A sorry stack of papers filled with baby names
Some crossed out and more that should’ve came
Abandoned they lay, collecting dust
Pain ripples through the words we cannot trust
Words that said there is no heartbeat
Words that said there wasn’t anyone to greet
Sorrow and melancholy filled rooms for days
It stayed like a stench driving us into a craze
Cards and flowers in a heap
Too many times did we think and start to weep
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Author:
Cheesencrackers (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: I wrote this for a friend of mine who had a miscarriage. I marked it as 18+ because the topic may be too much for younger people.
- Category: Sad
- Views: 19
- Users favorite of this poem: Demar Desu - 德马尔·德苏, sorenbarrett
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Comments3
wow this is powerful
Thank you for the comment, I’m glad that the emotion could provoke that.
This does what is the heart of poetry evoking emotion. A fave
Thank you for the support Soren.
You are most welcome
Shouldn't be too much for anyone - the pain is palpable..better anyone likely to qualify for that experience sees the possibility and prepares themselves.
I’m glad the pain felt real to you. The 18+ note was just a way of being considerate of how heavy the topic can be for some readers, yet I do agree it’s sometimes better to be aware. People are still able to click on it if they prefer because the topic is in the title, but it was just marked out of consideration.
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