Sympathy Poems: Sympathy can be expressed in a variety of ways. A poem or poetry is sometimes the finest approach to do it. A moving or beautiful poem can help you cope with your loss, and it can be included in a sympathy cards to offer condolences to someone. Poetry is also likely to be warmly received by friends and relatives.
These sympathy poems can be used in a variety of ways, such as a source of consolation for oneself through difficult times or as a way to assist and soothe loved ones and friends who have lost someone precious to them.
Sadly lost along the path of life, yet silently remembered every day. You are no longer in our lives to share, but you are always present in our hearts.
If I should pass before you, I’ll still be there to see you through, as every golden memory does.
If I should pass away before you, you’ll always have my affection, and we’ll be reunited in paradise, the two of us.
Those we care about stay with us. Because love never dies, and beloved memories never fade because a loved one has passed away.
Those we love will never be more than a thought away, as long as memory exists, they will live on in our hearts.
Although no words can truly comfort you in your grief, please know that you are in our thoughts and prayers.
Those we love never leave our side; they walk alongside us every day, unseen and unheard, but always present. Still adored, missed, and cherished.
Your life was full of kind gestures, and you were always considerate of our specific needs. Today and tomorrow, and for the rest of my life, I will love and adore you.
Today, we were thinking of you with love, but that is nothing new. We were thinking about you the other day. Days before that, as well. In stillness, we think of you.
We frequently refer to you by your given name. All we have now are memories. And there’s a photo of you in a frame. Your remembrance is an heirloom for us.
We’ll never part with it. You are safe in God’s hands. We have a special place in our hearts for you.
The tide recedes, yet brilliant seashells remain on the beach. The sun sets, but a pleasant warmth lingers on the ground.
The music fades out, but lovely refrains reverberate… Something wonderful stays for every joy that dies.
I scribbled your name on the sand, but it was carried away by the waves. I scrawled your name in the sky, but it was blown away by the wind.
So I wrote your name in my heart, and it will always be there.
Poems of Sympathy for a Friend Today, your loss is your entire universe; your bitter sentiments will not fade;
Call me at any time, any day if you need a friend you can count on.
I’m thinking of you and caring about you; if you have any sentiments you’d like to express, give me a call and we’ll talk about it; I’ll always be there for you if you need me.
We’re with you in spirit when you miss him/her, wondering how you’re doing, hope you’re surviving well and doing better each day. We are aware of the situation. We are concerned.
We’re at your side, in our hearts and minds, bringing you sympathy, encouragement, affection, and the strength to carry on with life when you’re grieving. That is how he/she would prefer it to be.
No one can truly comprehend what you’ve lost; no one can comprehend the cost; yet when you feel your vitality dwindle, you can count on us to assist you in alleviating your suffering.
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Allow us to assist you in coping with grief; we hope you will feel better with time. We can’t replace the one who has passed away, but let our care assist you in moving forward.
We’re thinking of you as you make your way through this. With the passage of time, we are praying for your healing.
We realize how much you miss him/her, and we express our condolences. Recognize that the pressure, the discomfort,
will gradually calm down. May you be sustained and comforted by your positive recollections.
We’re thinking about you.
Remember that your loss is shared by a large number of caring people, and that you are in our thoughts, hearts, and prayers.
May the love that surrounds you today provide you with the fortitude to confront tomorrow.
They believe grief diminishes with time, and that this, too, will pass. However, when you’re having a bad day, those sayings don’t help much.
They say that time heals all wounds, and I know this to be true. So, my dearest friend, hang in there with me, and together we’ll see this through.
We can’t believe you’ve left us; Every day, we grieve for you; it’s difficult to keep going.
You were always there to help and encourage me, When we needed a true friend, he was there for us.
We don’t know what we’ll do without our father. We are unable to comprehend.
You were our teacher and guide, our father, and you were so good and strong; your example will support us now and for the rest of our lives.
We’re trying to communicate; we hope you can hear us; expressing our feelings for you makes us feel closer to you.
Our memories of happy occasions in the past aid in the relief of suffering. However, our lives will never be the same without you; we will miss you every day.
You left an unfillable void in our lives; you’re our father and our hero; we adore you and will always love you.
The family tree has lost a branch. “Grieve not for me,” a voice says over and over. Keep in mind the good moments, the laughter, and the song.
When I was young and strong, I had a nice life. I’m counting on you to carry on my family’s legacy. Keep smiling and the sun will eventually shine through. My soul is at rest, and my mind is at ease.
Remembering everything, I realize how fortunate I was. Keep traditions alive, no matter how minor they are. Carry on with your life and don’t be concerned about falls. Keep your chin up, for I miss you all terribly.
We’ll be together again until that day comes. We’ll never forget that beautiful grin, loving heart, and warm embrace you always extended to us.
You’ve always been there for Mom and us, through good and bad times.
We’ll never forget you, Dad, since no one will ever be able to take your place in our hearts or replace the love we have for you.
Do you know where my Daddy is? I’m not sure where he’s gone. It aches so bad sometimes that I can’t seem to keep going.
I’ve heard he doesn’t look the same anymore. He doesn’t require much sleep. All of the IVs and drugs have been removed. In fact, he appears to be in the finest shape of his life.
Is it true that he and his parents are playing tag? What’s up there, way up high? Is he snoozing in God’s garden, where the lovely lie in hammocks?
Some say he’s always on the lookout. I hope this is true, and that one day he’ll come back to me and tell me, “I’ve come for you.”
Do you know where my Daddy is? I’m sure he’s fine, though it stings to know I won’t be able to phone him every day.
My Daddy is sorely missed. I wasn’t prepared to say my final goodbyes. It’ll never be the same again. I’m sure I’ll cry years from now.
I’m sure God is looking out for my father. He has me wrapped up in His arms, safe from all sickness and grief. Safeguarding him from harm
I’m sure he sees us grieving, yet he’d like us to grin and tell him about our time apart. Is only for a short time
I’ll never understand why your time here was so brief, but you promised that you’d always be there to catch me if I fell.
Daddy, I miss you so badly. But I hope and pray that when it’s my turn, you’ll come to get me, and I’ll see you again.
I suppose it was meant to be that your task on Earth was completed, and now you can enjoy your life in paradise. Has only recently began
I’m crying, and I’m praying. Will hopefully travel a long distance to see my adoring father Taking a seat among the stars
Poems of Condolence for the Death of a Mother Please, Lord, pick a bunch of roses for me, place them in my Mother’s arms, and tell her they’re from me if roses grow in heaven.
Tell her you love her and miss her, and when she smiles, kiss her on the cheek and hold her for a few moments.
Because remembering her is simple, and I do so on a daily basis, but there is an ache in my heart that will never go away.
So many years ago, Mother, you were just a little girl. You had your loves and dreams, and you kept an eye on us as we came and went.
You watched us make the same mistakes you had made before, but it only strengthened your bond with us and made you love us even more.
We haven’t always given thought to what you’ve witnessed. To us, you were just ‘Mother,’ and we had no idea who you were.
But we recall your life from beginning to end with affection, and we’re just pleased we knew you as a Mother and a Friend.
Our eyes are full of tears, and our hearts are full with memories. Every day of our life has been filled with missing you over the years.
We hope you found the peace in death that you couldn’t find on this side of the grave. We hope we turned out to be the persons you wished for when we were born.
Your love lives on in our hearts and minds every Mother’s Day. Our love endures every day because it is the cord that ties us. Your motivation pushed us on in our pursuit of happiness.
I get up every morning eager to begin a new day, yet the pain of losing you never fades. I go about my business as usual.
And as the hours pass, I’m reminded of you once more. I’d like to call you just to hear your voice.
Then it occurs to me that I don’t have a choice. Because you aren’t there, my heart is breaking.
Just to say goodbye, I’d like to see you again. To say Mama, I love you and will always love you, and I hope you’ve ingrained a lot of yourself in me.
I had no idea you were going somewhere I couldn’t go the day you departed. And now all of my memories of you are so precious to me.
But, oh, how I miss you and want you could be here with me. When I need to cry, who will hear me now?
It’s so difficult to say “Mama goodbye.” I believe everything will be well someday, and I’ll meet you again with stories to tell about how much you were missed and how far we’ve come.
And it feels great to be back at home. Until then, I’ll keep my memories of you close to me and pass them on to those who are dear to me.
Sympathy Poems For a Friend
This video is a touching message on mental illness written to a friend. I’m not going to play tug of war. Instead of tugs, I’d rather play hug o’ war, where everyone hugs. Everyone is giggling and rolling about on the rug.
A place where everyone kisses, everyone grins, everyone embraces, and everyone wins.
I was furious with my friend: I vented my rage, and my rage subsided. I was enraged with my adversary: I kept quiet about it, but my rage grew.
And I watered it with my tears at night and in the morning, and I sunned it with smiles and soft deceitful wiles.
And it grew day and night, till it yielded a beautiful apple. And my adversary saw it gleam, and he recognized it as mine.
When the night had hidden the pole, I crept into my garden, happy to see My antagonist out stretched beneath the tree in the morning.
Pooh is always nearby, and Pooh and I are always together. He wants to do whatever I do, so where are you going today?
That’s strange, because I was thinking the same thing. He says, “Let’s go together.” Pooh says, “Let’s go together.”
Let’s go together, shall we?
Taking a breath, gazing, seeing, and smelling That I could be resting, moving quietly, and feeling good right now.
That I could be this great at this moment, when everything has changed, when I’m serene, and when I’m awake.
If I were to live my existence as a catfish, in skin and whisker scaffolding at the bottom of a pond, and you were to visit.
In the shy light of November, or the powerful light of July, the friend who lives half in the grass and half in the chocolate cake walks over to your house. You either place your hand on her shoulder or on his shoulder.
When a stranger appears at your door, feed him for three days before questioning who he is, as the Arabs used to say.
My pal was someone I adored. He backed away from me. There isn’t much else to say.
I loved my pal, says the poem, soft as it began.
I had no idea you were fading from view, and I’m not sure I could have assisted with the transition.
You would have most likely made a joke out of it. Have you heard the story about the two donkeys trapped in an airshaft?
A report about our high school theatre instructor being evicted from his Carnegie Hall rooftop apartment appeared in today’s paper.
made me want to call you—you’re the only person I know who remembers his talent, beautiful looks, and self-assurance.
absorption. We’d laugh (at what haven’t we laughed?) and then wonder what had happened to him. But I’m afraid I won’t be able to call…”
Is it you on the other end of the call who is afraid to speak to me, stopping for a second to record my greeting so you know my phone number and last name haven’t changed?”
My dog has passed away. I buried him next to a rusted old machine in the garden.
Someday, I’ll be right there with him.
I can personally speak to the fact that dogs can sing (particularly while I’m playing my alto saxophone).
“There are listeners and singers among the dogs. My large dog sang so pure with me, puckering her ruffled lips into an O, starting with little, swallowing noises like Coltrane meditating, then swelling to power…”
With the poisoned fruit, the comb, the ring, and the robe, How much heavier will she be if I carry her draped across my arms?
Awful Ann, my first best friend, punched me in the eye. Sneaky Sam is my second best— he tried to steal my pie. Max the Rat, my third best friend, trod on my toes. Nasty Nell, my fourth closest friend, almost broke my nose…”
The sun shone brightly on the sea, and he tried his hardest to make the billows smooth and bright — which was strange, given that it was the middle of the night.
Sympathy Poem Of Comfort And Strength
People will keep going. Through hurricanes, floods, and hell, droughts and floods,
Whatever the case may be, we’ll do our tasks till the end of the world: We will not be stopped from completing our duty by a tornado’s wrath or an ocean swell, no matter what impediments are thrown in our way…
Trials and tribulations, usage and abuse, lies and deception, cheating and stealing will be endured by the people.
The Right has robbed us, and the Left has screwed us. Knowing that politicians are notorious for their sleight-of-hand, Our money, our trust, and the truth are all on the line. Betrayed, perplexed, and forlorn…
The people will not give up. Despite the doom and gloom predictions, we are committed to making tomorrow a better place.
We triumph over adversity for our children: Faith in a loving God keeps me going.
With commodities and comfort for others to borrow, helped along by neighbors who share…
The people will win. Where do our “leaders” come from? “When the big shots run out of rope, we shall continue to live in peace and hope!
This was the message, they seemed to say, as I skimmed smart words in a book today: Keep pushing forward!
You can’t stand still until you’re seriously unwell; else, like an unwound clock, you’ll get a terrifying shock.
Something will happen to startle you awake and say, “Move on, awake,” to your conscience.
Continue forth, or your spirit will perish, and beauty will elude your heart and eye. It makes no difference if you move slowly.
As long as you keep going up, up, up, into a finer atmosphere, where principles thrive and dreams are clear,
And Goodness and Truth have stood firm, and people to people have extended a loving hand.
For this shall be the measure of our success, the measure of all happiness in life: how far we have progressed; or how soon our spirit died!
A kind word, a smile, or a listening ear can make a significant impact in someone’s life.
The things that mar or bless The total of human happiness are not what we have, but what we use; not what we see, but what we select.
Things that are close by, rather than things that are far away, Not what we appear to be, but what we are – these are the things that make or break us, that bring joy or pain to our hearts.
These are the things that shine like jewels, like stars in fortune’s diadems. Not what looks fair, but what is real; not what we dream, but good we do – these are the things that shine like diamonds, like stars in fortune’s diadems.
Not in the way we take, but in the way we give; not in the way we pray, but in the way we live – these are the things that bring peace, now and in the future.
Not in terms of how much we take, but in terms of how much we give, Clarence, not as we pray, but as we live
Whose luck is better than ours by a long shot? It’s the other guy’s. Whose street always seems to be lined with flowers?
It’s the other guy’s. Who is the man who appears to have the most fun in life, with the fewest regrets, and who always appears to win his wager?
Who occupies the space we imagine we’d like? The other individual. Who is it that luck usually favors? The other individual.
Who do we aspire to be like on a daily basis? Who has more time to play than we do? When we grieve, who is it that appears gay? The other individual.
Who seems to notice the thorns we come across? The other individual. Who seems to be abandoning us all? The other individual.
Who doesn’t seem to feel the misery, the sorrow, and the pain that we are familiar with? Who has the best seats in the house for the show? The other individual.
And yet, who envies you, my friend? The other individual. Who believes he merely collects remorse? The other individual.
Who groans because he believes that if he could be like you or me, he would be incomparably happier? The other individual.
It will not be the things you accomplished today that will haunt you throughout the year; it will be the little things you didn’t do that will rob you of joy and cheer.
You didn’t say “thank you” for the good deeds done by a neighbor’s friend; you didn’t utter one kind tender word to the man who was going through a difficult time.
Also, the letter you intended to send today, It was not written by you; To those far from home – and blue – a pleasant note would have meant so much.
The elderly lady who lives down the street, whose loved ones are now few; A tiny bouquet from your garden, damp with dew, would have made my day.
These are the things that will torment you during the day and keep you awake at night; it’s the tiny things you didn’t accomplish that will cloud your vision.
Holding your own,” o prim little postage stamp. In such a charming and caring approach.
You will confess that you are “fixated on” your task—(is that slang?)—and yet you are not two-cent-imental.
I’ve noted with pride that you hold to a thing until you finish it, through thick and thin.
And, whatever your goal is, you will undoubtedly succeed because you appear to be devoted to it.
When I feel like shirking a duty or quitting the job I’m doing, I remember your tenacity and ask, “How did you do it?”
Is it possible to achieve what I’m doing with a postage stamp?” Then I return my attention to whatever is in my hands.
And with reinforced purpose renew it, And the aim, for which I set out, will be shortly encompassed, if only I, like you, cling to it.
True genius, according to the wise, is merely the desire to “stay at it.” A “never-say-die” goal is never abandoned.
Whatever adversaries it may face, it will be able to defeat it. And the vast majority of humanity’s lauded advancement is made,
Stamp it! If only the rest of the world was aware of your insight, it would be a better place.
The friends you seek reveal who you are. You can tell by the way you speak.
By the way you spend your free time, by the way you spend your money.
The clothes you wear reveal who you are, as does the attitude with which you endure your problems.
By the things that make you laugh, and the recordings you listen to on the phonograph.
You can tell who you are by the way you walk and the topics you enjoy discussing.
By the way you deal with defeat, even if it’s as simple as how you eat.
You reveal yourself in a variety of ways, including the books you choose from the well-stocked shelves.
I’ve got a “full moon” migraine, which isn’t surprising because they happen once a month.
I think I’ve defeated them, that I’m in command; and then it’s right in front of my eyes again.
It pulls me into the darkness, a region of seclusion, and saps all of my strength.
I’m compelled to live in complete stillness because sounds are amplified; I’ve been in this atmosphere for several days.
So far, there is no cure; you must “live” with what you have; just keep going since it will eventually end.
I try to be patient, to wait it out, to persevere, yet I secretly yearn for escape.
But then I consider those who are in much more suffering, who are afflicted with an illness for which there is no remedy.
I recognize my blessings, I’m grateful to be me, and I understand what they’re going through. Please forgive me if I grumble or am depressed, or if I feel as though this will never end.
Allow me to find comfort in the fact that change is inevitable, and I’ll be fine in a day or two. There will be recurrence; it’s been like this for years; nonetheless, I’ve survived these periods.
I’ve learned how to withstand them and maintain the upper hand, and I’ve watched my patience increase as a result.
I don’t let it control me, nor do I give in to the agony; instead, I put off any irritants. I wait because I know I have to or I’ll be upset. The work is always there and will wait.
Sympathy Poems and Quotes
The Remembrance of the good done those we have loved is the only consolation when we have lost them.” – Demoustier
Those we love and lose are always connected by heartstrings into infinity.” – Terri Guillemets
“You can’t truly heal from a loss until you allow yourself to really FEEL the loss.” – Mandy Hale
“And then I heard the angel say, ‘She’s with you every day.’” – Author Unknown
“The sun, the moon, the wind, the stars, will forever be around, reminding you of the love you shared, and the peace she’s finally found.” – Author Unknown
“Once upon a memory someone wiped away a tear, held me close and loved me, Thank you, dear.” – Author Unknown
“Say not in grief ‘he is no more’ but in thankfulness that he was.” – Hebrew Proverb
“As long as I can I will look at this world for both of us, as long as I can, I will laugh with the birds, I will sing with the flowers, I will pray to the stars, for both of us.” – Author Unknown
“The object is not to forget, but to remember to go on.” – Author Unknown
“Those we have held in our arms for a short while we hold in our hearts forever.” – Author Unknown
“Our joys will be greater, our love will be deeper, our life will be fuller because we shared your moment.” – Author Unknown
“Do not think of me as gone. I am with you still in each new dawn.” – Native American Poem
Side view of two sad good friends embracing in a bedroom in a house interior with a dark light in the background
“Gone from our sight, but never from our hearts.” Our thoughts and prayers are with you.I wish you healing and peace. I hope you feel surrounded by much love.”
We are so sorry for your loss. We are thinking of you during these difficult times.May my condolences bring you comfort and may my prayers ease the pain of this loss.”
“We pray the love for the lost is forever carried in your memory. Words can’t express how saddened we are to hear of your loss.”
“May the memory of [insert name] bring you comfort and peace. Today and always, may loving memories bring you peace, comfort, and strength.”
“My heart is with you in your time of sorrow. Wishing you peace and strength during this difficult time.”
“May the sorrow you feel in your heart lighten by the love that surrounds you. I’m missing [insert name] along with you. With heartfelt condolences.”
“Please accept my heartfelt sympathies for your loss. I am sending you this card to let you know that I am thinking of you. I am sorry for your loss.”
“What is lovely never dies, but passes into another loveliness, Star-dust or sea-foam, Flower or winged air.” – Thomas Bailey Aldrich
“What we have once enjoyed we can never lose. All that we love deeply becomes a part of us.” – Helen Keller
“Only a moment you stayed, but what an imprint your footprints have left on our hearts.” -Dorothy Ferguson
“He spoke well who said that graves are the footprints of angels.” – Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
“A great soul serves everyone all the time. A great soul never dies. It brings us together again and again.” – Maya Angelou
“If I had a flower for every time I thought of you, I could walk in my garden forever.” – Alfred Lord Tennyson
“Unable are the loved to die, for love is immortality.” – Emily Dickinson
“There are no goodbyes for us. Wherever you are, you will always be in my heart.” – Mahatma Gandhi
“Like a bird singing in the rain, let grateful memories survive in time of sorrow.” – Robert Louis Stevenson
“Never will I leave you; never will I forsake you.” Hebrews 13:5
“Blessed are those who mourn, for they shall be comforted.” Matthew 5:4
“For it is you who light my lamp; the LORD my God lightens my darkness.” Psalms 18:28
“Come to Me, all who are weary and heavy-laden, and I will give you rest.” Matthew 11:28
“God is our refuge and strength, a very present help in trouble.” Psalm 46:1
“And the peace of God, which surpasses all understanding, will guard your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus.” Philemon 4:7
“Fear not, for I am with you; be not dismayed, for I am your God; I will strengthen you, I will help you, I will uphold you with my righteous right hand.” Isaiah 41:10
“When you pass through the waters, I will be with you; and through the rivers, they shall not overwhelm you; when you walk through fire you shall not be burned, and the flame shall not consume you.” – Isaiah 43:2
“We pray the love of God enfolds you during your journey through grief. We send you thoughts of comfort.”
“May the love of God heal you as the burden in your heart abounds.” -Unknown
“May you take comfort in knowing there is one more angel above us.” -Unknown
Sympathy Poems For Loss Of Father
Old age should burn and anger at the end of the day; rage, rage against the dying of the light. This poetry appeals to me.
It expresses the usual emotion of most individuals who do not want their loved ones to leave and, if they do, at least fight for them, as well as being poetically wonderful…
In Heaven, it’s Father’s Day. If there is such a thing as time in paradise, Are you still getting up with the sun? Do you and your mother eat breakfast together? Have you started your day yet?
This is a lovely emotional poetry. It represents a father and child in a loving relationship. My father entered my life as an adult, and we didn’t get to spend much time together…
Do you know where my Daddy is? I’m not sure where he went. It can be excruciating at times. I’m at a loss for words.
In a years back, I lost my father, and it was a really difficult time for me. My father had been admitted to hospitals several times before, and I, a little girl of ten years old at the time, assumed he would be well this time…
Dad, I bid you farewell. A Father’s Positive Influence There is never a good time to do something. To bid farewell. Dad, I’ll miss you. And this is why: This Week’s Poem The Day’s Poem a tale that has been shared
My beloved father passed away on April at the age of 68. He, too, was diagnosed with pancreatic cancer. I was a newlywed mother of a toddler. He was born in Georgia to a family of nine children. He had been a…
My Exceptional Father We miss seeing your face; you were gone from us far too soon. Your bright smile brightened the room. Your glint in your eye and those cheeky dimples. Why, oh why, do we keep asking ourselves?
Countless times, I awoke early. I couldn’t sleep for the life of me. I was sitting in my room, staring at a picture of my father, and wondering why he couldn’t be a part of my future. Tears flow uncontrollably down.
I Can’t Accept That You’re No Longer With Us I despise not being able to see your face. save for a photograph on my bathroom mirror. But I like how it looks when I look at it.
I’ve been without my father for eight months. On August he passed away. I had lost everything. I was by myself with him. I was seeing my brother-in-law leave the hospital room, and I was.
In Heaven, a Poem for Dad I’m familiar with this individual. Who has a special place in my heart. One day, everything changed. It had been completely dismantled.
I read this poem to my family after my father committed suicide. I then chose to share this with our immediate family during his memorial ceremony. Any day when I’m missing him and it’s.
On Your Birthday, My Daddy The day had finally arrived. It was so long ago. When you were born into this world, you had no idea what you were getting yourself into. Adding a unique radiance.
My father died in some year back. He was shot in the back four times. There isn’t a day that goes by without me thinking about him. I Wish You Could Be Here
I’m missing my father. It’s been three months. That was a day I’ll never forget. Someone called to inform me.That you’d vanished.
My father died about two months ago. I can’t say it was unexpected, but I’ve come to know that nothing in life can prepare us for this gap. He stayed in the intensive care unit.
Acrostic Poem for a Father Who Has Passed Away Always and forever in my heart, On my mind all the time.We’ll be together again, in God’s time. The day you left, Heaven acquired another angel.
I am heartbroken for your loss. I was trying to think of anything to say in response to my father’s tribute. This poem was shared to me by my sister. With your permission, I’d like to utilize it.
Sympathy Poems For Loss Of Husband
Time will not bring you any relief; you have all lied. Who told me that time would make my anguish go away?
I miss him while the rain pours down; I long for him as the tide recedes.
You were taken home by God five days ago. For 38 years, he has given you to me to love. You were a hero to me. You were my safety net, my buddy, my lover, my companion, and my provider. My heart has been broken by the loss of your love…
Now that you’ve vanished, I’m looking for you. The lights of eternity flicker. In the distance, there was a star.
What happened to you; why did you die?
Thank you very much for your lovely poetry and encouraging remarks. My wonderful husband and soulmate died unexpectedly two weeks ago at the age of 50. I’m 30 years old. To me, he was everything, so loving,…
Loneliness And Grief Following the Death of a Spouse I’m sitting alone in the gloom of sadness right now.
My tears are silent while I cry. My heart has been shattered into a million small fragments. To my ears, the silence is deafening.
I lost my hubby, about a year ago. We had been together for 13 years and had been married for three years. We’ve been through it all before, for better or worse, in illness and in health…
When everything seems to be a fog and I can’t believe I’m living without you and you’ve been gone from me,
Thank you for expressing my sentiments. I recently lost my husband and am unsure of what to do or how to feel. I understand that life is meant to be lived, and I must summon the fortitude and bravery to keep going…
After the Death of Your Husband, Write a Poem I reached across to you as I awoke this morning.
I recalled you weren’t there. So, what am I going to do now?
Since you’ve been gone, I’ve woken up every day, drinking coffee and feeling empty and alone. There was no one to talk to about the things we used to chat about. Every day, I make an effort not to be depressed. Trying to keep myself occupied,
Poem for Mourning A Spouse’s Death I’ve only recently lost you, and the pain is unbearable. Is it necessary for me to go through life knowing you aren’t present? Someone please explain why he had to leave. Are there any reasons, and if so, what are they?
My husband died three months ago. My heart still hurts as much as it did the day he died. He wasn’t sick, and he was taken from me unexpectedly. That, I guess, is the most difficult aspect. I didn’t have time to…
You’re gone, and all that’s left are memories, memories that bring me to tears and quiet.
I miss your strong arms and the sound of your snore filling our room at night.
My spouse died, after a five-year battle with Lewy Body Dementia. Seeing him slide downhill with my two teenage sons, missing their high school graduations…
Why did He separate you from me? You’ve been torn away from my side, where you should be. We lived together for 46 years, growing stronger than we had started.
Many of your loss tales resonate with me, my husband of over 35 years passed away. For two years, he heroically battled cancer. He was an incredible man, a fantastic spouse, and a…
The sun shone through the blind when she awoke this morning. When she looked in the mirror, something occurred to her.
I awoke this lovely morning to discover you’re two hours away, unwell, and unable to play. I prayed to God to keep you safe and to heal you of all your troubles and illnesses. A…
After the death of my husband, I felt a terrible emptiness. Fifteen years of bliss was insufficient to prove to the world that you were mine. There are no words to describe how sad I am, how alone I feel without you; it doesn’t feel true.