Category: grief poetry

grief poetry · in memory

Stories.

Nitya Satyani-The Sunset EffectLeave a comment

Stories are my favourite.Each life is a book of tales to share.We are told some everyday.Stories oflove, success;failure, crime;greed, power;health, happiness;birth and death.Many stories that we hear,about the many people that we see.And the many that we tell about ourselves. But it's not the ones about the living,rather the ones after death,those are the stories… Continue reading Stories.

I Want You Back
grief poetry · in memory

I Want You Back

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8/10/24 I want you back.  It's a simple wish An uncomplicated craving  Neither treasures, nor followers   nor world dominance, nor the moon.  Just. You.  In the flesh; your hugs and your scent.  I want us back Who we used to be when we first began.   Not who we were at the end  Battling,… Continue reading I Want You Back

DERELICT
#poetry · grief poetry · in memory · nostalgia

DERELICT

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Picture Courtesy: Luis Müller ~ Unsplash Broken steps and mossy walls, Creepers running amok on a barely there rickety porch, An abandoned rocking chair, a torn tyre swing, Curtains of cobwebs,  Shattered windows and doors unhinged, Greens that look like they used to be bricks once,  Or...perhaps not.  A rusty lock struggling valiantly to hold… Continue reading DERELICT

I could…because you helped
grief poetry

I could…because you helped

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I dreamt of him once,I asked him…'Why?'He said, "It had to be so." I dreamt of him next,I asked him…'How?'He said, "You will know." I dreamt of him then,I asked him…'When?'He said, "You've got to take it slow." I dreamt of him again,I said…'I don't want it to hurt anymore.'He said, "It's not your choice… Continue reading I could…because you helped

The Void
#covid · #poetry · grief poetry

The Void

Nitya Satyani-The Sunset EffectLeave a comment

And when all this is done…And we're finally let out again,We will find…Our very own personal world,Our own Truman's show,filled with lovely people, we only somewhat know…A lot emptier than before! So many will have gone, without even a goodbye,The butcher, the baker, the candlestick maker,The local fruit seller, the news reader,A neighbour's friend we… Continue reading The Void