WHERE WILL WE BOTH MEET
This poem was written for a truly loved member in their memory
i just found out
this poem is dedicated to Eric, R.I.P.
Robbing the grave
striving and you cant win
At the WAKE
This is not the final product a sketch
Warrior
This is my first poem. i wrote it about four months ago. it doesnt rhyme or anything but just thought id write it.
The Old Man!
The old man left our house, took my car and drove away, I was twenty one, I remember to this day, There was no goodbye, there was no adieu, there was never, we'll never see you, again, And life went on, with someone gone, like a dis
two broken hearts
I dated my first girl friend and we looked at each other like we were in love! The way she spoke one night when she was only trying to explain her schoolar ship... made me think she was leaving! After a week of confusion and mis understanding, when she found out why i was acting weird she decieded to break up with me anyway!
To my lost soulmate
I am a writer, this was penned one night as i thought about the only girl i truly loved, we were devoted. After finally getting together, we spent one magical day together, the next day i lost her for always and it nearly killed me. 16 years on i still love her as if yesterday. But this poem hides deep dark emotions.
Where the Willows Bend
This poem was written to honor a great woman who composed a song that inspired many people of my generation. That song was "Stones", and it was a medieval folk song written by a true modern-day bard. If you've ever played the Ultima series of computer role-playing games, then you know what Stones is, and who this woman was. If you haven't, then just enjoy the poem for what it is, and let its' magic wash over you. (I originally posted this at the Starlite Cafe poetry site back in 2009, under the name Grailknight777.)
Today!
How do we feel today?, too overwhelming for anyone to say, regression, depression, fear just being here? Confused? Refused the right to live, to give, no verbal discussion, just physical concussion, and all because of (rushing), into a whole new way,
DAD
well my dad left when i was young and i think alot of people can relate to this, i suppose i wrote this poem to consolidate the occasion to express the feelings with no anger involved :).
furneral for a friend
Sitting at a funeral for a friend,should I be sad?is he gone?,when you light a candle with another candle the flame lives on,perhaps I should rejoice that the world was a much better place for 61 years.
Remember
Roses are red violence is blue, we are all single and theres nowt we can do. :)
The lonely boy (WWII)
I wrote this poem at the age of 13, i was obsessed with war and i wrote many others
Last Beat
How I imagined my Nanna when she passed many years ago...I was only twelve and lived overseas at the time.
When.....
will you???
oh well the reeper got me first
Just a statement.I don't know a sad lament
Same old story!
A Winter's day in Summer, A Summer's day in Winter, A promise kept, A promise broken, A pact un-kept, A love unspoken, Different days, and different ways, Different eyes and different lies, Different you and different me, Different times
PROLUTION
“In the future, all parts of the body and brain,” the professor beamed at his rapt audience “will be replaceable.” “PROMAN will pursue his ever-adjustable programs forever. He will affix to and discard from his body, as required, all th
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loss
answer the last query
i felt in a horrible mood all day today and that's what came out
Resemble Them
Penned this, this morning as i go to honour lost friend and family
Again!
And still we repeat, still we retreat, until we're backed into a corner, only then will the battle for survival become the host of a new revival, new wisdom to see, what things there could be, but twill only get lost in history. Again!
I woke!
I woke today, just like yesterday, but with winters rain against my window pane, on this summers day, was wrong!, , no sunlight shadow crossed my bedroom there, no birdsong noone to care, and the light would dim, lie down and die, forsaken who? you o
For My Wife
This is about my wife who fought cancer three times before,and then it came back ever stronger and finally took Her. To All Women I'll say this please have whatever check ups You can so if You end up with cancer You may have the chance to fight it,and possibly win the fight.My wife did so the three other times,but sadly She didn't stop smoking till after that third time. I believe if she had,then possible She would still be here.This cancer appeared in the lungs,Cancer can be very deadly,so please do whatever to protect Yourself.
Willow Waving
I sung my poem. http://soundcloud.com/billy-mcbride1/willows-waving Love it.
Little Cans
a boy who got someone he loved or her mom's died but he doesn't know what happened to her... and in the end he become a grown up man who already faced and saw everythings bad in the past... ???? DID SOMEONE DROP ONIONS INTO MY EYES???
Launch Complex 34
On January 27, 1967, NASA astronauts Virgil I. Grissom, Edward H. White, II, and Roger B. Chaffee were aboard an Apollo spacecraft and Saturn IB rocket for what was supposed to be routine ground testing of the systems. America was heading for the Moon, and all-up testing was designed to ensure spacecraft functions, the Launch Control Center, and other critical pieces required to get to the Moon. The test was considered non-hazardous. A 100% oxygen-fed fire ignited in their Command Module, and all three perished in just a few minutes as launch pad personnel desperately tried to open the multi-layered hatch which was designed to be hard to remove to preserve spacecraft hull integrity. Others tried to fight the fire while rescue crews arrived, but it was to no avail. Launch Complex 34 was decommissioned after the manned Apollo 7 launch, and the launch platform left as part of a memorial to the astronauts. In honor of their lost lives, NASA also deemed that the astronauts should be forever honored by honoring their crew name of Apollo 1, which would have been the first manned Earth-orbit flight for the Command and Service Modules. Their official mission patch is black-bordered in publicity photos of the men taken before their deaths, rather than do afterwards in memoriam. Some 55 years after their deaths, the LC-34 platform still stands, with two plaques honoring the men attached to the platform legs, as well as additional memorial information added to the site.
gone so soon
My son
Im
I wanted a room with a view Im here and Im you I came from before Im here forevermore I told you who you are Im here never far I know you cannot see Im you and you are me I know you dont know Im here to help you grow I know its a
Where were you?
Where were you when Kennedy died? Where were you when Simpson lied? Where were you when you realised? Where were you?
No guarantee!
Tomorrow will always come after today ends Tomorrow WILL be with or without you or me Today is where we are at right now No guarantee of tomorrow, no how So its strange to me and strange to see Such importance placed on what may never be.
Lest We Forget
Introspection on Remembrance Sunday, lest we forget.
The Vanishing
the poetry is part of my book called " the souls capturing city " it was originaly writen in Romanian, but i have translated it with the help an AI hopw that you will like it
Today
I've lost a friend and all some so-call friend spoke about was the bad thing and never talk about the caring,kind and loving person she was.
LOVE AND DEATH
LOVE AND DEATH (Adapted From Lord Alfred Tennyson) The hour of the Universe' appearance was charming The flower-bud of life was showering smiles Here the golden crown, the sun was getting There the moon its moon-light was getting The d
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?
Tears for David
Tears of loss conquer my being again I think of you, David; I miss you You left me that morning in winter As you laid in my arms bleeding No goodbye, no smile Just the wicked smile of death Thoughts of you among drops of rain A childhood dr
Paladins minute
Heard it on a Tv show in the 80s it has stuck with me ever since, Sums up about everything really.
In the paradise of my thoughts
Originaly writen in Romanian word, but translated with the help o AI, i hope you will like it, thank you for your time
Opportunity
Opportunity knocks, embrace its call, Unleash your dreams, stand tall. With courage as your guiding light, Embrace the chance, seize the fight. A door opens wide, opportunity's gate, Embrace the challenge, don't hesitate. For within its grasp