never die
Do I want to live for ever Never to grow old To stay young and slim Never to be old Days will be endless What would I do Get married as you grow old And out live you A constant companion I would want To fill my long lonly days Of
Last Night
At night my lost memory of you returned and I was like the empty field where springtime, without being noticed, is bringing flowers; I was like the desert over which the breeze moves gently, with great care; I was like the dying patient who, fo
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life goes on
Life goes on As life ends As we mourn a passing As the hum of everyday life plays in the background Life goes on Anniversaries and birthdays hold memories As Visits to the grave become less frequent less needed Life goes on We welcom
Daytonadute RIP
Daytonadude will be missed By so many!
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.
Tranquility
Just a poem that came to me while jogging down the beach a few minutes ago and I wanted to share with my brothers and sisters in poetry..Thank you for reading!
Red
This, for love? Fear not concerned reader, she yet lives. "For we are Gods handiwork, created in Christ Jesus to do GOOD works which God prepared in advance for us to do... Eph 2:10
Bitter
A widowed wife.
The Song
Let there be an end to grieving.
Lifes Door
Just how things will be one day.
See you in heaven
For my late wife Nancy who soared to heaven in May 2011..We miss you this Easter..
Noah
Rain has fallen in deluge Flooding is the bane of low lands I would build on a platform to float And nare be without a boat My dwelling anchored firmly Watch houses being swept by The water recedes and we descend To settle down in the vist
Stolen Time
Stolen Time He sits upon the ocean bluff staring out to sea. This old poet of many years lost in me
The Portrait
A poem making us realize what we loose as we grow old
" Hit The Switch ! " ( Cafetwo Challenge.).
Thanks for the challenge Jim !
Nations of America
The sorrowful day of 9/11 The day that America was brought together That is what we are We are a Nation Divided but together Nothing will seperat us Our Faith Our Love Our Compassion For our nation is the purpose we recognize 9/11 Every yea
A fond farewell to a friends beloved sister
Just how do we pen sorrow beyond description, how do we find words to paint the beauty of former days, that by cancerous fate in all its torturous pain, daily played its destructive game,yet despite the physical, deterioration and suffering, its evil never conquered the stoic spirit, for its beauty remains alive.
Sunken Mysteries
Is it just me or are all poets drawn to the water?
What matters.... Cafe's Challenge
Only two things matter at the end of everyone's day: God and the people in our lives! I have seen atheists and agnostics pray nearing their passing away...and it made me wonder ....Life (the spirit that makes us human )must return to where it came from......
Silent Screams
there are screams we never get to hear...unless we are in the same boat we'll never understand that nothing can fill us up like a silent scream does...
And a Poet Sleeps
And a Poet Sleeps Crushed memories of yesteryear Pressed between chapters of age. Pages full, Of white lace & blackberries. Moonlit walks, Holding hands & passionate kisses. Summers full, of flowers, lazy days, picnic baskets & rowboats.
Defeated dreams
This poem is writen to honour memorie of my late partner.
JAMES MY FIRST LOVE
This peice is about my first love who i have lost because on sickness its been a while but i miss him all the same he was not just my love but my very best friend RIP MY ANGEL
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watery grave clouds on the surface of her reflection
Old
It's only a poem.
Moment's
"WAIT" ... not yet give me a moment with him. God give me strength to walk by myself. If i fall...lift me from my knees give me a moment if you please for the last time...to be at his side. Give me a moment upon his face to gaze to remi
Undying love
Know who you love and who you love..let them know!
The killing of HOPE
some say breaking sad news is one of the hardest things to do..well tonight i found out just how hard it is when i had to tell my dad how sick mum really is...she wouldn't tell him, so i had to, it was only right he knew... must admit what some people say, is indeed very true.
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
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.
sacrament of the soul
It is a rainy night when the wind beats at your door like a lover you have turned away ~ She comes back trailing leaves and branches. She comes back in a shower of earth. She comes back with blades of grass still clinging to her hair.
Hic Jacet
She is the woman I follow, whenever I enter a room she has been there- with her hair smelling of lavender & lions with her dress blacker than Indian ink, with her shoes moving like lizards over the waves of silken rug. Sometimes I thin
Loving Farewell
For Kimmy and Emily.
In the angel's arms
My goodbye poem to my Granny. We said goodbye on Wednesday. Thank you to all who expressed their sympathies. Extra special thanks to MM for all your help! You are the best!
Hide me now
Missing you Granny!
Countless Memories
If you ask him, he will talk for hours how at fourteen he hammered signs, fingers raw with cold, and later painted bowers in ladies' boudoirs; how he played checkers for two weeks in jail, and lived on bread; how he fled the border to a country
Michael Jackson: 5 years
Miss you Michael, a lot!
Tribute to a Dead Poet
Take my pen and hand me a sword. Take my sword and hand me a pen. The Donau held its breath, turned blue, & died, the hills could only stare & shake their complacent heads, the winds avoided Bavaria all together as the
Under Ben Bulben
Under bare Ben Bulben's head In Drumcliff churchyard Yeats is laid. An ancestor was rector there Long years ago,a church stands near, By the road an ancient cross. No marble,no conventional phrase; On limestone quarried near the spot By his co
loss/death
life is a winding path to trace years filling memory's with peoples face see where they have fallen in places by the wish to linger in loves graces as if one last time to embrace that which we can not replace yet unto the center you must brac
Trapped
This Poem dedicated to Phungerl, who took her own life last week, I will miss your poetry,laughter and friendship. Rest in peace and be happy.