Grief Poetry

I lost my wife in 2020 to a brain tumor just a few weeks after we had celebrated our 48th wedding anniversary. “Celebrated” is a word that springs back when pressed down. More subdued than earlier ones, to be sure, that last anniversary was nonetheless a felt celebration of a lifetime together.

Starting as a way to cope through the struggles of working in an underfunded system and the second hand trauma from her students, Katie Doehrmann shares her poetry in a raw and open memoir about her time working for a residential mental health facility.

Sometimes a man never gives his prospective on sensitive subjects like hurt, struggle, pain, and God. These are just thoughts and memoirs Leonard has had in his mind for a year.

In this collection of poems, Mary Lou Kayser guides listeners through some of life's biggest moments. Falling in love. Working through grief. Healing old wounds. Losing someone dear to us. Deciding it's time to move on. Coming home to our truest and most authentic selves. These are some of the greatest human experiences. Each offers new insights into who we are, what we most desire, and how we can live an exceptional life.

This collection of lyrical and thoughtful free verse poetry takes listeners on a journey through life's thoughts and sentiments. Everything from the loss of a mother to the ache of heartbreak is given a moment. Listeners can feel the beat of the poetry’s pulse and lose themselves in a life other than their own, while still seeing reflections of themselves in the poems’ deep waters.

In 2008, I was diagnosed with bladder cancer. I underwent two years of treatment, including chemotherapy, radiation, and surgery. In January of 2010, I had my bladder removed, and thankfully, I have been cancer free since then.

These are poems about conversations that we'd like to have with ourselves and with others when our bodies and minds are fraying.

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.

With his dazzling ability to set words spinning, Amit Majmudar brings us poems that sharpen both wit and knives as he examines our "life in solitary". Equally engaged with human history and the human heart, Majmudar transfigures identity from a locus of captivity to the open field of his liberation....

These verses twist trauma and grief into self-loving peace, a therapy cushion of words and doodle artwork. Come feel the dark so we can see the light again.

Shards are the chipped-off pieces and eroded grains of myself that I collected from my mid-20s, when I was almost homeless again (yes, again), through my 30s, when I fought through that poverty, depression, and grief to find myself as a survivor. A poet doesn't just love you for a moment. She lets you puncture her skin with the way you feel, lets it heal, and then rubs it now and then to feel you again. This debut collection of poetry by a Cleveland, Ohio artist tells stories of traumas, breaking cycles, sexy romances, and the bond between the poet and listener.

"Ex Oblivione" is a prose poem by American horror fiction writer H. P. Lovecraft, written in late 1920 or early 1921 and first published in The United Amateur in March 1921, under the pseudonym Ward Phillips. It is written in first person and tells of the dreams of a presumably dying man. In his dreams, the man is walking through a valley and encounters a vine-covered wall with a locked bronze gate therein. He longs to know what lies beyond the gate.

In this poetry collection "Ways to Say Goodbye", Anne Kellas takes the listener through dream sequences, abstract and imagistic poems and deeply personal poems of loss. The effect is a cumulative building of a quiet world of reflective resilience as the poet tries out possible ways to do what is almost impossible – to love and to say goodbye.

From the author's leather-bound book kept locked at the base of his bed, we journey through New York City, chilled farmlands and isolated cabins in the woods. Calloway's solid masculine approach is refreshingly original. We have all felt the warmth of the world around us and we have all felt the cold. This author holds our hand as he leads us down rich passageways of the psyche.

In this collection, explore a variety of poems depicting a time of loneliness, growth, and self reflection. How change can often be unwanted, and the feelings that transpire with overcoming it.

Innermost is a collection of both free-verse and fixed-verse poetry written over a period of half a decade about every emotion felt inside the human heart. These poems will transport you to a whole other world within the innermost depths of the human soul.

The poems of Dear October chronicle the evolution of the natural world and a daughter caring for her mother during the last year of her life. Months of the final year act as the scaffolding for the collection as they reflect on the 12 moons. The spirit of home, family, and mother-daughter relationship intertwine with the diversity of culture and ecology in Northern New Mexico.

This full collection of 56 poems reflecting on the concept of self, loss, fragility, and the constructs we must create in order to face the transient nature of life was named a finalist in the National Poetry Series, The New Issues Poetry Prize, The Four Way Books Intro Prize, and others.

A collection of poetry by Kieran Marsden.

This book is an attempt to create something beautiful from this chaos; to make sense of the things we dare not breathe to life. Focusing on loss, heartbreak, mental health, and the impact of isolation on a tired mind, these poems are the starlings that gather above the water. This book is the hope that we can learn to heal; that the future can survive the past.