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
Sad Awakening
Someone died in Ireland this week, I did'nt know him personally, but I thought of him and his family this morning,,, just felt like writing something. It brought back memories of when my mother died.
Loss
The pearl of my life,the road to my new beginning.. The holder of my heart! You were my angel on high.. The entity which showed me a new path! Gave me something the world could nt! Love beyond anything else!! But i failed in my duty to her!
Transitions
My father died on May 30th, 1990 while I was still in my teens yet I wrote this in 2004 or 2005 when I worked on Cruise ships and inspired to write. In the past, I had a tendency to bury difficult things until I was ready to consciuosly process it through writing...a hobby I wish I had pursued with more passion. Anyways, I thought I'd post it here to mark the occasion.... It is the first time I am posting something this private in a public forum. I'm not sure what category or style this will fit into but I sincerely hope you enjoy it. Thank You.
Lost
I walk the streets of memory A town of empty ruins The streets are paved with misery On which my dreams are strewn Darkness filled with imagery A scene where players play A stage where pain is symmetry I long to turn the page I hear the call
loss
loss
Loves last moment
Eyes swelling becoming tearful spilling over tear drops fall. Words failing lips open unable to speak emotions choking. Hands tremble fingers entwined clenching the hand that clings to mine. Door open light has entered darkness cl
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
SPIRITS ON THE WIND
Its about life and death
An American Soldier in the Middle East: A Rapper’s
<<To Those Who Have Lost Their Lovers at War>> We’re forced not to leave this fanfaronade We’re sure this is just part of a serenade Away from our states we are ready-made To rehearse a majestic harlequinade The Chief Executive’s common crusa
i miss you r.i.p.
mom and dad r.i.p 2002
Grief every where--written by me in 2008
IAM JUST SHARING SOME OF MY POETRY I WROTE IN THE PASSED
In Dreams
Thankfully I have never lost anyone this way but you only need to watch the news to see this happening every day
Bitter
A widowed wife.
58 danube 3135
one of 1000 faces, of reality
Funeris
Funeris is Latin for Funeral
An Irish Heart
I guess this isn't really a poem, but my Granny died some time ago and it was a tough time for me, as although I now don't have relationship with my parents I loved her very very much. It kind of helped me to write things down; it still does.
I Can't sleep
I cant eat, I cant sleep I think about you day and night Why cant I ever learn That you will be alright, Ever since the fight I wish I could hold you tight I thought you were the one I thought you were my boo But now I know that could never b
out of time
life is short and for the living,live your life while you still have time.
Gone forever
~To my mum whose watching over me~
Death Call
can u possibly tell me what i feel?
I know
I can see the sickness in your eyes, It can never be washed away no matter how much you cry. It is sad and hurts because i know. I once traveled that path not to long ago. The only way i can help.. is to pray for you as someone once prayed fo
To Death of Love
It is above a guy who I truly loved but couldn't love just me ...
The Specimen
Two parter! I'm sorry so many of my poems are divided, but the 3000 character limit is highly restrictive to my works!
dark mental prison/return from entropy
wow i have to get that out or it will eat me alive
Waiting for the end
I like to write yet I am not a writer, I'm poor on punctuation but that does not stop the thoughts in my head. I wrote this in 2008.
grans story
Giants of liverpool With heads high Tower People Granny rises from her bed On tip toes She step on the street Slow paces tiny steps Men on strings They control are marionette Granny telles her story of war that was Pals dead mil
THE OTHER SIDE OF THE MIRROR
THE OTHER SIDE OF THE MIRROR Angel in black lace lips painted red rises from a misty dream high heels clicking on hardwood floor red hair billowing in autumn breeze Her lover waits eyes brilliant, blue and filled with desire face like a b
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
The Only Thing To Touch
to have a line be nude of a person to have a sky lifted is the only thing loss equals the shape of evenings the sadness of rooms and time to be felt is the only thing to touch.
donot cross
The road is short The flashing light sound Do I cross or do I go The barriers decend Quick time to cross Oh dear am stuck I push and pull I cannot move Oh dear I've pushed my Luck Th re in the distance it draws near Faster fas
Husband
Husband died leaving me alive Sustained by his enduring love for his children I must be alive Beautiful are his children to me And in their beautiful faces I see his beloved eyes Now in the light of dawn I feel his peace once more Down in the
war
No one chooses who they are or how they come here But we all have somthing in common The colour of skin has made so much trouble I have alot of freinds and family who have come seeking refuge from war..... and these ppl are gorgous souls, who have experianced anothers selfishness. I have been told many stories and i could write for eva from what i have learnt.
Key
Don't lock your heart away put it out there to stay. No chains around it keeping it safe. Place it out on the table for all to see for they can know the real me. Take this note as you must i say love or B U S T!
My Eternal Love (alternate Ending)
When i wrote "my summer love" i later decided to change the ending and this is the result. Please feel free to comment on any of my poems be it positive or negative as this is the first time i have aired them and am curious as to your opinions.
Until we meet again
I picked a rose from the garden, And I placed it in your hand, I touched your face, a last embrace, To help me understand, Then I said goodbye, a tear, a sigh, and I turned and walked away, And though you're gone, it won't be long, till we mee
Remove The Pain
As I tried to write this the way 'I' wanted it to go,the words would stop flowing but when I took my 'self' out of it,the words resumed flowing.It made more sense to those grieving than to myself and they loved it saying that it accurately describes them (grieving mothers).
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
Death
i have lost many but just keep telling myself that their in a better place.
Mum Said
My much loved Great Uncle George. My mother did not think children should be involved with mourning. Even though I visited him often. My first loss. And no chance to grieve.