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short poem, it needs no more words
written for my late wife / partner who moved to Heaven on 7-15-17
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.
I wrote this at 4am. I feel this way sometimes. At other times I feel immense joy.
My little dog Chloe, sadly died March 1st this year. I had a snip of her hair made into a pendant which I could wear round my neck. We had hope my former partner would be able to visit her before she died. Sadly this was not the case. It's just me and the cat, Oskar, now.
I know not what you could have been A saint so pure or full of sin I pray only that your happy now And if my seed, my love is vow
The weekends are the worse!
MAKE LOVE
this is for the loss of two, a pain i cant describe to you but if u think all men are bad, some woman are evil bearing a devils brand.
The ROUNDEL is a deritave of rondeau and rondine... It has eleven lines constructed from two quatrains, and a triplet. The rhyme scheme only has two rhymes and a refrain from the first phrase of first line, thus, the second line rhymes with the refrain:.. a. b. a.B . b. a. b . a. b. a. B.. example: If he could know my songs are all for him, At silver dawn or in the evening glow, Would he not smile and think it but a whim, If he could know? Or would his heart rejoice and overflow, As happy brooks that break their icy rim When April's horns along the hillsides blow? I may not speak till Eros' torch is dim, The god is bitter and will have it so; And yet to-night our fate would seem less grim If he could know. --- Sara Teasdale
This is the final part to the epic serial poem "Legend Of The Black Dove" I hope all the poets who read this and followed the story enjoyed my efforts in trying to bring my character to life and all the excitement of his escapades, this story was a tribute to the cinema serials that operated around the world making many children and adults happy, the movie cliff hangers ran from the 1930s to 1956, My idea was a modern offshoot to these classics. (To see some of these serials view you tube.com) Written : 4th September 2013 Editor : Marikia
My dad was my best friend I miss him so much
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.
Actually, MY desired epitaph poem dedicated to those who relentlessly strive to realize their spiritual aim while sojourning in this existence.
Here I lay Dead and buried Wanted to stay But thrust was parried Sword went through My time had come Women pursue Hell bound become
I think it's self-explanatory.
King Solomon had everything a person could desire, including wisdom. He declared all to be, "...vanity, a grasping for the wind." So live your life in contentment and joy. Die in peace knowing all your labor in life, all your material possessions and wealth are worth less than piss on a paupers' grave.
Literally at least a 1000 sayings are in several journals in the house. Intend to reflect at certain moments of my life. Predominately spoke "words" in any language don't reach into ourselves intrinsically enough to be used alone just in conversation. These days this is when I need to create art or write creatively, short stories, animations, short film scripts and a challenge put myself in was contacting a playwright on a 2 person stage play. Pitched a script concept, now we are logistically moving through a narrative thread of how to present on stage. I don't work in the arts anymore I'm too busy with my newly formed company needing me behind the wheel so to accelerate the opportunities in corporate australia, minimising the Pain point that we could statistically be joining the majority of people who enter business and fail in the first 3 years.
Choices made we must endure; our lives will change, yes that is for sure. Although we feel that all is good, we must look back at where we stood. Decisions made that were not so kind, give trouble now within our mind. We dream of happy and content; yet face each day with much decent. The woes of life we could not see; so seek forgiveness, let it be! We fill our hearts with all that is true; try not to think what has made us blue. We must reflect on good and bad; for this is what we all have had. Console ourselves as each day fades; and live with all our choices made! Life!!!
this is about all my friends who have passed
This poem is in memory of a very dear and close friend who I lost in Vietnam.
Be with me through my tears Stay close to me when I fear That nothing good can ever happen. Wipe away my pain When noone else can think Or imagine of my sufferin. Help me bury all d insults,sarcasm, and taunts Which others bestow upon me De
missing my late wife
Just thinking
It talks about inevitability of death and old age
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???
There can be No Easter Sunday ! Rev. Fulton Sheen
A wife who loses her husband is called a widow, a husband who loses his wife is called a widower, a child who loses his parents is called an orphan. There is no words for a parents who loses their child, that's how awful the loss is. A tribute for every mother who lost their child.
Hi Morgen this is indeed heartfelt and thoughtful a poem you wrote,soulful She is indeed a special lady,God bless her soul M.M...
The irrevocable passage of time. Enjoyed it.....
A beautiful offering, thankyou Caroljoyce for your (IN)sight......Andrew......xxx...
So come and speak to me. Sweet surrender on the line Now it's time to say "I'm fine" We'll see each other one more time C'mon and speak to me. May you read, sweet lady what you see. get the jandals on, walk the beach.....
Cool write, nice job!!! Bigdauda...
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