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watery grave clouds on the surface of her reflection
When it's Time
reflective thoughts
A BROKEN DREAM.
This poem was written in memory of my wife, who passed away on 16th January, 2007. Actually, the poem came to me while she was still alive and I asked myself a question___ What if she was not with me? All the experiences described in the poem are all real life instances.....like me waking up in the middle of the night and emotions I began to feel at that moment.
no reason
there's a blanket of flowers around my love's grave left by all the kind people whose love could not save the sweetest of souls now my heart's grown cold so I stumble away tears blinding my sight I recall all the times that we laughed togethe
Just.......Mick
This is not my attempt at a poem....just s few simple word's I felt I had to put on paper...to acknowledge the untimely passing away of a dear friend in the last few day's. TM
Broad road to Destruction
Their minds thought evil Their lips spoke lies Their eyes saw corruption Their ears heard gossip And their hearts knew death They would not be conformed Could not be reasoned with They had no pity Knew no compassion Showed no mercy They sp
The Queen Of Queens
This poem is the closest to my heart, since this was happening to my city, my home. It was written during hurricane Katrina 2005.
Tears in a Smile
Please tell me what you thought
" Hit The Switch ! " ( Cafetwo Challenge.).
Thanks for the challenge Jim !
When The Reaper Comes For You
Are you next on my list?
~~~Mom~~~
My mom lost the fight to pancreatic cancer after a brave battle.. on June 4th.
Dear Jessica
A letter of things never said
The execution
Wow! I had to check outside my bedroom window to make sure the cops weren't coming for me! And don't any of you ladies start acting up or you'll get the same thing. Lol. But we do grant you one last meal of your choosing, if you're slated for execution. So what will it be? Chili dog, caviar, Mac & cheese, or buttered biskets served with Cafe tea? ps.. Can I have your stereo and coin collection? Just asking. Lol.
Loving Farewell
For Kimmy and Emily.
One Seems to Be Two
In reference to my "death" at the age of 19. I had a near death experience and revelation and Willed to return. Rash decision, that....
Inconsolable
Inspired by Edgar Allan Poe's poem "The Sleeper," from which I borrowed the first line.
THE CHILD: AN UNFORGOTTEN ROSE
I wrote this for a friend that lost her Daughter in a car accident
Sandy Miles
Sandy miles I have walked Trying to sort all my thoughts Why God took you away from me Just something i couldnt see I knew your pain felt your darkness To live you took the risk How i ache to touch you once more but God well He showed you th
my grief!!!
I lost my mother little under 2Yrs back and that pain still lingers on. i know there are many who share my experience.
TRIBUTE TO A DYING FRIEND
As told in the poem, a true story.
Jaded
I have always thought of a person being jaded. As one who has had a bad relationship. Not as one who has loved with the passion of an echo that could not be silenced. I thought of the man who sat waiting endless for his lady to come home. To wa
Pondering Rumi ( and a little more)
just thinkibg
Death what have you done
i was depressed, overwhelmed numerous deaths.
Numb
Numb cuts pain, pain covers agony, agony breaks numb Kinda like rock,paper,scissors!
bus hits mountain bike- ouch
The day of my accident which did happen ouch those busses do hurt like hell 31 04 20011 at 11 45 this is a true story i live to tell the tale
Queens
for a friend.......too soon to say
A New Dawn
Not really a poem, actually not sure what it is :)
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
Incident on Raple Road
You're a fire fly of tiny broken bones Fire works in February Left with out a sanctuary and the street lights have lit up Raple Road The neighborhood is tucked in bed Where you once laid your head is a snow angel in snow flakes of glass
Life or Death
This was in response to my friend’s poem – a true dedication to and admiration of life. I just wanted to convey that sometimes death seems to be a solution to all problems created by life, which may be as sinister as ever, and I am not the only one who raised this issue on this PC.
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.
For Nancy
For my late wife Nancy who passed so untimely in May 2011. Etiam in Morte, superest Amor. Te amo Nancy...
Closed Door
Prickly skin warning of things unseen. Waiting and watching as time goes by. Feeling unable to move from pain. Wanting to move unwilling to try. Days gathering in darkened corners. Greeting reflection I do not know. Insides hiding letting outsi
Bruised From Inside
The torment is over For healing has begun. No more abuse No more torture especially your kind I am in charge You may think you have won but my dignity came with me. Yours was hung up for all to see. For discretion was my tool. Revenge i
Darkness All Around
darkness due to dealth
Broken
The one friend I had, who promised she'd never leave me like all my other friends have, lied. She left me. She deleted me from facebook, blocked me from Deviant Art, and just because I have had a hard time these past 6 years finding work. She assumes every single city/state is the same and everyone can get hired if they beg door to door. Friendship is not something you find in a store isle with a price sticker on it...you care about people because of who they are, not for what they have or don't have. You care because you have their trust and they're willing to tell you the deep dark secrets from their lives, not because they pulled money out of their purse to buy your affections. I must admit, she was my last remaining friend. So, I did cry, and hide in my own little emotional shell and I don't know if I want to come out again. Not if it means, more people leaving me.
One Glance
Just a thought back to yester year
Questions I'D Like to Ask Death
A bit strange these thought came to me as I waited to fall asleep so I wrote them down
As I Lie Dying (A Different Look)
A look from a different direction
Death Ride On
DEATH IS A LONE RIDER NOT PRIVY TO JUST STRANGERS DEATH IS A LONE RIDER READY TO TAKE YOU AS AN INSIDER DEATH IS A LONE RIDER WAITING FOR THAT SPECIAL MOMENT DEATH IS A LONE RIDER THAT HAS COME TO TAKE YOU FOR A RIDE DEATH IS A LONE R
Kept
DD
Because Greif I am still in today
This poem was written because my sister in law Pat Croston passed away last week from suicide. Pat and my brother lost there daughter 14 years ago at the age of 25. Pat never got over it.