When The Reaper Comes For You
Are you next on my list?
Water, Trees, Wind, Emptiness
This is a (probably bad) translation by myself of a poem I wrote in my native tongue. I don't know if it even becomes anything near to a poem in English. But I post it anyway.
Making a Choice
This poem is about suicide or thoughts of wanting to kill themselves or harm themselves or others. There are many reasons people tend to commit suicide. Down on life, relationship problems, bullied or abused both mentally and physically. This short poem is meant to anyone who might be thinking of hurting themselves or anyone else. The person in this poem is crying out to God to kill him, he cries out all night long and cries through the night. When he see's the sunrise he realized God din't kill him. So he was angry at God and yelled and screamed at him. He wanted to know why he didn't kill him. And God told him he had a choice as did every human he made. He could harm himself and his soul lost forever or he could recieve his gift and join him in heaven. What will your choice be?
Hero Worship & Mortality
Johnny Callison was a star right fielder for the generally hapless Philadelphia Phillies of the 1960's. As a baseball-crazed youngster, I idolized the gifted left-handed slugger. My trusty transistor radio was tuned in to all Phillie game broadcasts
Darkness Welcomes Me.
I sleep some and then I wake. Wake is asking and questioning. Shall I go or laugh at the questions? The feeling with the question or the feeling that keeps me here! I do not dream, I only feel. There is no color or faces, it is just the feel
Remember (Happy Happy poem) LOL
Remember me as you pass by, For as You are now so once was I, as I am now so you shall be, prepare for death and follow me.
The Great Adventure
What great adventures lay beyond This world that we can see One step outside this world we take When death to us comes near We should not with fright greet The harbinger of death But gladly embrace all he brings On this brand new journey beg
My Mind
Where is it gone, come back to me now. I'm lost without you, I don't know how, life will continue, but not sure I can, I need you so badly, I'm only half a man. Your loss is everything, I hope it wasn't only a fling, return to me, and I
Together forever
This poem is for my late husband my jon x who was taken from me 6 years ago this december he was 52 years old and i love him so very much, I did write this poem not long after he died but its been kept in a draw till now on a very tear stained piece of paper. I know that i'm not the only person to lose a loved one so i know my jon would agree with me when i say, that this is for all the people who have loved and lost. x catra
A Day On The Beach
Warm, inviting Your beach calls out to me A cool breeze whispers of your presence I turn to look but you're not there I turn again and walk alone Another breeze whispers your name And you are with me once more
PEACE
WROTE THIS AT THE LOSS OF MY MAM...BEST FRIEND WHO MADE ME WHO I AM... SHE WAS AND IS A GUIDING LIGHT IN MY LIFE
A Shadow To The World
I wrote this poem, not really for myself, but for a girl who feels like she has nothing to look forward to anymore and just... feels completely empty. In the end it talks about a new life about to be born, when in reality, you'd think that meant a baby or something... Nah, it basically means death--turning into something beyond our world right now, like an afterbirth kind of thing.
TO MY LATE GIRLFRIEND
to my woman who means a lot to me till her untimely death....
Another Rose
A FB friend lost her mother last week so I wrote this.
Dark Night
Twenty-four dark years rain down on Batman’s cave and bullets cloud summer. Pandemonium! Life’s delicate balance lost. Summer tears stream down. I am not surprised, says son's mother, reported. Summer reign shocks world.
"Let me go"
Let me be not the anchor that keeps your heart, the ship at a port of misery. As I sail away upon the seas of the after life, may hope be the wind that kisses my sails. Watch me go into the sunset not with tears of loss but with a smile that
No Title
These are my Brother's words and their meanings are for the reader to decide. I feel their sadness!
Rules For Grieving
Rules For Grieving There are no rules for grieving, For it's a fight against believing In God and in yourself also, Sapping your will,it won't let go. It is a fight for heart and soul, To take back what Satan stole, For he will confuse w
gone so soon
My son
DEATH
THIS POEM WAS WRITTEN DURING MY GRIEF WHEN MY HUSBAND PASSED AWAY IN 2004
Prison
Here I sit inside these walls A prison not of my making I stare out through shuttered bars The world revolves around me All you see is a broken shell My chin has drool dribbling There is no way you I can tell Inside this shell here is me
We'll say no 'goodbyes'.
A sonnet written on the death of a friend, for in the sweet by and by, we'll meet again.
Never want to stop hoping
Kind of depressing and a little ... I don't know it just feels young to me. I wrote this a year after my grandma passed away.
Shadow
I wrote this when my father died, 5years ago
As I Lie Dying (A Different Look)
A look from a different direction
The lonely boy (WWII)
I wrote this poem at the age of 13, i was obsessed with war and i wrote many others
An Ode ToMy Friend And Boss
I wrote this poem a number of years ago in tribute to a man who was not only my boss but also my friend.He was a quiet genius in electronics and one of the earliest developers of cable TV. At one time he owned 9 systems in 4 states. Since this is Memorial Day I thought it fitting to post my poem.
I AM
A friends suicide, stirring up memories of others who took the same path and how i relate that to the path i choose for myself
The Wish of Heaven in the Sky!
As one grows older the spirits of our loved ones pass us by! Tis the old Question, is there life after death? In a land of paradise or does the cloak of darkness just consume us and we are no more?
The Grave
The woman slowly through the graveyard walks, She stops a while and at a grave she talks, Oh Jimmy! oh Jimmy! oh why did you go, You were my joy oh didn't you know, On her face she wears a frown, The sky so soft on her looks down, The drizzle
Sandy Miles
Sandy miles I have walked Trying to sort all my thoughts Why God took you away from me Just something i couldnt see I knew your pain felt your darkness To live you took the risk How i ache to touch you once more but God well He showed you th
Loss and Love
Mourning the loss of my cat...may a new star be born this evening..
Fractured
Like an earthquake, tragedy and death hit without warning, but love too like life is precious and eternal as each day is so long and we remember those taken away from us will live on in our hearts.
The drunk
Something a lil different..
A War?
Sweeping on
Death It Shall Be
another poem written by my brother, he gave it to me to share here with my CS family, hope you guys like it.
Live your life
dealing with the pain of loosing someone
dad
this i wrote in march for anniversary of my dad`s death,still miss him so much ,i was his blue eyed little girl nd his was my hero
Knock, knock......
We have all wondered about death, and when it knocks on our door.
Solitary Owl
In Memory of my friend, Danie RIP 31/03/2008
Coming Back Down
i lost my girl friend 3 years ago, in a car accident
a life that once was
ode to a baby chick that died this morning.