Grief has taught me that loving is extraordinary similar to living: maybe, two lines in the same poem. I share these brief poems about grief to highlight the not-so-morbid ideas that death is part of the circle of life; that without an end, something couldn’t begin; and maybe circles don’t really have endings or beginnings, just continuations.
“Where there is love, there is life.” – Mahatma Gandhi
Without death, life would not be complete. There is a continuation that must happen in order for life to round itself out. Perhaps this is what death offers: continuation. It feels like loss to the living, but what the word “living” really means is up to the one who has lost.
For me, death is part of life in such a way that its meaning goes far beyond abrupt endings and eternal grief. It seems that we are going back to where we once were, before birth, maybe home.
I can never write the undeniable truth. I am human, my memory limited to this lifetime. I came from somewhere and I am going somewhere, but I can’t quite remember with full confidence the nature of this place.
Since my brother’s death, I have been dreaming of what wholeness means, of what living means, and of where dying brings us. Not necessarily morbid: the nature of being alive consciously; a topic to shed light on, even if you can never know the absolute truth until you arrive.
In any case, if you are grieving, may these poems about grief be consolations for the heart and soul, a memory of home, a faint shimmering truth.
4 Poems about Grief
1. We walk home, some of us make it there first.
Your death has left
a homesickness in me.“Love is an engraved invitation to Grief.” — Sunshine O’Donnell #grief tweet this
2. When in the dark, open a window. Let the moon speak.
“Your body is away from me
but there is a window open
from my heart to yours.
From this window, like the moon
I keep sending news secretly.”
Read this next: grief affirmations to honor your healing heart.
3. Grief is still love – it is just… different.
maybe not love with
nowhere to go;
maybe love that
looks different than
what you thought you knew.“Grief is isolating, but it never leaves you alone. In the moments we wake up crying, the car rides with tears streaming, grief is our companion. When everyone moves on, forgetting our loss, #grief remembers.” — Laura Coward tweet this
4. Grief is another language.
I have not heard your voice in years,
but my heart has conversations
with you every day.“There is no grief like the grief that does not speak.” — Henry Wordsworth #grief tell a friend
Something else about grief that might give light: a poem for the healing heart: lost and found (again).
If you would:
What has been a consolation for you in seasons – or lifetimes – of grief?
In the comments below, share the poems about grief that spoke to you, any truths you’ve peeked at, any stories or healing words with me.
Shed light on someone’s darkness by sharing these poems with them today.
A little light can ease your way back home.