DEATH BEHOLD
Dedicated to Liz for her poem about Death got me inspired ...thanks
Death.
Death
Eternity
written for a friend who was just told she has three months leftt to live
MISUNDERSTOOD
This poem is about,loss in my life.I wrote it when I was down and was looking at some poems on line.I'm the one that wrote this,and I don't think it is all that good.But it did come from the heart n how I felt then,and I still think back all the time.But this is how I am,I have alot in my head and maybe I think too much.But this is me and that's it.
which path will i take
Into these poems I put my thoughts My feelings The why life has led me on Should I go this way or the other path way Which is best the left or the right path way My future I do not know what is instore only the future will no I know my pa
Paw Prints On My Heart
This was for Gino,a ferret, I first met at a ferret rescue event. He was a dark eyed white. He had been so badly treated by children ( flung around by the tail, etc) and I guess he finally bit so they cut his canine (eye) teeth off. OUCH! Poor little boy. He was totally deaf and blind in one eye. You would think he would hate people. But no, he was the sweetest, most loving little thing you ever saw. The last three years of his life he never saw a cage. He shared the cat's litter box, and sometimes bed lol. Gino used to get in my purse and go out with me, and oh he loved the grass. he would roll and roll. I just know that over the Rainbow Bridge somewhere Gino is playing in some big green field.
The Old Man
Shortly after I first left home, (many, many moons ago lol), I was livig in Montreal in a little apartment, in an old house, on the 2nd floor, with the kitchen table set in bay windows overlooking a park. I spent a lot of time sitting at that table and this poem is a true story. It was almost 6 months later that I wrote it, and I actually had it published in one of the Eastern Townships Newspapers.
"Damaged Mind...Broken Soul"
written last night with a profound sense of grief and sympathy for the families directly impacted by this incomprehensible act of violence (two additional verses not included here)
In Memory of Sandy Hook School
Shortly after I lost Momma I was online going through poetry pages and I came across this. The poem itself is amazing but it was the picture behind it. It could have been the farm I grew up on ... the lake, the little island everything was perfect. Shivers went up and down my spine and I knew Momma was still with me. I have kept a copy of this with me ever since and shared it with many who have have needed it.
the 26 angels
We let down our guards, in these uncertain times. 20 little angels, gentle, meek & mild. full of such promise, and so full of life. a vision of innocense, taken & lost in our precious sight. 6 guardian angels, wings opened wide. shielding with lo
The Dash
August 19, 1933 - May 23, 2010 is what the tombstone read If I could talk to them today I wondered the words that would be said What a life, an adventure t
once more....
for 20 innocent children from Sandy Hook Elementary, Connecticut and the adults who tried to protect them. may something good come from the flood of tears shed for you
Remember
Roses are red violence is blue, we are all single and theres nowt we can do. :)
9701
Its hard enough trying not to cry, but the tears burn right through my eyes. As this empty void becomes a deeper hole I begin to realize. That if I could just hold her tight, and tuck her in her bed at night. Keep her safe and warm and all her
Desert Rose
Fallen but never forgotten
Forget
Its good therapy to share with a group Im told...Cheers
Redemption
Once in the grey yearning And awful lonliness Of widowhood I thought That if a woman climbed in my bedroom window I mignt pass out. Now I know That if one did I would. consy
Good Bye Dear Friend
In memory of a very special woman: Donna W. Dear friend of 22 years. I found out tonight my dear friend had passed from an ongoing struggle with lung disease. The end came quickly and it's a reminder to us all to live well, laugh often and love without condition. Yesterday was the one year anniversary of the sister's passing. If there is someone you haven't forgiven in this life, do it. If someone seeks forgiveness from you, grant it. It's a win win situation. A moment of silence for all of us feeling the sting of loss right now. Blessings.
i appoligize for how i sometimes am
And i appologize for way i sometimes act,im just all alone in a world where everything i loved seems to never stay and makes it hard to sometimes not lose my way. Now in a new place i have to start all over again,as my soul sometimes cries for it all
TRIBUTE TO A DYING FRIEND
As told in the poem, a true story.
Questions I'D Like to Ask Death
A bit strange these thought came to me as I waited to fall asleep so I wrote them down
Why, I Ask
This is not reality ... this was written in a response to a challenge by my lovely lady
Resemble Them
Penned this, this morning as i go to honour lost friend and family
Joseph Smith and Mountain Meadows
Called "the darkest deed of the 19th century" the brutal 1857 murder of 120,men,women and children at a place called Mountain Meadows in Utah remains one of the most controversial events in the history of the American West. Many Mormons ordered,planned and participated in the massacre... The Vision was a poem written by Joseph Smith...
a borrowed angel
this is for a friend who died on saturday.
Death ' 101 '
I have read this poem many times since putting it to paper. Each time it brings me peace.
THE COLORED LIGHT OF WHERE YOU ARE
Dear Frank, impossibly beautiful poet, and my friend of the heart, dying unexpectedly, as was your always surprising ways, Aug 12, ~I miss you like the sullen empty sky must miss the gleaming stars awash the night... Wherever you are, I'm sure you must be outshining the rest...And wherever you are, I feel you drifting the corridors of our endless connected hearts. Dear Love, Dear Love. Dear Love.
O Tina, Our Tina
Tina was on another website. We knew she was sick for a while, and that she had just died. We were missing her, and some of us were really hurting, so I wrote this poem.
Hope
I wrote this many years ago after seeing a dear friend struggling with the direction his life was heading ... he had lost all sense of being and had become suicidal ... he had given up on life ... he had given up on himself ... eventually the situation became too much for him to cope with and one evening he after a evening with his closests friends ... he took his life ... I never want anyone to experience that kind of despair ... We must never forget that there is always HOPE ... without it we cease to exist ... This is for you Mark my dear friend ... I wish things could have been different
Attack on 9/11
Freedom's Call We stand in the cold rain Feeling the intense pain Watching as our brethern die Hearing their final cry Ashes fall all around Drifting slowly to the ground Each cinder a rising soul From an attack so foul Staring into th
~~~Mom~~~
My mom lost the fight to pancreatic cancer after a brave battle.. on June 4th.
I Got An Email Today
I got an email today It said an old friend of mine Had died today God had drawn the line And his weary body Was finally ready to cross His family is at a loss But just maybe His spirit is ageless I got an email today It made
Witness.
The empathy and isolation I felt for someone in pain.
hurt
it has been one year since Lyn's daughter, Addie, passed away at age 32. another angel fallen to breast cancer.
I AM Coming Home
poem wrote the day my husband died
Lost
I wrote this poem just trying out the poetry thing and I got lots of compliments on it.
Queens
for a friend.......too soon to say
For What It's Worth
Challenged to write a poem with that as a theme ...For What It's Worth
And Then Some
Soul mates
Lost
Cold an alone an nobody home Wandering down the lane of heartache an pain Lost...... Asking yourself the reasons why Life does make you sad an cry Lost...... Where are the one's you need the most To lighten your load of this heavy host Lost..
Heaven Seekers
24/08/2009
Broken
The one friend I had, who promised she'd never leave me like all my other friends have, lied. She left me. She deleted me from facebook, blocked me from Deviant Art, and just because I have had a hard time these past 6 years finding work. She assumes every single city/state is the same and everyone can get hired if they beg door to door. Friendship is not something you find in a store isle with a price sticker on it...you care about people because of who they are, not for what they have or don't have. You care because you have their trust and they're willing to tell you the deep dark secrets from their lives, not because they pulled money out of their purse to buy your affections. I must admit, she was my last remaining friend. So, I did cry, and hide in my own little emotional shell and I don't know if I want to come out again. Not if it means, more people leaving me.