In Memory
So tell me now, it’s been so long Since last time I did see you What is it like to where you moved This place that you call home now I must admit, tis often that I miss you So many times I think of you You always were so much more I miss you
broken heart
Into the wooden coffin they place me My bones cold and stiff Frozen now in time Motionless In my best suit and trousers A nice white rose and new bow tie My hair nicly styled Ready for the party am I A neet little dancer A party goer I
The Painful Wail
Consumed with grief I am, I get relief in no way O circumambient waters of the Ganges drown me Our land foments excessive mutual enmity What unity ! Our closeness harbors separation Enmity instead of sincerity is outrageous Enmity among the
LOVE AND DEATH
LOVE AND DEATH (Adapted From Lord Alfred Tennyson) The hour of the Universe' appearance was charming The flower-bud of life was showering smiles Here the golden crown, the sun was getting There the moon its moon-light was getting The d
Message From Above
As we look in the sky above we think of the ones who shared our love we remember the time when they passed away and we think of them everyday And when we look at the stars at
I Miss You
I wrote this poem about my grandfather who died from prostate cancer four years ago. He was my best friend. We went everywhere together. When he died, I lost it. But I kept my emotions inside outside the home. It's hard not having him around. Especially around the holidays. He died four days before Easter. The only good thing is he went in his sleep. Unfortunately, my grandmother had to find him the next morning. He slept in a hospital bed downstairs in his house because he got so bad he couldn't even walk up stairs. He went from being outdoors active everyday to laying in a freaking bed all day and I didn't even visit him because I couldn't see him in that state he was in! I break down and cry sometimes because it gets unbearable. Luckily I have a great family support system. But my grandmother and I get emotional together because we're very close.
WHY CLING
Why cling to one life till it is soiled and ragged? The sun dies and dies squandering a hundred lived every instant God has decreed life for you and He will give another and another and another
From the Bottom of the Hill
This was written for a certain Anne Sexton....
distruction
This are fragile earth Near miss from metours Will they hit are fragile earth None seen or recorded except one Into are earths orbit it did come like a flaming rocket Ball of flame It fell to earth With a all mighty bang blowing windo
Beginning of the end
In the darkness, stillness spoke word of a silent whisper with faint screams that sounded my soul. Fear sat beside me with a comforting hand as my heart struck hastily like a thief to gold. I rustled to stay calm but in the room of nothing was so
Angel Wings
This poem is for my late Brother & Father my they both Rest In Peace
Sad Fan
To a woman of whom I never met or knew. Never knowing it was her songs I was listening to. After hearing about the things that made her life so un at ease. Makes me sad to think she is gone and hoping she is at peace. I bet she knows now , w
no title
loss
two broken hearts
I dated my first girl friend and we looked at each other like we were in love! The way she spoke one night when she was only trying to explain her schoolar ship... made me think she was leaving! After a week of confusion and mis understanding, when she found out why i was acting weird she decieded to break up with me anyway!
I Miss you...
You fell for her but, the feeling wasn't mutual, she never loved you She didn't even cry a tear heartless b*tch who took your life She's a heartless soul, and you had no self control I miss you you took a part of me away, when you chose to end
Is It Real
For in this town many faces you see yet none of them remind you of me. You know i have been lonely for so long. Throughout the years you still see me coming through the doors. Asking how was your day and hugging me in his own way.
The Portrait
A poem making us realize what we loose as we grow old
Nations of America
The sorrowful day of 9/11 The day that America was brought together That is what we are We are a Nation Divided but together Nothing will seperat us Our Faith Our Love Our Compassion For our nation is the purpose we recognize 9/11 Every yea
Lifes Door
Just how things will be one day.
Noah
Rain has fallen in deluge Flooding is the bane of low lands I would build on a platform to float And nare be without a boat My dwelling anchored firmly Watch houses being swept by The water recedes and we descend To settle down in the vist
Love's Not Diminished
"The years have passed but the love not diminished.< Barbara That's because the other end of that love is anchored in Heaven" < me Barbara posted the first line in a graphic image on her grieving site and when I read it,the next line instantly jumped into my head which I responded with.Then I 'had' to write this poem. All of the above is my intellectual property.
Pulling You Down
For the loss you have had under these circumstances. My christian sister i am so sorry. For the headaches that you feel and darkness that over whelms you pulling you under. I want to lift you up i want to be there if you need me. I am
What other road
What other road could I’ve taken? Thorns were strewn on each! Relationships over, friends of centuries gone one by one, alone, whichever road and whatever direction I took my feet were bloodied. Those who see me wonder what am I trying to i
Loving Farewell
For Kimmy and Emily.
viking
Men of iron Men of steel Sail upoun open seas Square sails Vikings be Sail upoun open seas To distant lands Vikings be Raiders upoun open seas To coquor and raid To viravile land To raid to rape mortals of land To viravile to co
Applauses (to you)
These life experiences would've been enough for separating us You didn't leave myself to me You thought mistakes would never end Oh my, how efficient is her excuse Curtain of love fell Applauses are the final words of lovers to those who leave
Why
Why One single three letter word repeating over and over in my mind Echoing taunting like loud laughter in an empty hall Punishing humiliating destroying Why I can't shake it loose I can't hide can't make it stop make it go
"SPECTRES OF SORROW" 4/26/2013
This song will b on the "DEADMARES" Album
one more day
To have one more day Is all I ask To fill with joy To do the things I want Happy enjoyable things to do my list thingss to do All want to do My last sky dive A ride in a ballon Simple things I can do A meal on top of the shard To abs
Thorns
I made this poem when i realized nobody knew me to see my true heart.
Breaking Vamp
My husband drank himself to death. My21 year old daughter"(eyes that watched deer and squirrel run"died of liver cancer. I keep it out of my days or could not exist. All is kept in mind as it was except now it has frozen in the ground. There is no turning back. steaks that held all in place now stabs my heart.
Death Ride On
DEATH IS A LONE RIDER NOT PRIVY TO JUST STRANGERS DEATH IS A LONE RIDER READY TO TAKE YOU AS AN INSIDER DEATH IS A LONE RIDER WAITING FOR THAT SPECIAL MOMENT DEATH IS A LONE RIDER THAT HAS COME TO TAKE YOU FOR A RIDE DEATH IS A LONE R
The Hat
A mother at her time of loss of a child And a man who took delight inknowing the boy he knew by her look something was amis. When he did notysee the by he knew.
A love so tragic
It was summertime in the city james was sick of the innuendos he was lying in his soft bed soft light crept through the window thoughts of Cassandra raced through his head he thought of the love they shared he remembers the joy that once overwh
Dear Ann
Can you believe your death gave birth to me? Live or die, you said insistently. you chose the second & the first chose me. I mourn you. Is love the sugarcoated poison that gets us in the end? We spoke of men as often as poems, We
Because Greif I am still in today
This poem was written because my sister in law Pat Croston passed away last week from suicide. Pat and my brother lost there daughter 14 years ago at the age of 25. Pat never got over it.
Dead Poets....
laughing monosyllables/ echoes / Poet, the whole city sky palely flaming & spectral bombs hitting that patch of river I see from a park bench. Sexton's psychotic breakdowns & shattered taboos pour forth from a pewter
To my lost soulmate
I am a writer, this was penned one night as i thought about the only girl i truly loved, we were devoted. After finally getting together, we spent one magical day together, the next day i lost her for always and it nearly killed me. 16 years on i still love her as if yesterday. But this poem hides deep dark emotions.
Das Fazit dieses Leben (The verdict of this life)
Ich schaue in den Himmel über und Ich weine Insofern möchte Ich versuchen Meine Lieben nicht wieder zu mir Das ist das Fazit dieses Leben, das Ich sehen All mein Schmerz war mehr, als Ich ertragen konnte Und es dauerte eine lange Zeit für meine
"A FALSE REALITY" 12/10/1998
I wrote this when i was feeling down, I'm feeling down now. so i thought id type it here... this one is the 4th song on an album i started in 1996 & finshed it in 2001 The album title is called DARK REFLECTIONS........
I feel like my Grief is silent--2014
One month ago my sister in law Pat passed away by a over dose of pills,