Anyone Know A Great Poem On Losing A Loved One?

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"How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
… I love thee with the passion put to use
In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith.
… - I love thee with the breath,
Smiles, tears of all my life! - and, if God choose,
I shall but love thee better after death."

- E. B. Browning –


"Do not Stand at My Grave and Weep"

Do not stand at my grave and weep
I am not there; I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow,
I am the diamond glints on snow,
I am the sun on ripened grain,
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the morning's hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry,
I am not there; I did not die.

-Mary Elizabeth Frye-



For Just A Momentby Brenda Penepent
For just a moment
I'm sure I saw
a flicker of light ahead.
Perhaps it was your smile.
Though past now, remembered,
in my heart
like the small sound of
a butterfly passing by.
No night
is so dark
that can not be brightened
with memories of you
Raindrops carry along
your blessings from heaven
to wash away my tears
and bring me hope anew.

Safe Harbor
by Jennifer Hickok
The storm has been raging for so long now
Pouring rain, crashing thunder, howling wind
Beating down on this lonely ship
Searching for a place to call home
There was a time; it seems so long ago
The sun shone brightly in the clear blue sky
Looking up from the bow into forever
A gentle breeze, cotton candy clouds
But the storm slowly moved in
A few scattered showers and thunderstorms
Days of downpour, flashes of lightning
With shelter so hard to find
Rainbows still shone, beacons of hope
In the unlikeliest places
Vibrant against a backdrop of gray
A glimpse at the best of times
As the years passed by
The storms changed, getting worse
Getting better, and fading away
But they'd left their mark
A vessel is forever changed
When touched that way
And although you can rebuild
The damage has been done
Horrible storms had been forecast
For the not so distant future
But they wouldn't hit this ship
Not again, no more damage would be done
The ship will be protected now
Lost no more, tossed about no longer
Safe in a harbor to forever call home

Also, here is a website that you may find helpful; it has many subscriber-submitted poems for those who are bereaved/have experienced loss. Poetry of Grief and Loss

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WH Auden's "Stop All the Clocks" is one of the classic poems on bereavement - it was read aloud in the film 4 Weddings and a Funeral. You can find it here.

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