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Epitaph Poems (28)

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"Money can't buy back your youth when you're old, a friend when you're lonely or peace to your soul " Johnny cash
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Posted: Nov 30
About this poem:
It talks about inevitability of death and old age
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Elli's Song

Sometimes we wish we could unfold the sky
To take you back from the space and time
So we can see your smile
For you who never knew our name

We barely know if you're a boy or a girl
You're a heaven fragments from our wound

Cover up with our blood and bones
Our shattered mind is a stage for your grave
Cover up with our blood and bones
Our shattered mind is a stage for your grave

Those bright lights beneath the stars
Reminds me of your little name

We wish we could turn back the time
For you who never knew our name
For you who never knew our name

But when we close our eyes
We stumble ourselves inside
Tears never bring you back
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Posted: Jul 2023
About this poem:
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.
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Unless there is a Good Friday in your life,

There can be No Easter Sunday !
Rev. Fulton Sheen
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Posted: Apr 2023
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Little Cans

Little Cans

A little boy is standing, frozen by his eyes.
His mind is cloudy like a storm due Sky, his vision's clear as a settled glass of water. Why? His heart knows the reason: understanding escapes him.
Odor invades his nose like termites storm a house, unwelcome guests.
A stench cloud in the air, little boy is still confused. Why?
Speak, little boy. Ma.
Still cloudy, still confused, vision becoming glossy
as tears fill his eyes. Why??????
Eyes too full leaking tears down innocent cheeks, splashing to the floor.

The boy draws near to what is dear to him,
heart bleeding, mind frazzled. Reaching for her hand, he says it.Mom? Mom?

I love you etched in his heart.
LIttle boy pulls her hand.
A toil in vain.
He tries, he cries, she won't get up.

The little cans have slain her, she's stuck there
for the night, a captive to the floor.
Tomorrow she won't remember, won't know he stood nearby.

Tomorrow she'll buy more little cans,
and kiss the floor once more.

The little boy grows up, he is tall and strong and tough.
Inside the man, a boy is standing, with his mother nearby.
Except now he knows why.

It's the little cans.
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Posted: Aug 2022
About this poem:
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...

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Was there a time before time began? Was there a place before the human race?
Where were you before you were here? Up? Down? Over there? Where will you go when you cease to be? Nothing or something? A thought that's free?
The end.
Or the beginning.
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Posted: Nov 2021
About this poem:
Just thinking
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I might not be the kind of boy everyone would call a perfect boyfriend. I might not have everything and might not be able to make you smile every time I was an alcoholic, a gangster, a jerk, but from the day I met you, I could never stop thinking about you. And from the day you accepted me and when you became the love of my life I changed. I never felt this happy with any other girl. Whenever I see you smile, there's always a happiness in me. I might not have been much of anything, but believe me, I loved you more than anyone. I loved you more than me.
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Posted: Apr 2021
About this poem:
missing my late wife
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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
Deep in d layers of my skin.
Help me understand myself more
Specially my thoughts,actions, and dreams
Which give people the impression
That i am a person full of attitude,demand and other shit.
If i can't be helped from my own thread of thoughts
If i can't be held whn i am broken like a glass
If i can't be saved when i am troubled
Then my disappearance
My insanity
My death
Shall all be a part of gods plan or mayb fate and destiny,
Wanting me to meet and imprint
Some happy,sad,harsh memories in people's lives.
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Posted: Oct 2019
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Making love is more than sex
It is an art that goes beyond the skin
Undress a soul, calmly
and surrender without fear
nor modesty.
It is a divine act
infinite enjoyment
is to make the body
an instrument of sublime pleasure
with passion and tenderness
where desire flows like water from a hot bath
and the words sound like poems
that the lips describe
and the hands print
for anatomy
sliding like foams
exhaling sensual odors
that numb the senses
chanting sighs;
and the bodies of lovers
explode in a lustful tremor
of total enjoyment ...
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Posted: Feb 2020
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Journey Above


journey above

never say goodbye
to the ones you love
just wish them well
on their journey above
only time will tell
how the heart will mend
when i journey above
and we meet again
so much time
has gone past
that my happiness
won't return
untill we're together
at last
you promised a love
so long and true
but G-D
had other tasks
in Heaven
for you to do
for you
i see no more pain
i see no more stress
because i know
your soul
has moved on
to a much better address
i will love you
always and forever
and i will forget you
n e v e r

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david fern

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Posted: Jan 2019
About this poem:
written for my late wife / partner
who moved to Heaven on
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The Child within,
Never dies,
Tho' sometimes he hides,
Sometimes she cries,

We keep Dreams unfettered,
Till we depart this Earth,
Into a New Mothers' womb,
Unto a Glorious New Birth,

All Die Young,
Only to live again,
So piss on my grave,
We'll all meet again,
In the End.
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Posted: Jul 2018
About this poem:
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.
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