#griefc

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  • nocturnal_enigma 11w

    * 9.11.2021; 4.46 P.M (Malaysia)

    #Acrostic #NuEmAcPo

    #griefc #grief #challenge @writersbay

    * For: My #crush #AHBA On 29th November the border between Malaysia & Singapore will be re-open. Yey! ��

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    GRIEF ~

    Grieving death of dead almost-relationship.
    Reality strikes. Ended long ago. Still hold on.
    I try to let go, but, it's so hard to move on.
    Eventually, I will go there, one day, my dear.
    Finally, let's meet and spend time together.

    © Nuruliffa Emirah
    @ nocturnal_enigma

  • antheia_ 11w

    #free #griefc

    Every year as the last lingering
    leaves of autumn prepare for their fall,
    it arrives.
    Bringing with it a blustery gale of wind;
    sombre, algid,
    cross legged;
    it sits in the corner
    right behind my stash of lilies
    on that rickety lounge chaise,
    crushing with its feet
    a half burnt stub of old memories.
    Gawking.. as ache billows
    in my heart as violet ripples
    with ����������(ing) remnants of a throttled love.
    Speaking to me
    in hushed shades of grey,
    it rises to depart but only
    after gifting me a �������� souvenir;
    a casket of spurious subtleties
    wrapped in tinsel of haunting silence
    and adorned with a ribbon of benumbing pain.


    ~Gʀɪᴇғ | ���� ������ℯ����ℴ��ℯ�� ℊ��ℯ����.

    ©antheia_
    117~21

    Very grateful❣️@writersnetwork

    Beyond grateful! �� @miraquill

    Edit~ *Behind my stash of lilies credited to @/rlsterlingpoetry
    **Violet ripples~ @/libbyjenner.poetry
    ***Spurious subtleties~ Well, I am unable to locate his/her name from my rickle of bookmarked pages.
    (Sorry for crediting these poets late, I owe it all to my laziness).

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    ℯℴℯ ℊℯ

  • wilmaneels1 11w

    Grief is like an all weather jacket
    That you carry with you every day
    Anything can trigger it
    It is not something you just shelf and forget about

    A silent companion that mimic your footsteps
    ©wilmaneels1
    ©06112021

  • crystal_snow 11w

    Grief is like the night sky on my shoulders.
    You think it's lovely, but it isn't.
    The moon bleeds my scars
    And the stars hold all pain.

    ©crystal_snow
    6.11.21

  • darkestaura 11w

    Grief is all i feel when I think back of my past which always is a barrier to look beyond, struck in between somewhere of nowhere.
    ©darkestaura

  • nirvanabharga0 11w

    Happy reading ❤❤
    Thank you for the ♡ @writersbay


    At the crevasse of my gloom,
    cracks are scintillating
    as ur crescent smiles.

    In the gyre of ur benevolence,
    my coldest night's
    resuscitating as vivid dawn.

    ©nirvanabharga0



    #hyperbole #wod #pod #griefc @miraquill @writersnetwork @writersbay #shewrites #poesy #love #thankyou_deva

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    At the crevasse of my gloom,
    cracks are scintillating
    as ur crescent smiles.

    In the gyre of ur benevolence,
    my coldest night's
    resuscitating as vivid dawn.

    ©nirvanabharga0

  • nirvanabharga0 11w

    Happy reading❤

    Thank you for the ♡ @writersnetwork @writersbay

    Grief is the taciturn of tongue tied life;
    Swarming the obscured woes of unspoken love
    that's camouflaged beneath the savor of poesy.

    ©nirvanabharga0


    #hyperbole #griefc #wod #pod @miraquill @writersnetwork @writersbay #shewrites #poetry

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    Grief is the taciturn of tongue tied life;
    Swarming the obscured woes of unspoken love
    that's camouflaged beneath the savor of poesy.

    ©nirvanabharga0

  • jlaine 11w

    If grief may be your dinner,
    May peace be your dessert.
    Let God nourish your spirit
    And famish every hurt.

    ©jlaine

  • shreyah 11w

    For some reason, I wish not to restrict this poetry to four lines. I want to write and write and write :')
    Maybe, consider this an excerpt from a poem in making.

    6 Nov '21
    _____

    #hyperbole #griefc

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    You wear weakness above your
    spectacles and carry two rings
    of emptiness on your fingers.
    Old man, how old is your grief?
    ©shreyah

  • joybirdpoetry 11w

    Grief is like frequency, amplitude and velocity
    Grief is like longitudinal sound waves through a wall
    Grief is like a heart missing beats

    Joy
    ©joybirdpoetry

    #griefc #wod #pod #writersnetwork #writersbay #miraquill Reposting an old one for the grief challenge

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    Grief is like frequency, amplitude and velocity
    Grief is like longitudinal sound waves through a wall
    Grief is like a heart missing beats

    Joy
    ©joybirdpoetry

  • inkandfable670 11w

    #hyperbole

    Blossom Blooming In Cracks.....

    In between the cracks
    of the brick wall
    Grew a plant of wildflower
    Unwelcomed,neglected
    And unnoticed,

    Lightly trimmed many times
    Many times cutted
    Many times plucked away
    By the owners,as
    It was deforming
    House's look.

    One day someone asked,
    After facing severe attacks
    How do you recover so fast,
    She smiled and said:

    If I was placed with careful hand
    In a marble pot
    And showerd me with
    Sterling rain, but
    One day they watered me
    An other day forgot(forget)

    Then what would I do
    While standing in the sun
    Then I have no choice but
    To face droughts,

    And one day when
    I get full dried, then
    they would uprooted me
    With disgusted heart.

    So I'm happy to grew there
    Where silhouette of sun
    Make me to recuperate
    A handful soil helps to restate

    Unbiased rain again turns
    Me into lime green
    Deported dust by deranged winds
    Make me their mate:

    They might crush me,
    My frail limbs and leaves
    But couldn't kill my
    Staunch healing will.

    inkandfable670

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    #wod @miraquill
    #griefc #writersbay
    @writersnetwork

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    So I'm happy to grew there
    Where silhouette of sun
    Make me to recuperate
    A handful soil helps to restate

    Unbiased rain again turns
    Me into lime green
    Deported dust by deranged winds
    Make me their mate:

    They might crush me,
    My frail limbs and leaves
    But couldn't kill my
    Staunch healing will.

    ©inkandfable670

  • shruti_25904 11w

    #griefc @miraquill @writersnetwork @writersnetwark @writersbay

    Grief is that hard shelled coconut, whose elements inside are sweet...

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    Grief

    Grief is a mud from which a beautiful lotus, i.e. happiness originates. Without grief, happiness can't exist. A newborn first cries, and brings happiness to his/her family. If mud wasn't there, the lotus would have sunk in those deep waters and we would have missed that beautiful charm of a lotus. Grief is that thorn which gave rise to the valentine rose . For each beautiful glimpse, one needs to experience the grief as well. Grief and happiness together adds to a novel -- Life. Life is a novel, which is decorated by its elements.. happiness, grief.....
    In short, Grief is the salt of a vast sea, inspite of its presence... Sea is always admired by the most.
    ©shruti_25904

  • waitaminute 11w

    Grief is alerting, that atleast i feel something about your departure. I am living , I am waiting for an upside down. And at the end of day, its helplessness, but peace for I am still living and feeling grief. Its better than days i didnt feel anything. I lied like a corpse stuffed with things but not revealing and relieving anything.

  • hallucination 11w

    So when the cosmos calls upon for me
    I wish to stare at your ephemeral ocean
    Think about the grief from catastrophe
    And drown myself in absolute remotion

    ©hallucination

  • writersbay 11w

    Today, write about grief. What grief is? How does it feel?

    Tag and share with #griefc

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    Grief is really just love. It’s all the love you want to give, but cannot. All the unspent love gathers up in the corners of your eyes, the lump in your throat, and in that hollow part of your chest. Grief is just love with no place to go.

    – Jamie Anderson

  • shadowofthoughts_ 11w

    unable to broach grief,
    I linger with no sleep.


    In thoughts, in shadows,
    in sunlight and meadows.
    I linger.

    Like a butterfly without sense of direction,
    Like a bee without any knowledge of nectar.
    I linger.

    Like a homeless wayfarer,
    Like skies dweller.
    I linger.

    In paintings painted to poise
    my destructive hunger.
    I skip no breathes,
    as I linger.

    In grief, I surrender.
    Like ghosts, without souls,
    Like a haunting house keeper.
    I linger.

    In darkness of dusk.
    In the pieces of dust.
    Barefoot, bereft of words.
    I stand and again I linger.

    With tender heart, but no mercies,
    with thorns and no roses,
    with nine lives and no life.
    All I do is, I linger.

    ©shadowofthoughts_

  • joybirdpoetry 12w

    Bereave

    I won't tell you that I'm sorry.

    The well that you have fallen down
    is to deep for me to reach you

    and the grief that has you
    anchored there
    is to deep for me to reach you.

    So I shall leave you be for now.

    I will let you rage and wail and scream
    and claw at the earth upon which you lie
    and anguish in your despair.

    But I shall leave you be for now.

    The angels cannot solace you.

    No condolences can solace you.

    No arms of comfort can solace you.

    Yes, I shall leave you be for now.

    Your grief is where you need to be
    and the question why obscured
    by a million fragmented memories
    and a womb that aches with longing.

    The angels cannot solace you.

    My condolences cannot solace you.

    Your adored child has been taken from you.

    And I shall leave you be for now.

    But just for now.

    Just for now.

    Joy
    ©joybirdpoetry

  • profuselypoetryly 17w

    #nostalgic #wod @miraquill
    #griefc. @writersbay

    Nostalgic Musing I’m consuming can sometimes be quite confusing…depending on the mood I’m in.

    This write was inspired recounting some true feelings after reading “Nostalgic Notions” skillfully rhythmically written by @lovenotes_from_carolyn for this challenge. This is my spur of the moment write which I seem to do a lot when striving to break from Writer’s Block….*long story short which is actually usually brief….go figure lol.

    *If you wonder what I mean by that….scroll to my previous post and take a leisurely yet seemly haphazardly read but ONLY IF you have the patience…the fortitude to take on this writers’ sorta dare. If not, NP😉

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    Nostalgic Musing

    Nostalgic thoughts tracing the lines of times in my frequently overactive mind.

    Tears brimming,
    some former memories still crisscross
    my heart leaving fresh marks.

    Should I give them permission to overflow
    or will they decide to broke forth
    to ease any intense sorrow?

    These nostalgic feelings are
    causing my emotions to sway
    in such a bittersweet yearning way.

    I’m caught in backtracking the tightest hugs missed my Grandmother giving.

    Previous conversions of
    beloved friends in slow mode reliving.

    Oh, if it wasn’t for my nostalgics weaving,
    I would continually stay struck
    in the beginning stages of grieving.
    ©poetryly

  • joybirdpoetry 22w

    Grief is like frequency, amplitude and velocity
    Grief is like longitudinal sound waves through a wall
    Grief is like a heart missing beats

    Joy
    ©joybirdpoetry

    #griefc #wod #pod #writersnetwork #writersbay #miraquill Reposting an old one for the grief challenge

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    Grief is like frequency, amplitude and velocity
    Grief is like longitudinal sound waves through a wall
    Grief is like a heart missing beats

    Joy
    ©joybirdpoetry