Forget
Its good therapy to share with a group Im told...Cheers
GENEVIEVE
i wrote this for my baby genevieve, who i call genna.yesterday, she was run over by a real sicko. and she was walking on the white line.i never had a chance to say goodbye so i"ll say it now,farewell my little girl
Bells to all Love
The sudden news of my father death brings lot's of thoughts of Death and Life,past and present of life joint together ... On this subject I like to share meaningful quote;"Never part without loving words to think of during your absence.It may be that you will not meet again in this life." -Jean Paul Richter Thank you for reading long poem.
The Hat
A mother at her time of loss of a child And a man who took delight inknowing the boy he knew by her look something was amis. When he did notysee the by he knew.
Hear the Rain Slant?
I am amongst the woods. Naked. The trees sway somberly in the moonlight as night unfurls. The crisp air fingers my vertebrae like a harp - arpeggiare. Nature is here. Without streetlamps. Without automobiles. Without radio. Without televisi
Ladies Of A King
Ladies of a king Graceland was your home How you must have cried When you knew he was gone Many still miss him And another hasn't come along The world never knew Such a singer of a song Ladies of a king In our hearts you also belong Lad
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
In the Quieter Moments
In the quieter moments I sometimes hear the whisper of your gentle voice on the wind and I want to cry because I no longer can hold you. I walk the spots we once shared and feel you there and a tear falls because I can no longer see you smile. As
Death Call
can u possibly tell me what i feel?
Knowing Right From Wrong
The truth hides in their sins
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
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I wrote this for my grandmother when she died and it was used as part of her ulagy
Rain Forest
Helter-Skelter Tropical Storm Lost Shelter
Sunken Mysteries
Is it just me or are all poets drawn to the water?
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.
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
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".
YOUR STILL HERE
this was written for my dad,after the good Lord took him home.1998-RIP DAD.
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.
Tribute to Cheyenne
Written 8-17-11 for Rafter DS Ranch in Fossil, OR who raise Foundation Appaloosa horses. In memory of their 1st Appaloosa, and the foundation stallion of their herd, RIP Ulrich Cheyenne 5-1-1987-8-5-11
THE SHORE LINE
This a poem for my sister who passed away from a long battle with cancer forever love and never forgoten
19 Fire Fighters - June 30, 2013
The saddness of the last two days is something I can't begin to describe. The details of this horrilbe and tradgic event are etched in my mind. I can't begin to understand what these families and the friends of these men are feeling. I wrote this poem, here and now and share it with heavy heart. I ask for your prayers also for these families. The unborn children who will never know their fathers. I ask for a moment of silence. A moment to reflect and find some gratitude from this day. Make an amends. Tell those you love that you love them. Life is short, precious and unpredictable. Blessed be.
Here
My mother
In the memories of my young brother
The memory of my brother who died 2004 of drug used, then i cry when i wrote this and smile as he ask me to put his funny foto hang to my bedroom wall till now.
Grandparents
This is a poem about my mothers parents...
Unsung
His real name was A. He was adopted and got to choose his name, but he liked , Andrew, Anthony, and Adam. He couldn't decide so went with A. We called him George , always curious. Thanks
falling star
I wrote this for a fellow poet,she was diagnosed with terminal cancer,she cried after reading it,and we prayed together,yeah....we all have bad days,just be thankful for your health,she told me this...be nice to one another,lifes to short,smile everyday,for you're never ready when something horrible in life comes you're way!
He Talked to Trees
I wrote this poem after my husband passed away.....
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.
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!
Every Sky is a New Sky
Blowing through heaven and earth, and in our hearts and the heart of every living thing, is a gigantic breath—a great Cry—which we call God. Plant life wished to continue its motionless sleep next to stagnant water, but the Cry leaped up within it and violently shook its roots: “Away, let go of the earth, walk!” Had the tree been able to think and judge, it would have cried, “I don’t want to. What are you urging me to do! You are demanding the impossible! But the Cry, without pity, kept shaking its roots and shouting, “Away, let go of the earth, walk!” Animals appeared--worms--making themselves at home in water and mud. "We're just fine here," they said... But the terrible Cry hammered itself pitilessly into their loins. "Leave the mud, stand up, give birth to your betters!"... And lo! after thousands of eons, man emerged, trembling on his still unsolid legs... He has been fighting, again for thousands of eons, to draw himself, like a sword, out of his animalistic scabbard. He is also fighting--this is his new struggle--to draw himself out of his human scabbard. Man calls in despair, "Where can I go? I have reached the pinnacle, beyond is the abyss." And the Cry answers, "I am beyond. Stand up!" -Kazantzakis
Coming Back Down
i lost my girl friend 3 years ago, in a car accident
A Reminder (Pain never says goodbye)
seeing the turmoil my mum is facing, the impending doom she is feeling, lost and a neglected woman, I can't pacify nor console her. . . she's going to a welfare home, for her its as good as going to her own burial. and I can't say a damm thing http://www.connectingsingles.com/blog_60308_1/sealed_in_stone_a_bloody_reminder_to_me.htm
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water on this soul for sleep what been held and held so deep that there in dream to keep a few memories of here face with the tears I did not weep spread across the pigments in the wash
In The Light
Loss
Ever With Me (For My Mom)
I wrote this piece for my mother, who passed away Feb 23, 2013, after a long battle with cancer and other complications. I consider her one of the bravest people I've ever known. She was a true warrior in her fight. I say a special prayer for all those who have had to say good-bye to their mothers. It's a sting that never goes away. Thanks for having a read.
learned scilence
Jamie was my best friend but was killed a few days before his 14 birthday. I wrote this to try and help the other jamies of the world.
So you know
For someone I Loved (Love?)
In the name of
I have changed the title as I felt it did not suit the poem and also the last 3 lines,, it fits much better now!
What other road
What other road could I’ve taken? Thorns were strewn on each! Relationships over, friends of centuries gone one by one, alone, whichever road and whatever direction I took my feet were bloodied. Those who see me wonder what am I trying to i
My Mind
Where is it gone, come back to me now. I'm lost without you, I don't know how, life will continue, but not sure I can, I need you so badly, I'm only half a man. Your loss is everything, I hope it wasn't only a fling, return to me, and I
shes waiting for you
i hear of this type of thing happening shortly after a person passes that they visit or make a sign before moving on.
RE: Poet to Poet 6-12-14
beautifully penned piece a delightful read dear friend...
RE: Tribute to JimEee the great
Kathy.. Thank you dear. It was a pleasure paying tribute to JimEee. We've had a great time poking fun at each other and I for one can appreciate his humor. And he is so much more than that. Cafe ps. And so are you!...
RE: Popps
Poet that is so true. As they leave the nest you just do not know....
RE: taking a break from love
See ya round girl...best wishes and good luck......
RE: Love.
Hello Odette, Well I've never been called Mr Romance before, sounds nice, thank you for your kind and sensitive words, Phil....
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