Grief Poetry

Clara Jean Beaman Walker was the third of seven children born to Cora and Clarence Beaman in Knoxville, TN, in 1910. Considered to be “Little Mother” by her siblings, she always gave her best to her birth family and to the family she created with her husband, John Albert Walker. Three sons came from this union: Johnny, Clarence, and Henry. A teacher at heart, Jean saw each child before her and helped them navigate home economics, English, and realizing their potential.

Esta obra es la esencia nostálgica que brota del rincón de mi existencia, las que presento en versos los que quizás muchos ojos leerán y al hacerlo no verán, mas mi voz gritara aunque quizás no se oiga, tal vez porque soy la simple lagrima que comienza a recorrer a ciegas y en la oscuridad los senderos de una faz desconocida. En cada uno de estos poemas me encuentro, porque cada uno formo parte de mi ser en algún momento de mi vida y en algún instante de mi vida fueron mi vida en ese instante.

NAMED A BEST BOOK OF 2022 BY LIT HUB AND THE NEW YORK PUBLIC LIBRARY “O is so full of music and passion for life . . . Zeina Hashem Beck’s poems unfold the abundance of our world.” —Ilya Kaminsky, author of Deaf Republic From a “brilliant, absolutely essential voice” whose...

In the early 1990s, eight people living in a small conservative Florida town alleged that Dr. David Acer, their dentist, infected them with HIV. David's gayness, along with his sickly appearance from his own AIDS-related illness, made him the perfect scapegoat and victim of mob mentality. In these early years of the AIDS epidemic, when transmission was little understood, and homophobia rampant, people like David were villainized. Accuser Kimberly Bergalis landed a People magazine cover story, while others went on talk shows and made front page news.

Sunsborne pitches darkly into another world. Often the world and characters is hazy, but ''Sunsborne'' is a true picture of the reality, conflict, and tensions. In the midst of a conflict torn situation there is love. Robin Wyatt Dunn presents an uncanny story of past and present, darkness and light. His way with language and its thick opacity create a stunning impact on the mind. If you are looking for ''meanings'', leave it. If you are looking for legerdemain stunts, leave it. But if you are looking for a fabulous world, in mythic settings, here it is.

Outside Gravity - Poems from a Personal Journey by Paul Burnore contains lyrical, crafted poems about loss, grief, and coming to terms with both death and life. These poems are seasoned by an international life and close observation about what really matters. In Outside Gravity, many poems grapple with the loss of a young son and the nearly crippling grief that followed. But this loss is balanced with broader reflections about death, along with a rebalancing of life containing love and the splendor of nature.

Wraith Like Me is the journey of a woman from childhood through her mid-30s. These strange poems chronicle her experiences with trauma, abuse, anxiety, and a bottomless rage. The words begin the trails of healing, hope, and self-acceptance (a story that will continue in future poetry collections).

This poetry collection deals with life, death, love, and the loss of a beloved, albeit complicated, parent.

Abrir el corazón, dejar que se desangre, así entiende Alberto Villarreal la poesía y, en este nuevo libro, rompe con todo lo que nos enseñaron sobre ocultar lo que sentimos y esconder el amor que no encaja en lo que otros esperan. Cada poema de Te daré el olvido habla sin filtros sobre nombrar lo que duele y amar con valentía, sin miedo. Es un testimonio sobre lo difícil que es olvidar a las personas que hemos amado, y cómo su ausencia se vuelve un eco constante en el cuerpo.

There is light...This collection of poetry is a personal reflection of the author’s experiences amid the Covid-19 crisis and the world around us. He watched the reports on television, spoke with first responders, and witnessed many who died from this horrible virus and the toll it has taken with families. Covid-19 brought out the horror of our society - friends, family, and neighbors fighting amongst themselves - but it also revealed those who love and care for their fellow man.

I am open; these words are my sutures. Shades is an attempt to reconcile who I am as a man, with a society that seems to be fluctuating and struggling at every turn. I show my encounters with family, religion, queerness, heartbreak, COVID-19, and politics. This is a look at my life in 2021, shown through poetry.

These Hands That Hold The World is a collection that deals with mortality, grief, and other matters of life. Through a mix of poetry and prose, Okoye expresses emotions of love and loss in a simple yet vulnerable way, sharing pieces of a broken heart while whispering to the listener that they are not alone. It is a brave polyphony of darkness and light and hope and heartache written in a language every soul understands.

This book is a courageous account that you cannot help but resonate with because it reveals a very human condition: suffering. It gives you hope that trauma is not an end point; positive change is possible. Loanne developed a unique way of working through her journey using poetry. Her poems reflect different stages, from the depths of trauma and adversity to healing. Using her hallmark humor to deliver difficult messages, Loanne has tied her journey to poetry, with self-help information to provide a useful and practical resource that is heroically relatable.

These are the poems that oozed out of the poet's experience and perception looking at people and the world around him. Most of the poems are on the themes of love, life, and liberty. They cover a decade-long time period in the Himalayan country of Nepal that was affected by the People's War. All poems carry emotions, human sentiments, and remnants of war, poverty, and loss of lives. Brilliant poetry, strong images, and very poetic!

Wenn die erfolgreichen Kämpfe und schmerzhaften Niederlagen des Lebens (im Alter so um die 50 - drei links, drei rechts, drei fallen lassen) auf einander treffen, Scheidungen abgeschlossen wurden, große und kleine Kinder aus frühen oder mittleren Beziehungen ihre eigenen Wege gehen, mehrere Karrieren bereits weggearbeitet worden sind, und es eigentlich nichts mehr zu beweisen gibt, und dann ein ordentlicher Schluck Hormone dazu kommt.

This is a literary composition composed for those who feel like nobody's listening. For my comrades, my mom and my dad, and my two sisters who showed me what it means to be different. For the drug addicts that fiend but still dream of better conditions, huddled with puddles on pillows with Brillos and pipes, not bathed or slept in days, high as a kite. For the single parents that struggle working doubles, taxing their muscles so their children can comfortably cuddle and sleep at night.

Welcome to the world of shadows, cloaked in perpetual starlight; its denizens are a mysterious and frightening breed. And sometimes, just sometimes, their eldritch whispers and murmurs can cross the boundaries of reality and enter our darkest dreams. Richard Groller and his troupe of dead and living poets pull back the veil in The Book of Night, revealing the terrifying denizens of the shadows.

There is a quality to the darkest of dreams, not unlike that of a frightening and disturbing poem. Each bleeds fear, breathes mystery, and allows us to see nightmares with a secret eye. Michael’s newest collection of poetry, When the Night Owl Screams, offers up to 105 chilling poems that worm their way through the fever dreams staining your subconscious. Remember...you were warned.

Poems that go from depression, death, and destruction to healing, love, spirituality, and life. Listen to 105 sonnets divided into four categories: Roses and Prickles, Spirits and Souls, Places, and Contemplations.

Through its 211 interwoven poems, this double-tiered recursive crown of sonnets takes the listener on an epic journey to the heart of mankind’s would-be nemesis - herself - and back again. Does her destiny await in the unexplored depths of the cosmos, or in a toxic wasteland of her own making? Does she have the will to shape her own future, or is she a slave to her myopic wants and impulses?