dormancy

Dormancy was intense

Lef...

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Gaza: a father beats the floor in grief

As he feels his son’s last desperate breath.

It seems indecent to say any more,

As when, that evil Saturday morning,

A Holocaust survivor was cut down

During a crimson-coloured bout of rage.

I tell myself: this cannot be the best

That humankind has to offer. One day,

The innocent will inherit the Earth,

The puffball types in unifor...

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There were fireworks tonight
And each time there was a spark
It reminded me of your heartbeat
You're still lighting up my life everyday 

Every breath I take is harder than the previous
My life is so incomplete without you
It feels like I'm breathing underwater
Where oxygen is scarce until you come back up

I would do anything to have you here with me
Life seems to be getting harder as ...

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I lost my Brother, and my poetry went with him

Words replaced by a bottomless hollow

Knowing he has not one more tomorrow 

 

The words I needed drifted away

Hiding from the light of day

Wallowing in a sea of grey 

The sea, which drowns us all

When someone dear passes away

 

He liked a drink, and liked a fag

But was the best brother I could have had

'A good looki...

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Erecting her easel
at the foot of the boardwalk
she mixes the paint
a hell-fire pink and crimson
and dips her brush to begin…

She paints
the end of all things
a voice lost to the fractured mind
the final moments of a life
a hand slipping away

She paints
farewell hospital conversations
her father’s beard as a cloud
she thins the blue paint with her tears
She colours in his eyes
L...

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Whoever wants to die before his time-

Is not in love. How can it be so true

For someone who has seen

 

Both sides of the coin from the same distance!

War and peace, no matter -

You can’t afford to be slipped over.

 

So much to feel within, so much to feel

For, so much to feel genuine.

Yet you look for the end in itself?

 

Deep intimate theories invading

...

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Today at school, I locked myself in the bathroom 

so I could cry where no one could see.

 

Things aren’t the same anymore and I don’t know 

how to communicate it.

 

I find myself unable to do the simplest things—

to comprehend, to remember, to articulate 

the things I could before.

 

This morning, I sat in silence and stretched and breathed in deeply, 

and I said t...

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They say time fills the void that grief brings 

That life becomes easier and we are supposed to feel comfort in knowing that the emptiness and the pain weaken their grips around our throats 

How happy we should be to allow these to pass 

But I would rather the emptiness fill me like a garden hose in an Olympic pool and the pain dull like an open break sealed with bandaids 

And when the...

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