grannies war
Giant hearts Pull on strings Movement Gained Small steps Balance on tip toes She strides with unsteady feet Aged old granny sleeps Tommorow She wakes A story she will tell Of first world war destruction Her story she will tell Of
Battle Torn
Painful though parting be, I bow to you as I see you off to distant clouds ~Emperor Saga~ A poem for One Bad a** Mother f**ker and please don't pardon my french
ONE ART
The art of losing isn't hard to master; so many things seem filled with the intent to be lost that their loss is no disaster. Lose something every day.Accept the fluster of lost door keys,the hour badly spent. The art of losing isn't hard to m
One way Train
never a distant truth
Michael Jackson: 5 years
Miss you Michael, a lot!
Football
The quote on death is from Cosmic Master. This poem was going to be just about football,
Trapped
This Poem dedicated to Phungerl, who took her own life last week, I will miss your poetry,laughter and friendship. Rest in peace and be happy.
loss/death
life is a winding path to trace years filling memory's with peoples face see where they have fallen in places by the wish to linger in loves graces as if one last time to embrace that which we can not replace yet unto the center you must brac
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...
Tribute to a Dead Poet
Take my pen and hand me a sword. Take my sword and hand me a pen. The Donau held its breath, turned blue, & died, the hills could only stare & shake their complacent heads, the winds avoided Bavaria all together as the
Under Ben Bulben
Under bare Ben Bulben's head In Drumcliff churchyard Yeats is laid. An ancestor was rector there Long years ago,a church stands near, By the road an ancient cross. No marble,no conventional phrase; On limestone quarried near the spot By his co
Countless Memories
If you ask him, he will talk for hours how at fourteen he hammered signs, fingers raw with cold, and later painted bowers in ladies' boudoirs; how he played checkers for two weeks in jail, and lived on bread; how he fled the border to a country
In the angel's arms
My goodbye poem to my Granny. We said goodbye on Wednesday. Thank you to all who expressed their sympathies. Extra special thanks to MM for all your help! You are the best!
Hide me now
Missing you Granny!
Loving Farewell
For Kimmy and Emily.
sacrament of the soul
It is a rainy night when the wind beats at your door like a lover you have turned away ~ She comes back trailing leaves and branches. She comes back in a shower of earth. She comes back with blades of grass still clinging to her hair.
Hic Jacet
She is the woman I follow, whenever I enter a room she has been there- with her hair smelling of lavender & lions with her dress blacker than Indian ink, with her shoes moving like lizards over the waves of silken rug. Sometimes I thin
I didn't think it would be like this
This poem was written for my late husband Jerry who has been gone 10 years ago.
Loves last moment
Eyes swelling becoming tearfull spilling over tear drops fall. Words failing mouths open unable to speak emotions choking. Hands tremble fingers entwined clenching the hand that clings to mine. doors open light has entered darknes
The killing of HOPE
some say breaking sad news is one of the hardest things to do..well tonight i found out just how hard it is when i had to tell my dad how sick mum really is...she wouldn't tell him, so i had to, it was only right he knew... must admit what some people say, is indeed very true.
Defeated dreams
This poem is writen to honour memorie of my late partner.
Moment's
"WAIT" ... not yet give me a moment with him. God give me strength to walk by myself. If i fall...lift me from my knees give me a moment if you please for the last time...to be at his side. Give me a moment upon his face to gaze to remi
Old
It's only a poem.
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......
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watery grave clouds on the surface of her reflection
JAMES MY FIRST LOVE
This peice is about my first love who i have lost because on sickness its been a while but i miss him all the same he was not just my love but my very best friend RIP MY ANGEL
And a Poet Sleeps
And a Poet Sleeps Crushed memories of yesteryear Pressed between chapters of age. Pages full, Of white lace & blackberries. Moonlit walks, Holding hands & passionate kisses. Summers full, of flowers, lazy days, picnic baskets & rowboats.
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?
Epitaph
I hope the world always respect departed relatives.
" Hit The Switch ! " ( Cafetwo Challenge.).
Thanks for the challenge Jim !
To Die... Quietly
when it feels very dry...
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
The Portrait
A poem making us realize what we loose as we grow old
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
Stolen Time
Stolen Time He sits upon the ocean bluff staring out to sea. This old poet of many years lost in me
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
See you in heaven
For my late wife Nancy who soared to heaven in May 2011..We miss you this Easter..
Lifes Door
Just how things will be one day.
The Song
Let there be an end to grieving.
Bitter
A widowed wife.
Daytonadute RIP
Daytonadude will be missed By so many!