"greive" poems
Bronzed blade, raised in ire, abreast,
Foresquare to thy foe, attest,
Norseman with thy flowing hair
Howling, teeth bare challenge, there!
Somnolence now thy time of quiet
Quiescence to the moments write
Captured, soft, her sweetest smile
In rendering thy pain, worthwhile?
Wherever whence, thee came to know
Beyond high fjord, through iceberg flow,
From battle ground of dire plight
To reminiscence in the night?
Know thy words be justly spent,
Thy coiled emotions caste and vent....
Now worn as Talisman by we
Who greive this passing hour of thee.
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Jul 14, 2025
Jul 14, 2025 at 12:48 AM UTC
My fractured dreams,
A kiss, a cry, a greive,
Another relative splinters into moonlight
Another friendship wrought into iron and stone.
Dec 9, 2023
Dec 9, 2023 at 3:58 PM UTC
Am I happy?
I don't know.
I haven't been for the longest time.
But I think I feel fine.
I feel great!
I don't hate.
The sun is out, and I'm about.
I'm not mentally rushing my day, just so I can go home.
I roam around now because I'm not missing out on something.
The days do feel longer, but I'm enjoying them.
I don't ask myself when I can leave.
I don't greive.
I like seeing my friends, and the joy wont end.
I am happy.
Very, very happy.
May 7, 2014
May 7, 2014 at 2:45 PM UTC
im going to live my life and live it up
they are gone but im still here
i wil not wallow
i will not greive
i will celebrate the joys of living
cellebrate the time i have left
for what does wallowing and greiving get you
nothing
so be happy and live you life
be happy and have fun
be happy
Nov 23, 2010
Nov 23, 2010 at 6:38 PM UTC
when he arrived among us
in his dazzling golden saucer
we thought he was a little odd
his erratic tears and laughter
he wore his heart on his sleeve
for us he could only greive
but he wasn't human
he wasn't human
or was he human?
he went on desperate mission
when a child lost her balloon
he couldn't bear to see her sad
he searched farther than the moon
he put us all to the test
but alas, we were a mess
cause we're only human
we're only human
or are we human?
he saw a man hurting a girl
and he killed him in his rage
for daring to prey on the weak
but we tried him, threw him in a cage
we drove him out because he loved too much
Jan 16, 2019
Jan 16, 2019 at 1:43 PM UTC
Lost in a pool of darkness, A place unknown to me when it comes to you,I struggle to breath I struggle to voice my sadness or my greive, I watch in dispair as we drift apart like two leaves,having grown together on the same branch,now fall from the red autum oak and drift away, propelled by the cold wind of fate. As I look into your eyes I see hatred from where it blooms I cannot explain, we were the best of friends I was your clyde you were my bon bon we swore nothing would come between us,why is this hapning, why do you hate, me but tell me you love me I am confused I cannot bare the tension anymore its tearing me up inside I feel like my heart is being torn apart, I need to know where we went wrong tell me now I need to fix this ,for soon there will be nothing left to fix .
Jul 15, 2013
Jul 15, 2013 at 8:54 AM UTC
The gods do not greive for thier dead
for they know nothing is permanent
not their robes or shrouds or stars or altars or crosses
they will come and go
as light goes into dark
and dark gives into light
for they know from the first step
they take out of the void
and into names and prayers
when they will exhale and fade back into nothing
leaving only vague myths and flimsy fables
behind with their brittle bones
and they have handed down this story
and printed it on every crease and line
of every leaf of every branch of every tree
and left the equation of time and blood
and life and death
in every shed scale
of snake and fish
on every lost hair
of dog and cat and man
and the mystery
is no mystery at all
not really
the answers are questions
and the questions are answers
and nothing is so small
as not to matter
and no matter
has any weight
except for the matters of love
and love is all that is
and all that every was
and all that will every be
the mother of dreams
the robes of death
the keeper of time
the child of life
are all love
made from love
made of love
being nothing less than
being nothing more than
love
as we are all here today
made of love
made for love
made from love
and this is why
the gods do not grieve
for their dead
Feb 12, 2018
Feb 12, 2018 at 4:10 PM UTC
I kept hush of the trappings of your watered down spirit so their ears would not bear the burning news. The flickers of innocence flashed its teeth as we wrapped our pinkies around eachother for the last time and promised to not let go. Four days after you walked, I laid my soul for eyes to greive upon, for hungry dogs to ravage my remains, slobbering like there wasnt enough on their plate to fill their expanding appetite. I wonder if on the walk back home you saw a daisy and thought of how you let that promise become as spoiled as my remains. I wonder if you plucked it, held it, and said how ravishing it looked, only to leave it with pulled roots.
Apr 5, 2018
Apr 5, 2018 at 8:53 PM UTC
When a soul is ready, it sheds its ghost skin, takes off
its clear feathers like a rain. The doctors examine
and prescribe to my body, but no one says Greive
until the heart's faulty core, hung in curtains, can be rebuilt.
Nothing they give me fills the hole. Still my mind holds
every dream I had for you. An entire house prepared.
The tiles on the floor are cold. The hallway
of the maternity wing is fluorescent and cold. I am afraid
nothing else will happen. I won't die of this.
I'll just go on walking in the numb past, missing you
sitting in the chair by the window, knees curled up,
waiting for that one bird I grew inside to release his song.
Mar 17, 2015
Mar 17, 2015 at 11:57 AM UTC
How did thou waste on one thy soul should scorn
One that hurt thee and mock'd the morn
Lay thy head against my breast,
There I'll lay thee down to rest
Rest from thy world- siren that lure thee to ill
Work with a strong heart and determined will
Bravely fling thy cold chain that hath bound thee
For some good, be it ever so slowly.
Be thou content, as I, to know not see
To feel thy spirit, I would take
Tunes aerial beauty for thy sake
Alas! float into thy soul, so I could see
How to become All melody to thee
Til musics' soul, walked by thy touch, to wing
and mingling with mine would soar and sing
How mine thoughts like singing birds flutter and fly
with a song for thine ear, and a gleam for thine eye.
Love compels me to thy heart against my will
To echo from thy voice, come to me still
Thou to sing loves lullaby to me
Warm heart in thy dwelling, beat kindly for me
So passionately wild this thirst in me
To be all beauty and all grace to thee
My faintest blush, at thoughts of thee a crime
I count in vain the slow dull steps of time,
Careful thee, Lest thy wound a soul so rare
My heart to thee, Please have a care
Smiles can surer wound or heal
than the stars, whose light they steal
In voiceless rapture on thy manly breast
Could thou be lull'd by sweet untroubled rest?
I only greive, because---because---I see
Thou find'st not All thy great demands of me.
Mine a heart that Love Too tenderly and truly
Will break at last, thou prized me unduly
Though missed the beauty, Rare and Dear
Alone thou are, Alone I am, but forever Near!!!
Jun 29, 2014
Jun 29, 2014 at 9:28 PM UTC
Time keeps slipping past
I try to hold on,
But it sits like so much water
In clumsily cupped hands
I am the tip of a restless drill
Backed with the force of inevitablity
Carving endlessly through thick fog,
the blindness of what's to come
I am pushed, endlessly on
And when I look back I realize only
How distant now, my old reality was
And I'm pushed ever further away
Every moment begins and ends without consent
If I'm ready to relinquish one present for the next,
Every moment passed is a loss to the current of time
Which I Greive, yet I gain another
She remembers neither my glory nor sin,
In an unmarked world, I am born again
Jun 3, 2018
Jun 3, 2018 at 6:56 PM UTC
Don't give me greive I never had
Don't give me joy I don't need
I'd like to earn it all myself,if your soul doesn't mind.
Don't give me light to brighten my way,
Don't give me shadows to darken my day
Don't give me stars to shine so far,
Don't give me flowers that smell so sweet,
I'd like to do it all,
If your soul doesn't mind.
Don't give me your love if I don't deserve it,
Don't give me your hate if my pride didnt earn it,
Don't give my leaves to pick up and rules to set down,
I'd like my own free will,
If your soul doesn't mind.
If your soul doesn't mind,I'd like to be free,
Not trapped in cages with people like me.
I'd like to be a bird,don't give me your wings,
I'll gain them on my own,if your soul doesn't mind.
Apr 7, 2016
Apr 7, 2016 at 10:37 PM UTC
You may feel
Sad
And want to
Cry
But it wasn't yours
you have no right
If they choose
to not greive
you cant judge
for it was some
others loss
Jan 26, 2017
Jan 26, 2017 at 9:28 AM UTC