Loves last moment
Eyes swelling becoming tearful spilling over tear drops fall. Words failing lips open unable to speak emotions choking. Hands tremble fingers entwined clenching the hand that clings to mine. Door open light has entered darkness cl
Again!
And still we repeat, still we retreat, until we're backed into a corner, only then will the battle for survival become the host of a new revival, new wisdom to see, what things there could be, but twill only get lost in history. Again!
Are we i wonder?
Honesty and integrity are the ideal of what we should be, truthfulness and clarity are what we should see, are we a minus or a plus, we won't make a fuss, I think that minus may win the game, I don't know, are we all the same?
Where were you?
Where were you when Kennedy died? Where were you when Simpson lied? Where were you when you realised? Where were you?
No guarantee!
Tomorrow will always come after today ends Tomorrow WILL be with or without you or me Today is where we are at right now No guarantee of tomorrow, no how So its strange to me and strange to see Such importance placed on what may never be.
Should I…?
I wonder..after death, would we want to remember our old life?
You again
When he didnt say goodbye
Time
The clock chimes the hour Time ticks bye Seconds become minutes Minutes become that hour Time ticks bye slowly ticking bye time now gone now stolen one says good bye those minute now gone stolen they become Hours they become days Days becom
Little Cans
a boy who got someone he loved or her mom's died but he doesn't know what happened to her... and in the end he become a grown up man who already faced and saw everythings bad in the past... ???? DID SOMEONE DROP ONIONS INTO MY EYES???
Ghost of Brotherhood
A glimpse into the psychological torment people endure for years after a loved one commits suicide. The pain it causes (for me at least) can be best described as haunting.
thoughts
alone after loss
Cirque des morts
little bizarre thoughts came over me
Gone…
It’s all gone.
A journey we all eventually must take
For someone close I know who is close to leaving for her final journey.
08/16/18
** I will She'd my tears for you, I will hold on to each and every precious moment we've shared! In My Heart You will always Live! This is not "Goodbye", Just a "See Ya Again Sometime" I will Be Strong and Carry On, So that I May carry You with Me
Opportunity
Opportunity knocks, embrace its call, Unleash your dreams, stand tall. With courage as your guiding light, Embrace the chance, seize the fight. A door opens wide, opportunity's gate, Embrace the challenge, don't hesitate. For within its grasp
early light
for my wife of 40 years that died on 30/4
See the Sea
Loss of freedom is the single most important fight we have today, this written in tears for all humanity suffering tyrannical control of their freedoms.
What I've Done
I wrote this one 4-19-2011 just by basically finger picking at some chords on the guitar, then I started writing and rearranging the sound.
To Build or not to Build
My poem nothing it's come only in my mind.Because I'm only passing by in my own account
Dogs
Watching Eight Below which about sled dogs who help rescue a scientist and then their care giver goes back to rescue them in Antarctica.
Poppy
Poppy's lined in rows Thier petals flutter in the light winds they flutter in the silent breeze Thier red petals glow Remember them the fallen now remember them Lives given the pals the friends the sons taken away now the fallen Soul
Rush Limbaugh
Rush has a good song on Obama called Barack O Claus is Coming To Town by Paul Shanklin
Undying Love
tell me wat u think, please n thank you
Serenity
This poem is about losing someone dear to your heart and finding the strength in the little that is salvaged,,, and the light that shines way after your loved ones are gone,
Today!
How do we feel today?, too overwhelming for anyone to say, regression, depression, fear just being here? Confused? Refused the right to live, to give, no verbal discussion, just physical concussion, and all because of (rushing), into a whole new way,
I woke!
I woke today, just like yesterday, but with winters rain against my window pane, on this summers day, was wrong!, , no sunlight shadow crossed my bedroom there, no birdsong noone to care, and the light would dim, lie down and die, forsaken who? you o
GENEVIEVE
i wrote this for my baby genevieve, who i call genna.yesterday, she was run over by a real sicko. and she was walking on the white line.i never had a chance to say goodbye so i"ll say it now,farewell my little girl
A FRIEND HAS DIED
In remembrance of Doloris O'riordan
Lament for a C/S Poetess.
This is written in memory of Christina.... ( Pseudonym Odette67), a C/S Poetess who graced this corner for years with special poetry and honest critique. She lived in the beautiful Lake District in Cumbria, England and passed away earlier this year. Her favourite poetry form was a Sonnet so this one is for you Dear Christina. Sleep soundly with the Angels..we'll see you on the other side. Mick.x
The inky grey
slice of life
Loneliness Up For Sale
Poetry is more about feelings than words that convey them as much as nostalgia works in our inner minds,
You were to young to leave
You were so weary God put his arms around you You gently slipped away That’s the day you were taking to your new home while holding Gods hands You didn’t go alone a part of me went too Never good bye Always I’ll see you later!
Lest We Forget
Introspection on Remembrance Sunday, lest we forget.
thought
thought
Fly solo
We went fishing after my Godpa passed away this September. I went fishing with my Godmother as that was the way she wanted to remember him. They love fishing. I saw a bird fly in the sky so I wrote about it.
Your American Dream Was Stolen From You!
THIS WILL BE TURNED OFF BY LATE MONDAY NIGHT FEBUARY 5TH, SO GET ALL THE COPIES YOU WANT WHILE THIS WEBSITE IS STILL ON.
Dad Died Yesterday
This is about my dad who I miss a lot.
Hill of stones
Written as a woman who has lost her male lover - I wondered if I could write a sad poem, hmmm handkerchief please, never again!
for you mom
you where here You where here Inbody and soul To hear you talk To laugh once more i know you you gone I know you cant come back Your with me always In my soul you still with me mother In my soul
To Death of Love
It is above a guy who I truly loved but couldn't love just me ...
C.B. Bringer of Sorrow
On that day of birth, after the death of your friend, you stop it all, as you maketh your end. Left in your wake, you leave six and one, a bringer of sorrow, now hero to none, a father and husband, a life rendered undone. Too scared to face de