Explore Poems: Grief
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- By Christian J. CollierWe were ravaged by our loss, our child. In the shower, slightly past midnight,after I’d covered the ...
- By Karisma PriceThe Realization of a Negro’s Ambition requires melatonin & the soft dying body of a monkey face orchid...
- By Corey Van Landinghamwas, according to Virgil, always a fickle, unstable thing. Woman. Wyf. Merger of wife and man. To indicate: not-girl. Not...
- By Kinsale DrakeBecause my mama lost her daddy when she was too young And she didn’t know how to hold her grief so she...
- By K. IverYou’ve never seen a lilac in Mississippi. Backstage you wear lotion laced with its chemical imitation...
- By Sarah RuhlDeath no wild thing and you a boy, Max. One night in your room (or body) a forest grew and the walls...
- By Georg TraklFull of harmonies is the flight of birds. The green woods Have closed about the stiller huts at evening...
- By Walela NehandaCrip (noun): slang for a disabled person/the whole of the disabled community/ a school of thought Example...
- By Samuel GregoireMy delirium is a transformocean Rocking me like the seven thousand waves That brought Wangolo to Ziltik...
- By Kevin PruferThe brutality of those two men who broke into her apartment and murdered her boyfriend, then, as she...
- By Tristan Tzarasenseless here’s the man with the crystal contractions with the rumor of sand with a doll’s past tense...
- By S.J. Fowler & Rebecca KamenSIR, the 28 spheres of Kamen’s harmony Susceptible, inferred, immense, actual - the electron microscopy...
- By Justin Phillip ReedThere it goes, thin thing, cheshiring between trees whose reaper-robes trail their trains deep underground...
- By James CagneyI come from the kidnapped, the assaulted— my country’tis of reparations as in-store credit backordered...
- By Layli Long SoldierHere, the sentence will be respected. I will compose each sentence with care, by minding what the rules...
- By Amy M. AlvarezNaturally, broken glass, throbbing bass, a roll of bills and a paper bag passed between the hands of...
- By Tom Andrews1. Day brings a steady hand, a sure breath every other day ... My brother again on the edge of his bed...
- By Federico García Lorca1. La cogida y la muerte A las cinco de la tarde. Eran las cinco en punto de la tarde. Un niño trajo...