These Walls Are Closing In
I wrote this song in 2007, a few months after my Mom passed away from cancer.I always let the melody of what i'm playing and the emotion I feel from it lead me into the song that i'm writing.I hardly ever write lyrics down and 95% of what I write just flows out of me.For this song I tried to imagine how my Dad felt after losing his wife and best friend of 36 years.
Gary Lynn
My brother Gary Lynn went fishing around 2pm on Sunday May 8th and never came home. His wife called his son about 11:00pm that night who went to the lake and called all of us and rescue 911. we were there until 4pm on Monday the 9Th. all of us went to tell our parents 84 and 86. we dont have answers and never will. I Hope this poem is worthy of you .. the picture is at the lake on friday the 13th.. my dad said a prayer and we released 22 mylar balloons.. oh and never drive with 22 mylar balloons in your car.. :-) RIP MY DEAR GARY.. I LOVE YOU BRO
RMS Titanic
Official statistics Total on board: 2,228 Total passengers: 1,343 Total crew: 885 Total saved: 705 Total drowned: 1,523 iv Analysis of those saved from the official Report on the Loss of the “Titanic” (S.S). v Passengers: 1st Class: 199 (out of 325 - 60%) 2nd Class: 119 (out of 285 - 42%) 3rd Class: 174 (out of 706 - 25%) Crew: 212 (out of 885 -23.95%)
Witness.
The empathy and isolation I felt for someone in pain.
DEATH
THIS POEM WAS WRITTEN DURING MY GRIEF WHEN MY HUSBAND PASSED AWAY IN 2004
Dealing with a loss of a loved one.
I wrote this poem because I have lost my husband of 16 years 10 months ago. Everyday is a struggle but you gotta keep moving on so how I cope is I write it helps me and I wanted to share with all of you. We all should not take life for granted we should cherish every moment we have because life can sure surprise you at times and one moment your on top of the world the next moment you are going thru something that is so unexplainable words can't even express it. Trust me when I say this that dealing with grief is a emotion I don't wanna feel but your human and you feel it thank god I found someone whos helping me thru it and Im ever so thankful.
if only
most of us have felt it...all will at some time.
Paw Prints On My Heart
This was for Gino,a ferret, I first met at a ferret rescue event. He was a dark eyed white. He had been so badly treated by children ( flung around by the tail, etc) and I guess he finally bit so they cut his canine (eye) teeth off. OUCH! Poor little boy. He was totally deaf and blind in one eye. You would think he would hate people. But no, he was the sweetest, most loving little thing you ever saw. The last three years of his life he never saw a cage. He shared the cat's litter box, and sometimes bed lol. Gino used to get in my purse and go out with me, and oh he loved the grass. he would roll and roll. I just know that over the Rainbow Bridge somewhere Gino is playing in some big green field.
pa pa barbara st. died 2009 7th of october .
This is about my father Michael Mulryan who died in a tragic accident in waterville co kerry ireland.Dadddy im crying.I told you in Dublin to be careful, pulled back ur baseball cap. you said you were drivering since u were twelve years old.I loove you. your daughter Elaine I was meant to die first remember.i put the baseball cap on you before they closed the casket i didn't make it to the funeral i guess i was selfish
I Speak To You In~Rhythms~
"Conversations with God" ~*an uncommon dialogue*~ Book 1 - Neale Donald Walsh "Thou wilt show me the path of life: in thy presence is fullness of joy; at thy right hand are pleasures forevermore." ~ Psalm 16:11
Mirage
It happened to me few days ago while keeping in hand a frosty glass of wine...a real feeling my father was near me....................................................
For my Late Great Mate Bob
* A Sydney suburb. ** A dear old mate of mine Robert (Bob) died in hospital, about a week ago; and I wrote this poem, as a tribute to him. "Where ever you are, old mate - take care".
Dad Died Yesterday
This is about my dad who I miss a lot.
Grief
I wrote this because of a remark Krc made that she hoped we weren't gettting fed up with her words I doubt anyone whoses suffered grief is
Death.
Death
one plus one...............
How Twins sense each others feelings even after death............
heart terroist
you wore the mask of love planting your bomb like your seed of destruction disguised as love like a leper piece by piece in the shadows of love raped by the vile deed in memory of my broken heart you placed your timer killed by love tran
Hide me now
Missing you Granny!
A War?
Sweeping on
Friendship Lost
the pain of loosing a best friend
In memory
In memory of my best man and good friend...I miss you
Lost
Cold an alone an nobody home Wandering down the lane of heartache an pain Lost...... Asking yourself the reasons why Life does make you sad an cry Lost...... Where are the one's you need the most To lighten your load of this heavy host Lost..
Open eyes
I JUST WANT TO SAY I ENJOY WRITING THIS WAY AND I AM NOT SUICiDAL!!!! I write how I feel and I often feel like this life ain't real like its a game idk if I stand alone in this matter but i feel this way because of my life experiences let me know what u think
Death's Opus
Here, On the other side of the page where lost days go, where lost poems go, where forgotten dreams are breaking up like morning fog. Go..... Go..... Go..... I am preparing myself for
twilight alone..........[ 40 word challenge ]
how difficult it must be when one passes on leaving the other alone and forced to make decisions they would rather not .............
~Vanishing Point~
Death, what we all seem to fear, yet so uncomfortable to talk about it as well. Be it natural cause, suicide or suddenly taken.
How Do You Say Goodbye
I walk amongst the twilight shadows I want to cry, but I cannot I want to howl and let my emotions loose But they are tightly encapsulated within me How do you say goodbye to your father When he does not acknowledge death When he believes tha
Schizophrenia. ( Owed To Tom.)
A good friend's life. lost, to a world of Schizophrenia.
Sighs Of Deliverance
I wrote this to express my feelings about mourning.
Insanity plea
I plead, ' Not guilty your honor cause I was crazy when I shot that man..' It was he who stole my rubber duck, and I had to make my stand My mommy gave me that rubber duck and daddy sold me the gun A security check was never needed cause I'm j
A Prison Evening
Each star a rung, night comes down the spiral staircase of the evening. The breeze passes by so very close as if someone just happened to speak of love. In the courtyard, the trees are absorbed refugees embroidering maps of return on the sky.
O Tina, Our Tina
Tina was on another website. We knew she was sick for a while, and that she had just died. We were missing her, and some of us were really hurting, so I wrote this poem.
We'll say no 'goodbyes'.
A sonnet written on the death of a friend, for in the sweet by and by, we'll meet again.
What is our hope?
What is the hope of man if his years be only 100 Why does he dance with cymbol and tamberine for a life that will fade like the grass He opens his eyes at birth and closes them knowing only the decay of his flesh Why does he sacrifice his l
a life that once was
ode to a baby chick that died this morning.
The Road You Chose
This is written for a man I grew up with. I had not seen him since his mothers funeral twenty years ago. He looked rough then. You could tell his style of choice had removed his once happy gleam in his eye and his handsome looks. What I seen was his mug shot on the news. While he was at work as a security guard on a dare he shot a man in the face. At least that is the story the news is telling. And from what I seen twenty years ago I fear the story is true. So sad. What a waste. He most likely will never see the outside of a jail or mental hospital now. I have turned to his mug shot and thought a million times this week. It could of been my life. I just chose a different road. I wonder what makes someone choose the road they choose. Why would someone not want a life that is good. Satisfying. Happy. Not behind bars. You shoot someone and it is something you cannot take back. The man shot died the next day:-(.
Never Forgotten
The sunset for my mother on October,14,2007.
~Sid ~(Barrett, Pink Floyd)
A tribute to Sid Barrett . . . Pink Floyd. . . .
C.B. Bringer of Sorrow
On that day of birth, after the death of your friend, you stop it all, as you maketh your end. Left in your wake, you leave six and one, a bringer of sorrow, now hero to none, a father and husband, a life rendered undone. Too scared to face de
Everchanging...
Loss of a loved one..
Do you remember me?
just felt it flowing through my mind but it does not rhyme somehow the words are just so beautiful to me By the way ...this is my imagination I dont have a wife yet So dont feel so bad that I lost my wife Its a special write that amazed myself So dont feel bad coz its frictional.
Timpul Lui Sageata (Time's Arrow)
I lost my cat my cat a month ago and finally I wrote him a homage. Life is fleeting in our world but our memory remains our companion through time.