My Dearest Son.
Just loss
In Memory
So tell me now, it’s been so long Since last time I did see you What is it like to where you moved This place that you call home now I must admit, tis often that I miss you So many times I think of you You always were so much more I miss you
Coming
This poem was written on 19 March 1996.
Death
Death creeps quietly in often taking by surprise one last gasp of air leaving behind pain sadness, sorrow and such loss emptiness of heart days pass by in grief each becomes full of torment as one struggles on no light just darkness n
Looking Back
Life was so much different then When I was young and free No cares or worries to bother me As a merchant marine I went to sea Around the world so many times The things I saw and did None compared to sweet Marie When I found her in Madrid
The loss of an old friend
This happened a while ago and i am sure all animal lovers will understand what it feels like to lose one of these special friends.
broken heart
Into the wooden coffin they place me My bones cold and stiff Frozen now in time Motionless In my best suit and trousers A nice white rose and new bow tie My hair nicly styled Ready for the party am I A neet little dancer A party goer I
FOR SEAMUS........
Seamus Heaney. Ireland's own poet laureate died 30th Aug 2013.....
“Coping”
Sitting at this bar on another dismal day. Hoping this drink drowns my dismay. Gulp! Gulp! Glass empty, yet another joy has gone away. Excuse bar keep send another one my way. Nothing seems to fill this void in my heart? Remedy, alcohol you j
You Have Left
An empty space you left behind A hole to big to fill All around the angels cry To sing they’ve lost their will Even God in heaven sits And somberly stares down Shakes his head, wipes a tear Just cannot move his frown Gone you are, no long
Ballad of the Drunkard
Inspired by an article on Irish tradesmen coming to Canada after being recruited for jobs.
Witness
Seeing where it ends - all life under a cold stone with inscription Like a pressure cabin to keep the memory fresh Is it real? Or are we only afraid to forget? Actually, more afraid to be forgotten ourselves Once in time - when no sign marks our
This Halloween Night
A hair standing shiver run down my spine It's the dust of the dead and wandering souls The hour hand strikes twelve and the grandfather clock chime Ghostlike shadows searching for past memories of long ago The night wind echoes, carrying whisp
Goodbye to MDF
I was just informed yesterday of the tragic death of a lovely woman.
So you know
For someone I Loved (Love?)
Pondering Rumi ( and a little more)
just thinkibg
Pigeons on the Roof of a Hotel
A five-star hotel is here nearby the over-bridge a centre of attraction for tourists with all privileges and opulence. Black pigeons on the roof of it and their flying in circle attracts them to get a room in it. The hotel grins at the tem
A life lost...
This poem is about the life of someone lost by the gun
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 .............
The Power of the Gods
the aftermath of the most devastating typhoon Haiyan in the Philippines is an experience never to be forgotten...how insignificant we are...and powerless compared to the power of mother nature..
Message From Above
As we look in the sky above we think of the ones who shared our love we remember the time when they passed away and we think of them everyday And when we look at the stars at
Heaven
My cousin just lost her husband cos of cancer after they live together for 15 year. And I wrote this for her (my cousin)
Loss
No matter what family and friends say, the loss of a loved one can never be replaced.
Goodbye my friend
This poem is dedicated to dear friends who have pasted away. We shared collecting North American Native fishes Focused on our first experiences collecting the Rainbow Shiner (notropus crosomus)
For My Wife
This is about my wife who fought cancer three times before,and then it came back ever stronger and finally took Her. To All Women I'll say this please have whatever check ups You can so if You end up with cancer You may have the chance to fight it,and possibly win the fight.My wife did so the three other times,but sadly She didn't stop smoking till after that third time. I believe if she had,then possible She would still be here.This cancer appeared in the lungs,Cancer can be very deadly,so please do whatever to protect Yourself.
Epitaph
I hope the world always respect departed relatives.
Flight Home.
My Mother in law went to the Church of Adam & Eve in Dublin to pray and was struck by a vehicle on her exit. Sadly she passed away a short time later. I wrote this for the family. The arms in the air are her children desperately trying to pull her back.
one plus one...............
How Twins sense each others feelings even after death............
Just One More Moment...Please
This is about a child who fought cancer.
forever
something i wrote and wanted to share with all my friends and family i love you all so much and i wish i would have said that at my dads last party i miss the old man a lot and wish he was still here love ya pops
crystal heart
Crystal heart Object of beauty Fragile Moulded with care Idolised This heart of glass Moulded with care This object On display for all to see Its hidden parts visual to the touch Built to view the working of vision Its flowing h
Visional illusions. Thoughtful delusions.
I wrote it for a friend, that had just found out that her husband had been cheating on her. He also was rarely ever around, for her and their 3 year old son. He was out of town a lot, I think studying to be a cook or doing cook work up in northern MN. So, no, the poem is not about me. Why must we choose a category? That's stupid. I also don't know what the style is. My poem is what it is, heck some of you might not even call it a poem.
The diary
I am a fireman at local hall #39 when we recieved a 5 alarm call for a terrible fire on the south side of town.. A 22 year veteran my crew and I scampered to our hook and ladder as we had done hundred times before and we raced to the fire with un
Guernica
on carpet of wight smoke innocence broke and shadows of war drew tight the cloak painting faces with death and flame for the evil of nations gain
The Arrow------villanelle
The arrow pierced his armour causing an open painful wound he had thought there would be glamour He lay waiting feeling amour as he saw a woman gowned The arrow pierced his armour His wound she did kindly cover to her spirit he's attuned
Prayers Unaswered
Prayers unanswered...
I Exists In My Dreams
!!!HELP !!! I thought this feeling was gone My dreams where me and my husband meet.
Feelings
just opening up the memory box,
Pain
I wrote this after my dog had past away.
Mortality
Not so long ago I buried my Uncle who was only 4 years older than I, he was my fathers youngest brother and now his older sister passed yesterday the last remaining sibling on my fathers side. So no more members exist just their children this is the way of life, so when you get that chance to love someone for real keep them close and think of your own mortality.
boy soldier
on the centenary of the great war,this poems about waterford boy john condon reputed to be the youngest soldier to die in the war.
gaining wings
Will I have wings White fluffy feathers As tall as I I'll stretch my wings as far as I can Flap them Preen then clean them Make sure there dry Now my wings are in fine condition My white robe clean and Sparkling white My hallo