Heaven
My cousin just lost her husband cos of cancer after they live together for 15 year. And I wrote this for her (my cousin)
Loss
No matter what family and friends say, the loss of a loved one can never be replaced.
Goodbye my friend
This poem is dedicated to dear friends who have pasted away. We shared collecting North American Native fishes Focused on our first experiences collecting the Rainbow Shiner (notropus crosomus)
For My Wife
This is about my wife who fought cancer three times before,and then it came back ever stronger and finally took Her. To All Women I'll say this please have whatever check ups You can so if You end up with cancer You may have the chance to fight it,and possibly win the fight.My wife did so the three other times,but sadly She didn't stop smoking till after that third time. I believe if she had,then possible She would still be here.This cancer appeared in the lungs,Cancer can be very deadly,so please do whatever to protect Yourself.
Epitaph
I hope the world always respect departed relatives.
Flight Home.
My Mother in law went to the Church of Adam & Eve in Dublin to pray and was struck by a vehicle on her exit. Sadly she passed away a short time later. I wrote this for the family. The arms in the air are her children desperately trying to pull her back.
one plus one...............
How Twins sense each others feelings even after death............
Just One More Moment...Please
This is about a child who fought cancer.
forever
something i wrote and wanted to share with all my friends and family i love you all so much and i wish i would have said that at my dads last party i miss the old man a lot and wish he was still here love ya pops
crystal heart
Crystal heart Object of beauty Fragile Moulded with care Idolised This heart of glass Moulded with care This object On display for all to see Its hidden parts visual to the touch Built to view the working of vision Its flowing h
Visional illusions. Thoughtful delusions.
I wrote it for a friend, that had just found out that her husband had been cheating on her. He also was rarely ever around, for her and their 3 year old son. He was out of town a lot, I think studying to be a cook or doing cook work up in northern MN. So, no, the poem is not about me. Why must we choose a category? That's stupid. I also don't know what the style is. My poem is what it is, heck some of you might not even call it a poem.
The diary
I am a fireman at local hall #39 when we recieved a 5 alarm call for a terrible fire on the south side of town.. A 22 year veteran my crew and I scampered to our hook and ladder as we had done hundred times before and we raced to the fire with un
Guernica
on carpet of wight smoke innocence broke and shadows of war drew tight the cloak painting faces with death and flame for the evil of nations gain
The Arrow------villanelle
The arrow pierced his armour causing an open painful wound he had thought there would be glamour He lay waiting feeling amour as he saw a woman gowned The arrow pierced his armour His wound she did kindly cover to her spirit he's attuned
Prayers Unaswered
Prayers unanswered...
I Exists In My Dreams
!!!HELP !!! I thought this feeling was gone My dreams where me and my husband meet.
Feelings
just opening up the memory box,
Pain
I wrote this after my dog had past away.
Mortality
Not so long ago I buried my Uncle who was only 4 years older than I, he was my fathers youngest brother and now his older sister passed yesterday the last remaining sibling on my fathers side. So no more members exist just their children this is the way of life, so when you get that chance to love someone for real keep them close and think of your own mortality.
boy soldier
on the centenary of the great war,this poems about waterford boy john condon reputed to be the youngest soldier to die in the war.
gaining wings
Will I have wings White fluffy feathers As tall as I I'll stretch my wings as far as I can Flap them Preen then clean them Make sure there dry Now my wings are in fine condition My white robe clean and Sparkling white My hallo
Day will Come!
Vazha-Pshavela (1861-1915) - a classic of the Georgian literature - was born in a small village Chargali (Pshavi mountainous province in Eastern Georgia) in a family of clergyman. He was a Georgian thinker, poet and writer. Vazha-Pshavela wrote most of his verses, poems and stories in the vicinity of his native village. His poems and narrative stories are widely translated into a number of languages (translations into English by Donald Rayfield, Venera Urushadze, Lela Jgerenaia, Nino Ramishvili, and others). This one is not quite as joyful as one would expect of someone who's been away for so long, but this is what I have chosen to translate this time, dear poets. I have added the video of a recital of this poem for those who would like to hear how it sounds in Georgian. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Zix_Qsjhoq8
Invisible
depressed and have felt like i don't exist my whole life.
Death
i have lost many but just keep telling myself that their in a better place.
donot cross
The road is short The flashing light sound Do I cross or do I go The barriers decend Quick time to cross Oh dear am stuck I push and pull I cannot move Oh dear I've pushed my Luck Th re in the distance it draws near Faster fas
The Painful Wail
Consumed with grief I am, I get relief in no way O circumambient waters of the Ganges drown me Our land foments excessive mutual enmity What unity ! Our closeness harbors separation Enmity instead of sincerity is outrageous Enmity among the
LOVE AND DEATH
LOVE AND DEATH (Adapted From Lord Alfred Tennyson) The hour of the Universe' appearance was charming The flower-bud of life was showering smiles Here the golden crown, the sun was getting There the moon its moon-light was getting The d
dreamed of flying
You have dreamed of living in the shining stars You have dreamed of flying to the glamorous sky If, i could, if i could be your dream, day after day I wanna be where you are, day by day Believe in me,believe in you, Hey i wanna fly just like
The Hope Love Gives
The Hope Love Gives I see you in my dreams each night, I forget that you have gone away, Until the break of the morning light, Then I struggle with another day. It is in dreams where we meet again, Where I touch your cheek and know That
Beauty
My grandmother died my sophmore year in high school. I wrote this poem very shortly after passed.
Love's Not Diminished
"The years have passed but the love not diminished.< Barbara That's because the other end of that love is anchored in Heaven" < me Barbara posted the first line in a graphic image on her grieving site and when I read it,the next line instantly jumped into my head which I responded with.Then I 'had' to write this poem. All of the above is my intellectual property.
A Reminder (Pain never says goodbye)
seeing the turmoil my mum is facing, the impending doom she is feeling, lost and a neglected woman, I can't pacify nor console her. . . she's going to a welfare home, for her its as good as going to her own burial. and I can't say a damm thing http://www.connectingsingles.com/blog_60308_1/sealed_in_stone_a_bloody_reminder_to_me.htm
Soul touch
Feeling of touch, Touch from high above, Above heaven's tears, Tears for a lonely soul.
G. O. N. E
my husbands death and loss after
The man she really wants
Yikes!
My Everything
this is a peom i wrote for my first true love, who was horrificly taken away from the world,
Broad road to Destruction
Their minds thought evil Their lips spoke lies Their eyes saw corruption Their ears heard gossip And their hearts knew death They would not be conformed Could not be reasoned with They had no pity Knew no compassion Showed no mercy They sp
Honest Man's Death
the road of life as cruel as it is still is even in death.
How long does it hurt?
just watching tv, and a picture comes on the screen bringing back memories of what wasnt meant to be
The Smell of Death
The smell of the lake in late fall.....when the waters turn cold...is very putrid.....as many organisms die....and decay before the ice comes...
Just Thinking
Pure and natural food for thought
'Farewell Cafe'
Thought I'd throw in one with a twist..