Category: Poems

It came over me again,
this sudden sadness,
sweeping like a wave,
covering me,
drowning me,
throwing me again
into a grief
I couldn’t fight
nor overcome.

It came over me again,
just when I thought
I was already moving on,
carrying on,
healing,
rising from the depths
that have swallowed
me whole.

What do I do when they come?
Should I run or should I hide?
Should I lock my tears inside
where they could never fall?

Ah, but I have learned
there’s nothing I could do,
but surrender to the tides
that take me back to you.

And when the waves
have come and gone
they let me go when they are done,
Washed ashore, I carry on
To bask again under the sun.

The above poem is included in Jocelyn Soriano’s book for those who grieve the loss of a loved one “Of Waves and Butterflies: Poems on Grief”. Get it from Amazon today—click here.

The sun is setting now,
the day shall go to rest.
And the birds that have flown,
shall go back to their nests.

The sun is setting now,
and darkness looms ahead.
Our feet are weary, our eyes are tired,
We look for comfort that only night provides.

We shall go on our way,
trying to make it home.
Though we can’t feel for now,
the warmth that we have known.

Still we’d try to make it through,
we’d make it through for you.
We’d hold each other’s hands,
and love each other true.

We’d hold the hope we have,
until the morning comes,
We’d search the skies to find,
the comfort of the stars.

The above poem is included in Jocelyn Soriano’s book for those who grieve the loss of a loved one “Of Waves and Butterflies: Poems on Grief”. Get it from Amazon today. – click here.

How could an angel die,
an angel pure and small,
untainted by our darkness,
unscathed by our fall.

It was so soon to go,
far too soon to leave,
when he hasn’t seen the sky
to spread his feathered wings.

Where must an angel go,
if he must close his eyes,
never to see the morning,
never to see the night.

Perhaps he’d find another sky,
another star to see,
The day he says goodbye
to comfort you and me.

Perhaps an angel may go down,
to make us see his smile,
Before in heaven he begins
to live another life.

In this we hope, in this we pray
that even caterpillars may
become butterflies one day
to spread their wings and fly away!

The above poem is included in Jocelyn Soriano’s book for those who grieve the loss of a loved one “Of Waves and Butterflies: Poems on Grief”. Get it from Amazon today-click here.

Scars, people speak of them
as though they’re the most wretched thing
there could be,
reminding them of wounds,
reminding them of hurts,
bringing back those days
they’d rather just forget.

But the scars you’ve left me,
are not at all like those.
The scars you’ve left me,
are like jewels that I hold.

Those scars from you
are like fragments out of space and time,
they’re like portals
where I could reach you one more time.

I’d choose those scars over gold,
for gold is nothing without one’s soul.
I’d choose those scars though tinged with pain,
for I’d take the pain for all that I’d gain.

You may not walk again with me,
and I may not hear your voice,
But when I touch those scars,
I’m brought again to where you are.

The above poem is included in Jocelyn Soriano’s book for those who grieve the loss of a loved one “Of Waves and Butterflies: Poems on Grief”. Get it from Amazon today—click here.

Since you passed away,
I no longer live
In linear time.
I no longer see each day
The ordinary way,
Living each hour
From morning until night.

Since you passed away,
I’m often snatched from
The current hour
Snatched into the past
Where you were,
Back into that moment
When we can be
Face to face
And I’d behold your gaze
For as long as I could stay.

Since you passed away,
I sometimes move
Into the future
Where I see glimpses
Of what could have been,
You and me walking hand in hand,
In a different future
Where I never lost you
Where you were never gone.

Time is different for me now,
And I guess it would never
Be the same.
How could it be the same
When you have taken
Away my heart?

And thus I live
From day to day
From morning until night,
Moving back and forth through time,
Catching a glimpse of you
Beyond time
Beyond space
Beyond everything that keeps me
From going back to you.

The above poem is included in Jocelyn Soriano’s book for those who grieve the loss of a loved one “Of Waves and Butterflies: Poems on Grief”. Get it from Amazon today—click here.