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
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.
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.
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
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.
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
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.
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!
x
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
Grieving
Grieving from the Grave by Criostior.
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 LORD KNOWS WHY
It's about loss.... who can't relate? Tweaked 9/10/17
The Day of Infamy
Lest we forget this day of infamy
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
Dark Night
Twenty-four dark years rain down on Batman’s cave and bullets cloud summer. Pandemonium! Life’s delicate balance lost. Summer tears stream down. I am not surprised, says son's mother, reported. Summer reign shocks world.
Another Rose
A FB friend lost her mother last week so I wrote this.
My Angels
just something i wrote along time ago for people and family to ponder upon
" It was only a dream but it seemed so real"
Seems like only yesterday, We were like brothers. You were bigger than me, Always watching out for me, Protecting me from the others. Meeting you here seems so real, Im sorry that its the only way. I fold my hands and close my eyes, Oh my
When The Reaper Comes For You
Are you next on my list?
TO MY LATE GIRLFRIEND
to my woman who means a lot to me till her untimely death....
A Shadow To The World
I wrote this poem, not really for myself, but for a girl who feels like she has nothing to look forward to anymore and just... feels completely empty. In the end it talks about a new life about to be born, when in reality, you'd think that meant a baby or something... Nah, it basically means death--turning into something beyond our world right now, like an afterbirth kind of thing.
Gate To Heaven
I wrote this for my grandma who passed away in 2009.
PEACE
WROTE THIS AT THE LOSS OF MY MAM...BEST FRIEND WHO MADE ME WHO I AM... SHE WAS AND IS A GUIDING LIGHT IN MY LIFE
A Day On The Beach
Warm, inviting Your beach calls out to me A cool breeze whispers of your presence I turn to look but you're not there I turn again and walk alone Another breeze whispers your name And you are with me once more
Together forever
This poem is for my late husband my jon x who was taken from me 6 years ago this december he was 52 years old and i love him so very much, I did write this poem not long after he died but its been kept in a draw till now on a very tear stained piece of paper. I know that i'm not the only person to lose a loved one so i know my jon would agree with me when i say, that this is for all the people who have loved and lost. x catra
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
The Great Adventure
What great adventures lay beyond This world that we can see One step outside this world we take When death to us comes near We should not with fright greet The harbinger of death But gladly embrace all he brings On this brand new journey beg
Remember (Happy Happy poem) LOL
Remember me as you pass by, For as You are now so once was I, as I am now so you shall be, prepare for death and follow me.
Hero Worship & Mortality
Johnny Callison was a star right fielder for the generally hapless Philadelphia Phillies of the 1960's. As a baseball-crazed youngster, I idolized the gifted left-handed slugger. My trusty transistor radio was tuned in to all Phillie game broadcasts
Making a Choice
This poem is about suicide or thoughts of wanting to kill themselves or harm themselves or others. There are many reasons people tend to commit suicide. Down on life, relationship problems, bullied or abused both mentally and physically. This short poem is meant to anyone who might be thinking of hurting themselves or anyone else. The person in this poem is crying out to God to kill him, he cries out all night long and cries through the night. When he see's the sunrise he realized God din't kill him. So he was angry at God and yelled and screamed at him. He wanted to know why he didn't kill him. And God told him he had a choice as did every human he made. He could harm himself and his soul lost forever or he could recieve his gift and join him in heaven. What will your choice be?
Broken
The one friend I had, who promised she'd never leave me like all my other friends have, lied. She left me. She deleted me from facebook, blocked me from Deviant Art, and just because I have had a hard time these past 6 years finding work. She assumes every single city/state is the same and everyone can get hired if they beg door to door. Friendship is not something you find in a store isle with a price sticker on it...you care about people because of who they are, not for what they have or don't have. You care because you have their trust and they're willing to tell you the deep dark secrets from their lives, not because they pulled money out of their purse to buy your affections. I must admit, she was my last remaining friend. So, I did cry, and hide in my own little emotional shell and I don't know if I want to come out again. Not if it means, more people leaving me.
Water, Trees, Wind, Emptiness
This is a (probably bad) translation by myself of a poem I wrote in my native tongue. I don't know if it even becomes anything near to a poem in English. But I post it anyway.
Alone
Just relized I've been in this dance solo, since you let go of me I've felt way too low. I've learned to work around lifes curves myself, while you turned your back, insulted me, but i grew stronger. Mad and out characther when your presence
I Lossed Another Fool.
Don't want to believe this is the end. Too much and too complicated to start again. Every single love seems intoxicating, but for that feel good always ends with heart breaking. Scream out for you to hold me through, but it seems yet again a
Witness.
The empathy and isolation I felt for someone in pain.
Heaven Seekers
24/08/2009
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..
And Then Some
Soul mates
Queens
for a friend.......too soon to say
For What It's Worth
Challenged to write a poem with that as a theme ...For What It's Worth
In memory of Jesse
My oldest son Jesse hung himself on 10/2/2005. A loss that I will never get over and the questions remain today. I miss him so much at times I cry alot. It is the memories and the birthdays and holidays that make it the hardest. Each day that passes he is in my heart and mind. Just wishing I had that one last chance to tell him how much he meant to me.
I AM Coming Home
poem wrote the day my husband died
RE: ~Bare in Belize~ Limerick
lol thanks Scatlyn for enjoying this...
RE: New Day
Yes lovely poem of love of everthing...
RE: Dating Woes
Yes Odetter it is definitely a two way street. Thank for reading my poem and your comment....
RE: "Sunlight"
Can't be nothen better then the morning sunlight on a crisp Sunday morning. reminds me of those sunday mornings I don't get to many chances to enjoy those anymore.thank you for sharing...
RE: A few good women (tribute to SCatlyn)
Dear Cafe Jim, I'm adding my comment to Laura's, in what a beautiful write this is, irrespective of who it's written for. It's just beautiful... and so well-written... from the pen of an extremely talented poet... Always, Cat p.s.Don't...
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