Grieving
Grieving from the Grave by Criostior.
Mr. B.
It was a gorgeous sunny day ... On the day you passed away. Suddenly, the day didn’t seem so nice anymore ... I was feeling so hurt, down to my very core. Since then I’ve thought of you, day in and day out ... I just miss you so deeply
RETURN OF YESTERDAY
Well - this poem could really relate to what is going on right now in the world. Many are losing loved ones to the COVID-19! Prayers for all dealing with this Monster Virus worldwide. A little revision today 3/13/20 After 11 1/2 years passing of my Mom - grief can still catch me at times unexpectedly.
My Dog
I made order in the attic and found my dog's collar. It still has her smell...i started to cry realising how much i was missing her....so that poem came to me. And like usually Robert thanks for your corrections
The Day of Infamy
Lest we forget this day of infamy
ANGEL CAFE
September 2020: It has been 3 years since you left Poetry Corner for eternity in Heaven with our Lord and Savior. We miss you dearly Cafe. Date you entered Heaven Sept. 17, 2017: Love to Cafe Jim - we will miss you dearly
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There are so many words I can't bring myself to say for if I do, what have I to cling onto? "She was a lady, one of the best", I hear you say, the word "was" like a dart in my heart, she "is" I scream in silence, not willing to accept this grief
YES
My belated mom was a very special to me ... whatever she did, however she reacted with my attitudes, why she did this and that, oftenly ... I can't figure it out ... BUT at last I know that she did it because she LOVES me! And this poem is for you BUNDA ... I know I'm not good to make this ... but I know that THERE IN YOUR NEW HOME ... you love this!! Memories of you will always with me.
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!
MOM
Written months after her passing and the loss will always linger! 2009 Tweaked and added 2 lines on 9/17/17 and (Mother's Day) 5/13/18 redo 3/30/22
Loss
I wrote this poem at a time when a dear friend had lost his wife in a tragic accident. I saw how much he grieved for her and it broke my heart. I chose to write This poem in a feeble effort to express, in some small way, my condolences And an empathic understanding of what he might be going through.
THE LORD KNOWS WHY
It's about loss.... who can't relate? Tweaked 9/10/17
126 in 22 days
This is a poetical stand for those people who have taken their own lives in Ireland this year. If Ireland’s suicide rate keeps going at the same pace. Ireland will lose over 2000 people by the end of the year. Please don’t let happen. Make our government stand up and take notice of this epidemic before it is too late.
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
A Starry Night
There's nothing much to say it sorta went this way I looked at a picture that has become a fixter in a museum far far away.
Homecoming (In memory of my dad)
In loving memory of my father Kendrick Sharpe. Missionary, pastor of Antioch Missionary Baptist church. Who passed on the 11th day of June 2017, one day shy of his 53rd wedding anniversary. Love and miss u dad. Proud to be your son!
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".
Knight Rules
This poem was inspired by the poetic life of Café Jim (cafetwo2010) and godsprincess' ANGEL CAFE tribute to him. Sir Thomas Lemuel Hawke of Cornwall’s twenty rules to govern Knights, written in 1483, gives one reason to consider how much one has to invest in this life.
Ships in the Night (To Cafe)
For the years that I've been on here, I have crossed swords with some and had agreeable chats with others. Jim was certainly of the latter. He wrote from the heart and I suspect typified that honest American, no nonsense ideal. He was the genuine article. You could see that from his poetry. I'm saddened to hear that he is no longer with us. We all tread that tightrope. Fond memories dear Cafe.
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!
Walking Shadow
To quote the Bard: "Life is a walking shadow." Recent events have inspired me on this one.
SINGLE
SINGLE… Single to hold single to write single to live ,single to type single to eat to sleep to bear to wake up alone with whom to share? Single to breath single to scare single to carry,single to bed And single moment of despair has single e
A wonderful walk with Cafe
Our beautiful friend. He and others know. xx
58 danube 3135
one of 1000 faces, of reality
On Reflection
I wrote this poem in a particularly painful period in my life. I hadn't paid much attention to myself for many years and one day I just looked in the mirror and this poem sprung to my mind
Our daughters wedding day
I sit here as the tears stream down my face In two weeks our baby girl will take on a husband You won’t be here I know you will be watching with pride why did you have to go and die Our daughter will dance with our son Our son will be the
Transitions
My father died on May 30th, 1990 while I was still in my teens yet I wrote this in 2004 or 2005 when I worked on Cruise ships and inspired to write. In the past, I had a tendency to bury difficult things until I was ready to consciuosly process it through writing...a hobby I wish I had pursued with more passion. Anyways, I thought I'd post it here to mark the occasion.... It is the first time I am posting something this private in a public forum. I'm not sure what category or style this will fit into but I sincerely hope you enjoy it. Thank You.
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 death. I am teaching myself emptiness; the gambler
ALL DIE YOUNG
King Solomon had everything a person could desire, including wisdom. He declared all to be, "...vanity, a grasping for the wind." So live your life in contentment and joy. Die in peace knowing all your labor in life, all your material possessions and wealth are worth less than piss on a paupers' grave.
Goodbye to Aida
A good friend of a very dear person to me passed yesterday. She was only 50. May she Rest In Peace.
Vanity
It talks about inevitability of death and old age
WATER, WIND AND ASH
I think of then as I force this pen Into empty words of current ken Of mice and men And scores and ten The man was a boy when he woke and cried And I recall the night When tiny arms lifted for rushing h
Dog Days Are Over
For Mitsy x
Another day
So the wind chill factor is -5 but I'll stay alive, this doorway is cold but I have cardboard boxes to fold, I can be ok, I can be alright, I know I'll get through another night, and tomorrow will be another day,,, and I hope, maybe better, somewher
Desire of a Flower
I wrote this a few years after my wife died back in the late 90's. The words speak for themselves.
One more loss
another painful loss We lost our dog right before the new year . I hope he feels better and calmer THERE
I dont know
not much to say
Photo
The rains came As so often they do Filled with heavy monotony Landing where your footsteps Had gently crushed the grass You are no longer with us But the paths you trod On your life’s journey Still remain Always reminding us That once you
Farewell but not Goodbye
My final words for my mother which will forever endure as the written word remains long after we do
Piece Of Mind
It was 12-4-92 when I wrote this. Being towards very much more songwriter than poet, I started out loosely with this and it all took form. Odd as it seems, it was at the end of the Gulf War; yet, perhaps, it fits most best as of now?
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
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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