Cascade (Cascade of sad music)
Je me sens perdu dans mes pensées que je ai oublié la tristesse écho des violons de l'automne derrière moi l'étreinte glacée de l'hiver dernier hante ma mémoire comme une douleur engourdissant quand je peux espérer fleurs du printemps Je aurais
Angel Wings
This poem is for my late Brother & Father my they both Rest In Peace
Death of a Sunflower
Ok, so, about 3 years ago dad and I grew this big gorgeous sunflower. I was almost blinded when I looked at it, but like most flowers, he didn't stay that bright, and slowly died. His stem, seed pod, and leaves still remained as he sat on the stairs and every day I told myself how much I felt sorry for him, and how I'd write a poem about him. Well, it's 3 years later, better late than never eh?
War Costs
Gray clouds on blue sky War traumas never do heal The sun always shines.
Unchained Courage Free At Last
Title inspired by freeatlast. Thank you :-)
Song CCCXXIX
Translation from the Russian language edition of Petrarch’s “Song Book”, Song CCCXXIX On April 6, 1327, after Petrarch gave up his vocation as a priest, the sight of a woman called Laura in the church of Sainte-Claire d’Avignon awoke in him a lasting passion, celebrated in the collection of 366 poems “Canzoniere” ("Song Book"). Laura may have been Laura de Noves the wife of Count Hugues de Sade (an ancestor of the Marquis de Sade). There is little definite information in Petrarch's work concerning Laura, except that she is lovely to look at, fair-haired, with a modest, dignified bearing. Laura and Petrarch had little or no personal contact. According to his "Secretum", she refused him for the very proper reason that she was already married to another man. He channeled his feelings into love poems. Upon her death in 1348, the poet found that his grief was as difficult to live with as was his former despair. Later in his "Letter to Posterity", Petrarch wrote: "In my younger days I struggled constantly with an overwhelming but pure love affair – my only one, and I would have struggled with it longer had not premature death, bitter but salutary for me, extinguished the cooling flames. I certainly wish I could say that I have always been entirely free from desires of the flesh, but I would be lying if I did".
THE QUESTION
I had a picture to go with my poem but have forgotten how to do it uggggg
The Kind of World We Live in
A poetic rendition of the last paragraph of “A Meek One” (A Fantastic Story) by Fyodor Dostoyevsky. Sitting by his wife’s coffin late at night the hero of story is lamenting the death of his wife who had committed suicide for which he is solely to blame. When it dawned upon him that he had made a mess of his marriage it was already too late – no time for making amends and restoring lost confidence. She had suffered enough to come to hate life and made up her mind already. He is left alone with bitter regrets – regrets and loneliness are going to be his sole companions from now on - all through his fault. “ ’People, love one another’ – who said that? Whose commandment is it? The pendulum is clicking unfeelingly, horridly. It’s two in the morning... Now, seriously, they’ll take her away tomorrow, AND WHATEVER SHALL I DO?” – is the question that haunts him, eating him up.
The fire
I lost two books of my writings,a chair,my drapes, and some carpet...
on death
When somebody you love dies,it just makes you feel so alone inside. Like there is this weight pushing you down and even though you have to keep moving it's not the same.As you begin to come to terms with it,you see that it is not about you or how you
The Divine Miss Amphlett
Just like to pay tribute to Chrissie Amphlett who passed away the other day .........She shone a light in my life .......and brought a lot of joy to lot of people ...........R.I.P
Handkerchief
Thank you for reading ...
My Friend Gone But Not Forgotten
This poem is about a friend of mine who was in so much pain...pain no one discerned. She must have felt so hopeless.
Sister
In loving memory of my beautiful sister
RIP: To Cafétwo2010 with Love
Though I only come here now and then and have lost touch with many of you for the years I have been away;times like this brings us together!. I just got back from NZ and Hawaii and Nu told me our Cafe Jim has passed away! I knew my husband won't joke about death but somehow it just wouldn't sink in. Jim embodied this corner; I see him as one of the main pillars of this platform. He was a constant presence and source of encouragement to many of us. As much as I avoid coming here now;his passing brings back memories of the days when I spent a lot of time here pouring my hurt and pain and the people who accepted and made me feel at home. This corner gave me a second home and poets like Cafe made me feel safe and welcomed! I wrote my tribute to Cafe the way I see him; how he was able to reach out to everyone and what he stands for. he maybe physically gone but his presence in many of us will live on! Just like many of you hope; may his family consider publishing his writing. I apologize to those good poet friends I failed to mention in here; I had to write this in between chores and mentioned names as they popped out in my head at the moment. I think Jim and I probably joined PC about the same time...he may have been just a tad earlier...so surely he will live a big void in here and to all the poets he has connected and whose lives he has touched! Rest in Peace dear friend and poet!
The End
Try and make the best of every opportunity, live life full and be happy while you can... Thanks for reading, God bless.
The Last Call
Behind the black curtain She sits in a chair Waiting for her name to be called As she sits and waits night time falls the halls have been cleared the walls all bare How long has it been Since somebody has been here Her once beautiful
Lennon Fever
In memory of John Lennon.
love kills
this is a true account of two of my friends. I know it's true for she told it to me. he died at age 21. she suffered a mental breakdown and spent a couple of years in therapy. I saw her a few years later. she said that she was still riddled with guilt, deservedly or not, but that she was getting along alright. her demeanor had definitely changed from what it had been prior to this incident. he was a good friend. this was 37 years ago. I miss him very much.
For Daddy
My little dog Chloe, sadly died March 1st this year. I had a snip of her hair made into a pendant which I could wear round my neck. We had hope my former partner would be able to visit her before she died. Sadly this was not the case. It's just me and the cat, Oskar, now.
Black Roses On My Grave
I want to leave this world Leave it all behind And I want to have wings, in case I decided to fly But I'd rather die, I'd rather die Than to have to face, another day And I want to make you cry, just cry It has to end this way Just set blac
Good Bye Dear Friend
In memory of a very special woman: Donna W. Dear friend of 22 years. I found out tonight my dear friend had passed from an ongoing struggle with lung disease. The end came quickly and it's a reminder to us all to live well, laugh often and love without condition. Yesterday was the one year anniversary of the sister's passing. If there is someone you haven't forgiven in this life, do it. If someone seeks forgiveness from you, grant it. It's a win win situation. A moment of silence for all of us feeling the sting of loss right now. Blessings.
My Lost Loves.
What is there to say ? Grief is the worst emotion one can suffer. Only those who have suffered can understand.
In God's Hands
I lost my mother late morning saturday on February 23rd. I am doing my best to stay busy, positive and I know it is a better thing that her suffering is over. My heart will heal in time and this deep ache will lighten. Right now I miss her with every part of my being. My thoughts have been focused on her for months now. RIP
No Time
He sits upon the ocean bluff staring out to sea. This old poet of many years lost in memory. He remembers well, when as a lad, his sight was sharp and clear, but now his eyes are dull and sad and wet with salty tears. His body once a scul
I Know
Mine isn’t the age for romance, This I know, this I know, this I know. I should be sitting, cuddling grandchild, Mine isn’t the age for romance. Mine isn’t the age for big love, This I know, this I know, this I know. Shouldn’t be looking, str
irish eyes
From the emerald isle Those fillies do seek their prince Charming Their handsome casanova With their gaolic charm these ladies in green Drinking their guiness These ladies of charm With their beauty and smiling cavtavating Tongue
Mystique (Shadows Challenge)
This was definitely a challenge which I enjoyed taking on. A lot of symbolism was used. The feeling I am trying to portray is of a lost soul with no hope of going on, having suffered a tragic loss wanting to end her life. Definitely had to consult the dictionary for this.
A last
The plane Gone
Just Thinking
Pure and natural food for thought
Black Pearls on a Broken Heart
A kinda story song poem..Hope you like it..Love cafe
The man she really wants
Yikes!
For all the men that tried to do you wrong..
What were you thinking? Did she not kiss your Cheek like a dove from Heaven? Can't you remember Her glowing smile As you walked Through the door? She just needed a Man to comfort Her.. To protect her She really saw You as a knight In
8:46 AM Revisited
In honor and memory of all who sacrifice for a better world. May the travesty of the twin towers remind us of what evil can do when it is not countered by love.
freedom?
my life's over it's like it never begun I ain't havin' no more fun no field green of clover she left me I'm here, just left all alone as if the sun never shone don't feel so free what to do now? can't walk, just where do I step? can't t
The Day of Infamy
Lest we forget this day of infamy
Saviours in the midst
To all the rescue teams from all over the world!~!!!!!~!~!~!! and my beautiful friends at CS thankyou for your emails, Im sorry cant be on line too long, and to all the special givers of prayers all over the world, to all friends and family, and all that I have never known.... WE thankyou.. "GodZone Loves you" NZ... WE Bless you.. Love Always Soph XXXXXXXXX
Epitaph
I know not what you could have been A saint so pure or full of sin I pray only that your happy now And if my seed, my love is vow
Trapped in haite
what it must be like to be trapped
The drunk
Something a lil different..
Arg?!
Accidentally clicked where I shouldn't have, lost my little poem about Foreplay! ... dammit! LOL Oh well!