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.
The Old Oak Tree
The old Oak tree was in pretty bad shape. It had been hit by lightning in 78. Kids climbed on it and broke some branches. About 50 feet away there was a wild cherry, it's bark was very smooth and it's leaves so green. Every year it m
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
gone so soon
My son
Your Grieving Heart
Your Grieving Heart When you first meet your grief Do not expect to feel any relief, It is a wild animal that devours Your heart and soul for endless hours. Do not attempt to stay the beast, But let it enjoy it's evil feast, While you feel
Is This How You Feel
Is This How You Feel Your life has been totally turned around, Hope and sanity are not to be found, The world has turned you upside down And your best smile is a heavy frown. Your heart has been turned inside out, All that mattered is now c
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
Forget Me Never
Forget Me Never No,you will not miss me forever And you will forget me never, For we will unite on Heaven's shore, Where we will know parting no more. So be at peace all you poor souls For it is written on ancient scrolls, Eternal life is
There Is A Rainbow
I know there is a rainbow for me to follow, to get beyond my sorrow. Thunder precedes the sunlight, so I'll be all right if I can find that rainbow's end. - Mariah Carey, "Rainbow" (Inspired by the above) There Is A Rainbow I know there is a r
Contained ~ Kickit’s Challenge
Thanks for the challenge kickit.....
No Title
These are my Brother's words and their meanings are for the reader to decide. I feel their sadness!
a borrowed angel
this is for a friend who died on saturday.
The Statue ( Cemetery by the Ga Univ. Stadium )
I pulled out this picture of a beautiful young woman who was made from her picture as a statue after her death in the early 1900's. The sculptor made her taller than her real life but she was beautiful, and you had to go behind a huge marble wall to walk up to her ... it was unusual but get photography..so I pulled out this picture of her and wrote an imaginary poem.
tunnel of light
In the darkness of my dreams i see the light That shines so bright A tunnel so white My heart races I glare at the light On the edge my feet motionless Should I stay or should I go Laughter I hear Relatives call Come my son M
A last
The plane Gone
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
From Biloxi, Mississippi.
In memory of my wife Nancy and brother Eddie who both passed away in May 2011...
To Die... Quietly
when it feels very dry...
The moment to lament time’s death
The blue waters – Sky – stand still. On the horizon has anchored, Moon’s pale coloured barque. At the shore have landed, All the sailors – every star. The breath of leaves is choked, The wind has fallen into a lull, The gong demanding silence
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
The Day Death Comes
How will it be, the day death comes? Perhaps like the gift at the beginning of night, the first kiss on the lips given unasked, the kiss that opens the way to brilliant worlds while, in the distance, an April of nameless flowers agitates the moo
never die
Do I want to live for ever Never to grow old To stay young and slim Never to be old Days will be endless What would I do Get married as you grow old And out live you A constant companion I would want To fill my long lonly days Of
Last Night
At night my lost memory of you returned and I was like the empty field where springtime, without being noticed, is bringing flowers; I was like the desert over which the breeze moves gently, with great care; I was like the dying patient who, fo
Kept
DD
life goes on
Life goes on As life ends As we mourn a passing As the hum of everyday life plays in the background Life goes on Anniversaries and birthdays hold memories As Visits to the grave become less frequent less needed Life goes on We welcom
Daytonadute RIP
Daytonadude will be missed By so many!
A Prison Evening
Each star a rung, night comes down the spiral staircase of the evening. The breeze passes by so very close as if someone just happened to speak of love. In the courtyard, the trees are absorbed refugees embroidering maps of return on the sky.
Tranquility
Just a poem that came to me while jogging down the beach a few minutes ago and I wanted to share with my brothers and sisters in poetry..Thank you for reading!
Red
This, for love? Fear not concerned reader, she yet lives. "For we are Gods handiwork, created in Christ Jesus to do GOOD works which God prepared in advance for us to do... Eph 2:10
Bitter
A widowed wife.
The Song
Let there be an end to grieving.
Lifes Door
Just how things will be one day.
See you in heaven
For my late wife Nancy who soared to heaven in May 2011..We miss you this Easter..
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
Stolen Time
Stolen Time He sits upon the ocean bluff staring out to sea. This old poet of many years lost in me
The Portrait
A poem making us realize what we loose as we grow old
" Hit The Switch ! " ( Cafetwo Challenge.).
Thanks for the challenge Jim !
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
A fond farewell to a friends beloved sister
Just how do we pen sorrow beyond description, how do we find words to paint the beauty of former days, that by cancerous fate in all its torturous pain, daily played its destructive game,yet despite the physical, deterioration and suffering, its evil never conquered the stoic spirit, for its beauty remains alive.
Sunken Mysteries
Is it just me or are all poets drawn to the water?
What matters.... Cafe's Challenge
Only two things matter at the end of everyone's day: God and the people in our lives! I have seen atheists and agnostics pray nearing their passing away...and it made me wonder ....Life (the spirit that makes us human )must return to where it came from......
Silent Screams
there are screams we never get to hear...unless we are in the same boat we'll never understand that nothing can fill us up like a silent scream does...