You're Not With Me
When your wife dies the pain is not so sharp after time but some things and or thoughts can bring it rushing back
Das Fazit dieses Leben (The verdict of this life)
Ich schaue in den Himmel über und Ich weine Insofern möchte Ich versuchen Meine Lieben nicht wieder zu mir Das ist das Fazit dieses Leben, das Ich sehen All mein Schmerz war mehr, als Ich ertragen konnte Und es dauerte eine lange Zeit für meine
Paladins minute
Heard it on a Tv show in the 80s it has stuck with me ever since, Sums up about everything really.
Remember Me
You cannot see me, As I'm a shadow of your past, My life ending was meant to be, Nothing ever lasts. I've been with you since the day I died, Making sure no harm comes your way, I've always been right by your side, At night, beside you I lay.
i weeped ageless
Dedicated to my mom who died unexpectedly on April 27th 2009
out of time
life is short and for the living,live your life while you still have time.
Broken Lanterns in the Moonlight.
A random thought while walking through the woods one night...put it on the shelf and perhaps oneday more will come of it.
Rapture in the Moonlight.
I found a sketch dated after Broken Lanterns in the Moonlight...this transpired from the aforementioned. Comments and Criticism encouraged.
Loneliness
The poem basically is about losing someone close to you. I wrote this particular poem because it is a dedication to someone. I felt really sad and depressed at the time of the poem creation.
Regret
It's about my ex-wife who is dying of pancreatic cancer it is not complete and probaly not very good but writing has helped me cope
Lost in the night....
This is what it feel like when your alone....
How Could You Leave Us
I had a uncle who passed away 2 years this December and I wrote this poem for him and how my family is feeling right now.
A Life Remembered
I wrote this after watching the tribute to Michael Jackson. Because I think no matter how anyone rethinks it. Either that being positive or negative. I don't actually think there is a single soul alive, that has not smiled at least once because of this person. I myself can recall smiling when I was a kid, and I was amazed at how he did the moon walk..
Running Out of Time
Well I wrote this poem when micheal jackson died it got me thinking because no one expected him to die it just happend and the whole world was left speechless.
the taliban who are they
in the mountains of afganistan they hide faces coverd they are hidden like cowards they hide shooting their pointed guns in directions no one knows they are there all around unseen but heard in holes they have dug shooting snipping firi
Adrift for not, a thousand years
This flowed one night during a tough time in my life. Cheers all. :)
Junta Johnson
This poem is about the JFK assassination.
a cutter's love
my best friend died from suicid on June 15, 2009!!! I wrote this about her because her dadsat there laughing while she was cutting and i was trying to get her to stop but she died!!!
MY DEAR SWEET SISTER ANNETTE
MY SISTER GOT KILLED ON JUNE 10TH OF THIS YEAR.SHE WAS MURDERED BY A MAN WHO CLAIMED TO LOVE HER.IT HURT ME SO BAD THAT I COULD NOT EVEN GO VEIW HER BODY OR ATTEND THE FUNERAL EITHER.I PRAYED TO GOD TO PLEASE HELP ME DEAL WITH THIS.ONE NIGHT I WAS GOING THROUGH SOMETHING I COULD NOT GET HER OFF OF MY MIND ,SO I GRABBED A PEN AND PAPER AND STARTED WRITING FROM MY HEART.IT HELPED AFTERWARDS BUT I WILL ALWAYS MISS HER BECAUSE I RAISED HER HER ALONG WITH SIX MORE BROTHERS AND SISTERS.
Just Seven
The seven year old boy wears his Sunday best this day. His porcelain face is flawless, and his complexion rosy- a work of art. His neatly pressed clothes perfectly fit, and adorn him handsomely. Yet, the mannequin body is inanimate, as i
war
No one chooses who they are or how they come here But we all have somthing in common The colour of skin has made so much trouble I have alot of freinds and family who have come seeking refuge from war..... and these ppl are gorgous souls, who have experianced anothers selfishness. I have been told many stories and i could write for eva from what i have learnt.
Loosing my Jesse
I lost the love of my life two years ago come august 30th, I have not been able to get my barrings since I lost him and it's been very hard for me.I am trying very hard to be a great mom and appear fine but it's hard.I am not complaining about my life because I am very lucky I have a beautiful daughter, a great home, and I have had great love for and from wonderful people. I was very fortunate in many ways. When I lost Jesse it was like a bomb went off and we had no warning he was 31 and he had a massive heart attack and it was so sudden. Just a thursday afternoon.... Anyway it was hard and for anyone who has lost a loved one I am sorry for your loss, it's hard I know. It's the small things that get me through thinking of his laugh and the things we enjoyed doing together, watching him watch our daughter.Hold onto the good memories and let the bad one's go. Here's to you Jesse Ray I love you!
Borderland
(1) Borderland ( epitaph for rock stars that die too young) And so it went in motion. The roaring sound of horses, pounding on the sands of rhymes. eyes glared, nostrils flared, wild horses hunt down the night. Reason and thought elude. I
State of Grace
The dreams we have lost staring aimlessly into the hearth, to the flicker fleck of burning turf. Reflective, of days to come, days gone by. The blue hued smoke, billows its tunnell along the soot lined flue, Hoping escape from hades rue.
a happy little family (just us three) we miss you
This poem is about the loss of my love, Jesse Ray. Jesse died August 30, 2007 he was 31 years old and had a massive heart attack out of nowhere. I spoke to him on his cellphone phone about a hour in a half before he died, he said he had been stung by a bee and had to get off work early be you never know when the last time you talk to someone that this is going to be the last time you hear their voice the conversation plays over and over in my mind and I constantly think what could I have done differently, I should have done something, why didn't I know? it's all my fault! I hate myself! Why? Why? Why? WHY?WHY?WHY?WHY?WHY?...We have a five year old daughter who was three at the time, it was awful!...Anyway this is therapy for me it has been almost two years and I am just now being able to write about it so I am this is my second piece so bare with me if this is familiar due to my last piece but I have to get it out there. Thanks for being my outlet I am forever thankful. And to those of you who too have lost a loved one my heart goes out to you, be strong and hold on to those good memories let go of the bad ones and remember that they are in a better place in no pain and able to feel all the love there is.
the dead rose
"The dead rose" walking through the ashes hand in hand kicking through the skulls we were one a dead rose upon my grave placed there by your hands the smell of fall lingers through the fog of night can you here the cries of these damn
Ach. . . no we ride I say!
A tribute to the many clansmen that sacrificed to save their land and their heritage, in the highland's.
Unborn Child
My sister lost her baby so i wrote it in honor of her child
Jennifer's Song
An angel sang her way in to my heart Early one rainy spring day.. And brought with her sunshine into my life, But alas she could not stay. Such a beautiful smile She wore to hide her pain, Her heart an umbrella To shield us from the
Dealing with a loss of a loved one.
I wrote this poem because I have lost my husband of 16 years 10 months ago. Everyday is a struggle but you gotta keep moving on so how I cope is I write it helps me and I wanted to share with all of you. We all should not take life for granted we should cherish every moment we have because life can sure surprise you at times and one moment your on top of the world the next moment you are going thru something that is so unexplainable words can't even express it. Trust me when I say this that dealing with grief is a emotion I don't wanna feel but your human and you feel it thank god I found someone whos helping me thru it and Im ever so thankful.
A Lost Friend
I sit back and sip this on this champagne Wondering why my friend Dwayne Could not restrain Shooting that cane into his veins I use to ask him to explain What was meant to be gained The only answer I received was the fast lane We fought every
John The Love I Lost
This was the first poem I wrote after John's death. It pretty much sums up how I feel after his death. All you connecting single members feel free to read. For anyone who has lost Im sure you can relate to this. Peace
Lost
I walk the streets of memory A town of empty ruins The streets are paved with misery On which my dreams are strewn Darkness filled with imagery A scene where players play A stage where pain is symmetry I long to turn the page I hear the call
His hidden tear shows
A reflection of a tough time in my life:) Written today for a very special lady that was a huge part of my life. My Mom. :)
The Children of the Night
I have won an award for this one a friend if mine has lost 2 children to drugs it time to say no more talk to your children
Heart Beat Away
I have written this for my Children
doors
Slowly I watch life drizzle down as if it is nothing more than an insane summer rain. The children enjoy the rain but it gets to them after a while, "Father, I want to kill you" is the last thing that child said before he became a man. Put on
Different eyes tell Different lies
35 years of a Guerrilla war ended three months ago. Millions of people died.. and it was sheer horror growing up with a death threat lurking in every corner for all your life. Written for the politician and the war mongers
~Sid ~(Barrett, Pink Floyd)
A tribute to Sid Barrett . . . Pink Floyd. . . .
wooden desire
This tree stood firm, in the midst of a shadow, a silent witness of all that had happened, it could not speak, it wept soundless, the wind whispered, 'can I heal your grief?' The star came and tried to caress its twigs, but this weeping tr
My ANGEL IN BLACk
This is all true and my guardian Angel became a good friend of mine a wounderfull young man I was having a really hard time dealing with things when my husband died in 1999 and I didnt want to live then out of the blue this wounderfull man showed up at my door when I asked him what he wanted he replyed with the words I have written There really are Angels with us
An Irish Heart
I guess this isn't really a poem, but my Granny died some time ago and it was a tough time for me, as although I now don't have relationship with my parents I loved her very very much. It kind of helped me to write things down; it still does.