#condolence - Hello Poetry

Condolences can be a battle: whose loss, whose -- sorrow is greater?

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Mar 2, 2025

Mar 2, 2025 at 3:34 AM UTC

Zywa

[ Condolences can ]

Condolences can be a battle: whose loss, whose -- sorrow is greater?

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Yesterday, It was a heavy weather. We barely could breathe. Today, It is a grey weather. We just breathe. We never talked but to ourselves. A lot. Gloom searches for Lights but never finds them. Whom to blame but the oneself?

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Feb 25, 2023

Feb 25, 2023 at 8:20 AM UTC

bloomer

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Yesterday, It was a heavy weather. We barely could breathe. Today, It is a grey weather. We just breathe. We never talked but to ourselves. A lot. Gloom searches for Lights but never finds them. Whom to blame but the oneself?

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That flaming evening, their lives were at stake, Humanity was at stake. ended up in a, brutally tortured and tormented. They were bared, forced, left for dead. They cried, pleaded, screamed. Yet not a flicker of emotion sustains. We protest, sob, mourn. We hum, sing, shout slogans. But cannot feel the pain and agony, they had been through. Every mark made on them, on their body, on their soul are reasons to ponder on. You not only ****** out of hunger, You peel their imaginations like a shell, decays their soul, emotions, ruins their dignity, gravity, life. Those scars can never be healed. I feel abashed for being a Human. I feel sorry as being a noble Native. As I can’t make the grade to bring a change towards Humanity. I plea, I bid... Stop such sinful infamous act. Your mother, your father, your family can also be a victim. Our call for justice should not be disdain. Heat and fortitude of the rouse mob has to mould into consequent actions. Condolences to all those victims who have fought their battles for life.

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Feb 9, 2021

Feb 9, 2021 at 1:25 AM UTC

arindam-barooah

Humanity at Stake!!

That flaming evening, their lives were at stake, Humanity was at stake. ended up in a, brutally tortured and tormented. They were bared, forced, left for dead. They cried, pleaded, screamed. Yet not a flicker of emotion sustains. We protest, sob, mourn. We hum, sing, shout slogans. But cannot feel the pain and agony, they had been through. Every mark made on them, on their body, on their soul are reasons to ponder on. You not only ****** out of hunger, You peel their imaginations like a shell, decays their soul, emotions, ruins their dignity, gravity, life. Those scars can never be healed. I feel abashed for being a Human. I feel sorry as being a noble Native. As I can’t make the grade to bring a change towards Humanity. I plea, I bid... Stop such sinful infamous act. Your mother, your father, your family can also be a victim. Our call for justice should not be disdain. Heat and fortitude of the rouse mob has to mould into consequent actions. Condolences to all those victims who have fought their battles for life.

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my grief, a calm sea with me who's underwater with no air, no life hands facing the sun slowly reaching for my ship hoping i will float— heavy is my loss far from reach, ship is sinking a retribution my ship as my foe and her fall is my drowning untimely future and time stood still for— my ship, a broken wreckage leaving me wading salvation in death i swam for survival and no ship for rescue people did find me lonely hero with nothing but my sun-dried tears captain with no ship grief heavy like dead body rolling off the plank my ship, a ghostship where i am the only ghost and my ship's at peace "sorry for your loss" how much does condolence weigh to you—a stranger

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Feb 28, 2020

Feb 28, 2020 at 11:25 AM UTC

sampiph

Haiku #13

my grief, a calm sea with me who's underwater with no air, no life hands facing the sun slowly reaching for my ship hoping i will float— heavy is my loss far from reach, ship is sinking a retribution my ship as my foe and her fall is my drowning untimely future and time stood still for— my ship, a broken wreckage leaving me wading salvation in death i swam for survival and no ship for rescue people did find me lonely hero with nothing but my sun-dried tears captain with no ship grief heavy like dead body rolling off the plank my ship, a ghostship where i am the only ghost and my ship's at peace "sorry for your loss" how much does condolence weigh to you—a stranger

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Heights. I used to be scared of heights, Tarver. But when I'm with you, I happen not to be. I must have gotten used to your presence— it lifts me up to the skies. It must have been the meaning of safeness, security precisely defined in your arms. It must have been our hands, perfectly clasped like two human hearts stitched by a destructive surgeon. Fingers that walked with me in the zenith of all mountains the cliff by the streets the bay walk's beam and every single ledge we wandered on, where you didn't hold aback to watch me fall. So Tarver, I didn't fall for you. It seems like you were the one who did that for me.

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Oct 24, 2015

Oct 24, 2015 at 8:01 AM UTC

seekingsunsets

you tried to save him

Heights. I used to be scared of heights, Tarver. But when I'm with you, I happen not to be. I must have gotten used to your presence— it lifts me up to the skies. It must have been the meaning of safeness, security precisely defined in your arms. It must have been our hands, perfectly clasped like two human hearts stitched by a destructive surgeon. Fingers that walked with me in the zenith of all mountains the cliff by the streets the bay walk's beam and every single ledge we wandered on, where you didn't hold aback to watch me fall. So Tarver, I didn't fall for you. It seems like you were the one who did that for me.

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