Click in the field, then press CTRL+C to copy the HTML code
Ripples of Grief
A poem is a ripple
From a wave called grief
Never perfect with its order
But almost constant with its beat
One after another
I see them surge into the shore
Some can be seen clearly
But others vanish just before
If they only slightly touch
I hear a whisper of a rhyme
I don’t even try to write them
Because they'll build if given time
The strong ones crash against me
With a force that makes me write
Once down they then recede
And give me peace for just one night
No matter what I try
The waves they never truely cease
The ripples always changing
Small expressions of my grief
poem
by
Haley Akin
solid border
dashed border
dotted border
double border
groove border
ridge border
inset border
outset border
no border
blue
green
red
purple
cyan
gold
silver
black