Hope
Have you ever felt the solitude That the darkness of life can bring Where black an grays are only rude An no sunlight can ever get in T'is a place where negativity thrives An hope is too far away Has shattered many lives Never too see anothe
bus hits mountain bike- ouch
The day of my accident which did happen ouch those busses do hurt like hell 31 04 20011 at 11 45 this is a true story i live to tell the tale
Inconsolable
Inspired by Edgar Allan Poe's poem "The Sleeper," from which I borrowed the first line.
A Birthday Wish
I wrote this for my sons birthday, he was killed in a car accident 7yrs ago
At the WAKE
This is not the final product a sketch
At the WAKE
This is the final product this is a work in progress a sketch hear the music see the people dancing swirling and feel the sound of their stomping feet Rhythems and songs that can only happen the other side of the wake.
Friend
What is to give light must endure burning
Hate is for Hate
Hate is for hate There's no give and take It's mean as a snake And just as hard to shake Hate is a fake No love will it take No deal can you make Except drown it in a lake Hate is for hate It never shows up late The only truth ab
A Plea from Babylon
Desert sand sips on western blood. Life dwindled on a dust storm. The Mid-East is drunk; smashed on the substance of juvenile lives. Baghdad staggers and stomachs churn; a harsh place with no feeling for western existence. Solemn voices, from
In Honor Of A Fallen Fellow Officer
This was written this morning and placed on my boss's desk to help bring him some comfort in the loss of one of our fellow deputies.
Where the Willows Bend
This poem was written to honor a great woman who composed a song that inspired many people of my generation. That song was "Stones", and it was a medieval folk song written by a true modern-day bard. If you've ever played the Ultima series of computer role-playing games, then you know what Stones is, and who this woman was. If you haven't, then just enjoy the poem for what it is, and let its' magic wash over you. (I originally posted this at the Starlite Cafe poetry site back in 2009, under the name Grailknight777.)
Broken: Where do I start?
this was the time my brother died in 2009, i just picked up my pen and my book, started writing to release everything i had inside and how i felt, just torn and hurt, the pain was so great it felt like someone physically punched me all over.
I'll Choose Heaven..
So much killing,hate, and terrible things going on in the world today. Just makes me so sad.
whetting of man's nature
to everything there is a season...
The Dragon and the Undying
This is a poem written by a WW1 veteran in February 1916, and sadly some of his work is going out of print so I thought I'd post it. Siegfried Sassoon was decorated with the Military Cross and was wounded four times in action. Through his later poetry, he began to speak out against the war, describing the horror of it, and saying it was being fought for unjust reasons. Perhaps as a result of this attitude, he was sent to an army psychiatric hospital in 1917, making a full "recovery" shortly afterwards. Read and comment, perhaps you feel what he had to say is still relevant today.
THE CHILD: AN UNFORGOTTEN ROSE
I wrote this for a friend that lost her Daughter in a car accident
Remains
The other side of physical death...
Good bye :-(
Anybody seen my kite. I let go of the string
Jane
I lost a friend today and there’s so many things I wish I could say but I'm too late. I still remember the way you smiled. What I wouldn’t give for one more day. One more chance to heal your pain. I remember you loved the rain. You would run out and
the death of me
should cate"gory" be....hmmmm....death?
Broken Heart
as hard as life is no matter how desperate you are to do this act must remember your heart will not be the only one broken your family will be too.
Burning Candles
damn the careless ness of people with any type of open flames that causes such horific events.
Last Beat
How I imagined my Nanna when she passed many years ago...I was only twelve and lived overseas at the time.
reflection of our dead
on Memorial Day
Do Not Weep
Bugger!! I have gone!
The past
When we look to the past we say To all my enemies, you will pay When we look to the past we feel Never ending rotation, An infinate wheel A life in the past will only gain Joy, happiness, veneered with pain Although my past I cannot chang
shes waiting for you
i hear of this type of thing happening shortly after a person passes that they visit or make a sign before moving on.
nephews
Love your love ones while they r on earth
anything at all - part 1
Blowing, pulling, tugging, beating endlessly upon my brow Crashing, enveloping, all encompassing, gale force, asphyxiating ..........the beating inside my breast. Who can sail without the wind? The hull - weather worn salt air, cold within, sti
"Time to wake up"
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4SRT7BaHLUA&feature=mh_lolz&list=FL0vcCBwfpif0 this took years !!!!!!!!!!!!!! to make in its entirety. please pass along? easily the most powerful thing I have ever done.
one year ago
this poem is about that day my step father passed away and i wrote this for him on is one year
Loves last moment
Eyes swelling becoming tearfull spilling over tear drops fall. Words failing mouths open unable to speak emotions choking. Hands tremble fingers entwined clenching the hand that clings to mine. doors open light has entered darknes
the weeping Clock..
I think I just scared myself..
Dream me Dreams
Dream me Dreams
Meltdown
I wrote this poem after an incident which left me witnessing a sense of loss , of emotional carnage. The signs were there afterwards of the damage done, the personal debris left behind, the wounded disappearance of a previous existence. I think of it now when something terrible happens to me, to others...
For those of you....
I LOST MY FIANCE BACK IN 2010,
Lhasa Apso
Blame Odette67 for this....read her 'My Darling...My Love'....and instantly it reminded me of when my son was eight years old and he lost his best friend...and this was born out of that
A Moment in Time
Hanging by a moment in time This moment stretched forever Earth below me, sky above Between them I am floating Past my ears the wind is rushing Setting up a fearful howl Through the midst of clouds I travel Ever closer seems journey’s end
Emptiness
I cant begin to image the darkness that you felt, And if I could have changed the deck, I would have changed the card that you'd been dealt. I stand here now in this stony place, Carved letters Tar, the memory of your face. And I know you f
Johnny old boy was
Johnny old boy was a parakeet. His trophies, the supposed women he hoodwinked out of underpants, was ever on his lips. Drained ears listened, laboriously, a thousand times to the once secret of two hearts, two hearts that alone should clutch ha
$15
Not so long ago someone was actually killed for only three dollars
Gary Lynn
My brother Gary Lynn went fishing around 2pm on Sunday May 8th and never came home. His wife called his son about 11:00pm that night who went to the lake and called all of us and rescue 911. we were there until 4pm on Monday the 9Th. all of us went to tell our parents 84 and 86. we dont have answers and never will. I Hope this poem is worthy of you .. the picture is at the lake on friday the 13th.. my dad said a prayer and we released 22 mylar balloons.. oh and never drive with 22 mylar balloons in your car.. :-) RIP MY DEAR GARY.. I LOVE YOU BRO