sunshine dark cries
sunshine bright as day feel my skin as i cry within feel my pain as my walls come crashing in lift my heart let me sing it is through light and dark i get my wings sunshine dark cries mommy you died and with you is my childhood gone as i am now a man
as you walk
as you walk on a lazy beach up the pathway to the clifftop with a song inside your head the keys of the piano playing with inspiration each step as you reach the top there you look down over the restless waves and this theme..the impossible
On England Bloom
When I read about this tradegy I was moved to tears at the loss of such innocence and at the same time angry at such a crime. Both very strong emotions (grief and anger) that stirred in me a need to express my feelings. I do write poetry that whilst driven like many arts by emotion, are inspiring as well. Thank you for letting me share it...great idea this forum. :)
Mum Said
My much loved Great Uncle George. My mother did not think children should be involved with mourning. Even though I visited him often. My first loss. And no chance to grieve.
Dancing in the Graveyard
True story...
memories struggle
vases at cemeteries blooming with the memories soldiers in ancestral pass mournful widows shadows cast all the pointless staffs stuck to greening earth relentless forgiveness to decompose our restlessness why was this done why are you g
Granny’s Home
I wrote this after I lost my grandmother...
together for ever
I was in love with a girl in 1993. I love her very much and she also.. But suddenly one day i was getting a big shock that she died in malaria. That days are very very painfull, i can't describe. This poem i read in a news paper that time and i store it in my heart..... For my beloved ...
BOLDLY KISS THE LIPS OF DEATH...
ONLY THE STRONG WILL UNDERSTAND THIS...I DONT EXPECT MANY OF YOU TO.
when it's my time?
I wrote this after my brother in law passed away from losing his battle with liver cancer. I made me think about my own mortality and the unknown, when it's our time.
Closed Door
Prickly skin warning of things unseen. Waiting and watching as time goes by. Feeling unable to move from pain. Wanting to move unwilling to try. Days gathering in darkened corners. Greeting reflection I do not know. Insides hiding letting outsi
Never Forgotten
The sunset for my mother on October,14,2007.
Scattered
~ Scattered ~ I can hear your whisper in a crowded room. See your smile under a faded moon. Chasing your memory has me all but consumed. Reaching my hand to feel your touch, seems to get lost in the fog and dust. I must have faith
Not a poem but a eulogy
Had to be said...
dead reckoning
does any god permit the dissent of his prodigal people with banished love forever, never to be returned to us or are we always allowed forgiveness and mercy mercy given to raging anger and blind ignorance were ancient gods just, or just like us
5 years ago
must
~A last lost tear~
A write for the many who have lost great love in their life.
Reminders
Reminders of a cowboy whose life was tragically cut short.
Hear the Rain Slant?
I am amongst the woods. Naked. The trees sway somberly in the moonlight as night unfurls. The crisp air fingers my vertebrae like a harp - arpeggiare. Nature is here. Without streetlamps. Without automobiles. Without radio. Without televisi
my grief!!!
I lost my mother little under 2Yrs back and that pain still lingers on. i know there are many who share my experience.
I LOST MY OLD SOLDIER TODAY
They say you should keep this poem until you can pass it on. Today is my day!! A DOG’S PRAYER If it should be that I grow weak And pain should keep me from my sleep
A Million Times
My son Jason aged 16 years died tragically and senselessly 6 weeks ago today, this is for you my love may you R I P till we meet again.
No Excuses
Sitting here not knowing. What I am to do next. I see the time has come. To move on and start growing. When I thought by now..... My life would be on the setting sun. But my work I guess is not done. I still feel the wonder of a child. And I
The Last Gift
The sun beat through the canopy and the dappled light played upon the cool forest floor. A little boy sat by rivers edge and dangled his feet just above. In his hands was his birthday gift. A fishing pole with reel and line. It was from his big
No Good War
In honor of Veteran's Day and all service personnel who sacrifice to nurture peace around the world.
Up From the Darkness
Dedicated to anyone who has lost some precious. I wrote it for my cousin who passed away four years ago. It explains what it feels like to lose a loved one, but in the end how they'll always be with us.
falling prey to failure
should difficulty enter our lives, focus upon our selves...
Death Awaits
I think we all wonder when and how death will take us. As I get older I think of it more, don't want to but the end is closer than before.
perception lies to us
posted this in a thread- wanted to post here too- thanks ------------------------------------------ NOT REFERRING TO ANYONE HERE it is always amazing to me how self centered and tunnel visioned some people can be always wrapped up
THE DARKEST DAY
Why? It just needed to be said.
9 days
a friend that sadly died ,
My Jason
9 weeks today my son died
In Cemetery of Love
I liked the poem, so decided to translate it from Russian. The author is Martha Georg - a modern poet writing in Russian and being published in Georgia.
Inside
Crying on the inside, with a smile on my face, All my emotions i do erase. All alone I break apart, My heart is like abstract art . No beginning, no ending, My thoughts of not offending. Just another face, the heart unseen, To you a clean blan
danger
hanging by a thread but too weak and too chicken and too in love with my daughter to leave
i just found out
this poem is dedicated to Eric, R.I.P.
When.....
will you???
Dad , The House is Empty
We've moved out of the house where Dad past away ..and it's hard as hell to leave this place !! even the THINGS can say goodbye !!
Death
Eh, saw a poem thing, so thought i'd post this, from high school, not my best but if this gets remarks maybe more will come
The Fight In Me
My beautiful Mitzi (my cat) passed away last week after fifteen wonderful years togeather.
You're leaving
It's about my friend, who is suffering from devastating disease and we just hope she will live as long as she can. But the most dreadful thing is that she was abandoned at a time when she most needed a loving husband beside her.
not enough roses for lily
dedicated to all the women struggling with cancer are whos died of cancer remember there's always someone that cares