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Poem: Spirits of the Dead

A poem for grieving, coping with death, healing Spirits of the Dead by Edgar Allan Poe I Thy soul shall find itself alone ’Mid dark thoughts of the… View »

Grief Poem: Annabel Lee

A poem for grieving, coping with death, healing Annabel Lee by Edgar Allan Poe It was many and many a year ago, In a kingdom by the sea, That a maiden there lived whom you… View »

Inspiration 20 Comments

“Sometimes you wake up. Sometimes the fall kills you. And sometimes, when you fall, you fly.” -Neil Gaiman Flickr Creative Commons / 55Laney69 Losing someone you love is painful. Grief is hard, a… View »

Poetry: April Rain Song 1 Comment

April Rain Song by Langston Hughes Image: Flickr Creative Commons/byJoeLodge View »

Poetry: Genealogy

From Genealogy by Gertrude Murrell DuPont Howland Image: The coast of Italy (Flickr Creative Commons/Spencer T.) View »

Grief Poetry: The Christian's Goodnight

A hymn for grieving, coping with death, healing The Christian's Goodnight By Sarah Doudney (c. 1871) 1. Sleep on, beloved, sleep, and take thy rest; Lay dow… View »

Poetry for Grief and Mourning 34 Comments

Poems about death and dying, love and loss, grieving and healing When someone you love dies, the grief you feel can be overwhelming. Some find writing poetry or keeping a journal to be a helpful way… View »

Grief Poetry: There Will Come Soft Rains 1 Comment

A poem for grieving, coping with death, healing There Will Come Soft Rains by Sara Teasdale There will come soft rains and the smell of the ground, And swallows circling with their shimmering sound… View »

Grief Poetry: Dulce et Decorum Est

A poem for grieving, coping with death, healing Dulce et Decorum Est by Wilfred Owen Bent double, like old beggars under sacks, Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through sludge, Till on th… View »

Grief Poetry: 1914, V. The Soldier

A poem for grieving, coping with death, healing 1914, V. The Soldier by Rupert Brooke If I should die, think only this of me: That there's some corner of a foreign field That is for ever England. T… View »