Haiku Poems About Grief | Grief Haiku Poems

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  Screams above the din

A moment of grief and loss

    A loved one passes

     The Fox:

1 the blare of the horn
     snooty hooves of  fire red coats...
     panting for my life

2 briar rabbit ears
     twisting in my angry grip...
     more tall tales are told

3 a hen in my mouth
     a farmer without his gun...
     life can be so good

     The Wolf:

1 silver sinews coil
     full moon permits me to speak...
     shivers for all men

2 my proud bloody coat
     clings to young Navaho skin...
     tales of my demise

3 the grind of tractors
     growl grief to my amber eyes...
     leave my land alone

     The Coyote:

1 mangy vermin shriek
     pelts darken with scarlet smear...
     ranchers open fire

2 mere morsels to munch
     lupine snap shears of warning...
     always last in line

3 roy rodgers singing
     cactus cattle and trail dust...
     my chorus off key 

Death creeps quietly in
often taking by surprise
one last gasp of air

leaving behind pain
sadness, sorrow and such loss
emptiness of heart

days pass by in grief
each becomes full of torment
as one struggles on

no light just darkness
no end is yet to be found
time they say will heal

for them left behind
no peace, just grief smothering
icy heart with blackness

written 9/16/2013

contest Grief

Don't know how to speak
To you get my point across
Calm & soft don't work

Maybe in the past
"Itching" & screaming got thru
To you now other

Ways are much too quiet
Perhaps you need to be slapped
A bit to get it

We're alike that way
Care not to be corrected
No matter the path

Disturbing to be
Wrong, off, bad, out of the loop
Don't like it one bit

If ugly screaming
Is what it takes I fear I'm
Not your gal at all

Help me to help you
Without any grief 'cause things
Change most everyday

The silent news spoke
Nothing of my grief, the fire
Came after the smoke

Children, grandchildren
Were'nt lollipops of the flames
Choking on prayers

The serpent's eyes red
Looked, and from our fortress fled
Staining just one room

With the ash of sin
Investment here of its doom
Without rain or tears

Throw the old things out
 Burnt furniture, wet clothes scarred
With water and dirt

Human life is more
Than grief can measure in loss
This, yet we endure

Carol, dear, and John
Give Candice my love's regard
We shall build again

The phoenix in us
Resist the yearning in dust
To fracture our trust

We rise, and we rise
The spark above leaping fire
Death is love disguised,

The balm of the skies
We believe and do not need
The germ in the seed.

Let old visions die
Frail vanity now disposed
Fresh faith from it grows

For in this despair
Our safety meant God is here
Life is only grace.

O Father Of Mercy
Wash out this grief you shower
Over me and the land,

Ring out the spirit
And Saturday our love's weeks
Like light through locked twigs,

Beyond the puddled boy
Crying in vain for solace
Sung all about him

With worried weather,
Arise in your emptiness
Head-high like the sun.

Stars are for darkness.
May each night blanket blessings
Down Heart's corridor

And the floors of joy
Shift shapelessly through lives
Like mud on apples

In a woven dreamland,
Floating as God's single thought,
Making rich your harmony

As the cross flies off
And the Bible loads squirt guns
And "grace" replaces "debt"

Replaces tongue and
Speech in swirling compassion
Viewed from your own chair

You made from pictures
And lightbulbs and fake noses
And dusty open cheer

Up! The baby smiles
Your world of grief has shattered.
Light has pierced the dark.

Streamers of grief run
Fly free from innermost lands
Spawn of pain from man.


(January 10, 2011  Wausau, Wisconsin)


(c) Copyright 2011 by Christine A Kysely, All Rights Reserved