Guernsey Poets

We watched a small boat on the lake: oars dipped and rose, oars dipped and rose, and strollers, happy, I suppose, went by, each blind t...

Armistice Day And the café is two thirds empty. Vacant seats that evoke images Of men unknown Who drank coffee, made love, fathered ch...

© Kriss Lee I say hello to you every day But you no longer reply That breaks my fragile heart And I just sit and cry I say hel...

The old soldier looked down in sorrow By the flag he once held with pride To the valley that was now in shadow Where all of his comrades ...

Yesterday I saw you, A shadow walking, Wearing your sorrow Like a too heavy coat, Your face was pale And the sparkle had been Extingui...

Grief is a vulture silently circling, Circling in the air, Then swooping down at life’s lowest ebb To pick the bones of our despair, But...

Washed onto the shore, lifeless, that dear little angel such heartbreaking sadness, beyond words, and verse and imagine, beyond this trage...

You will be the source of a thousand thousand Heartrending songs and poems. For your small footprints never graced Any kind of promised l...

When there are no tears left And you’re in that grey, twilight shadow place Where grief finally hits you, You busy yourself with the triv...

Fire burned inside his head Stole any rational thought Flames leaving only dread His pulse would fall to nought Muscles tensed eyes clo...

Image Source: Trudie Shannon Grief - Trudie Shannon At dusk, with a blackbirds song and drizzle. On the table, the empty whiskey bottl...