Last Edited Epitaph Poems (1,151)

~in a moment. . .
a slight glance happens. . . .
will they
have they
do they-connect. . . .

a quick ripple of thought soften's the eye's. . . .
a moment of chance.......
for two unaware
of thought those eyes share . . . .

what it'd be like fingers entwined
under the moon, beach, blanket an time. . . .
a walk to the market
a bike built for two . . . .

what's the other thinking

could it be you. . . .

that moment could it ever...............
become a lifetime~

~ Bentlee ~

10 years that sure has been a long time now I'm alone but I'm not sad anymore. My heart has grown my mind has lived and knows that I am someone I always wanted to be for sure. I feel now I am like a river that's been living for years but I'm just that bit that goes to the shore. 10 years yes it's been a wild ride with you and even though we are not together anymore we are friends till the end of the world And I'm taking my new steps to find my peace that I've always needed to be cured. I've always thought being alone was sadness and I tip my hat to the days with you that made me feel like I was nailed to the floor. I'm glad you're still my friend and I hope we both find another love for each we live we laugh we learn.

The sky grew dark and gray
The earth and trees began to sway
All living creatures trembled in fear
As the end of the world felt near

The scent of blood and death was in the air
Cries of pain and agony were heard
Carried on the winds causing great fear
Not knowing the cost of forgiveness came dear

Mankind’s Light of the World died that day
And the darkness of souls were portrayed
Down into the Tomb of Hell the Light was placed
The Sacrificial Lamb of Grace

The Light of the World was in darkness for 2 days
Despair and hopelessness of all rampaged
Without the Light feeling bewildered and lost
Watching the Tomb of Hell covered in moss

The morning of the third day
The Light of the World again shown to display
That the Tomb of Hell was open and bare
A miracle had just happened there

The soul had risen from sin’s Hell
The Light of the World had arose to tell
All had been forgiven their sins
If they ask for it through Him

Thus Mankind’s physical body dies
But his spirit will live and rise
For the Lamb of Grace was the ultimate sacrifice
We have his gifts of Light and Eternal life

The Light of the World was snuffed out
For 2 days and nights in darkness and doubt
The third morning it shone again
To Light the World and Heavens without sin

Crescent moon, through silver birch shine
Branches not clad in green, send a sign
Autumn is here, as the summer days fade
Erratic temperatures, to prepare and gauge
Chilly mornings, equally chilly evenings cool
In preparation, cannot bury head to be fooled
After summer, when floods-rainfall took control
Breaking hearts, rural communities fought for soul
Now the clean up, starts to make its impact felt
After devastation, so many people were dealt
Will winter prove manageable, weather wise
Aftermath of such damage, out of silt rise
Bring hope, families gain strength stand strong
Those who lost so much, gain inner peace longed

My life has been a progression, of what I will call
Projects and hobbies, that certainly had a pull
Towards interests, forming routes throughout life
Giving me much pleasure, rather than daily strife

So when you finally focus in maturity, what you enjoy
No longer sharing, with young friends-cousins-girls-boys
One can developed interests, become a loner of sorts
Crafts, dance and writing, just some interests I caught

When did I become a teacher, it happened over time
As a married woman I accepted, travel became a sign
Changes came rapidly, family almost lost, left far behind
One forges a new lifestyle, and a new direction is refined

When we cross the world, we rarely know how it'll end
When new strangers, become our now important friends
I wonder how many people, accept such life changing times
Opening up new horizons, somehow displaced of a kind.

I often wonder what my life would have been, if I stayed
Would I have had so many opportunities, that came my way
Or could it be change, making us venture outside comfort zones
Giving unexpected adventures, when accepting a new husband/wife...
Together to roam .......

Wordsmith and poets, weave-sew
Phrases-words, kneaded like dough
Mixed together, eased into verse
Poetry-descriptive, kind not a curse

Lyrics of songs, can't control fate
Lighthearted banter, can act as bait
Strung together, a storyline unfolds
Whatever the subject, gentle or bold

Words lead to a journey, possible delight
Encouraging followers, with hidden insights
As a patchwork quilt, tells those who know
Where fabric came from, the dressmaker sews

Memories, reminders from a former time of life
Gift giving pleasure, brings happiness not strife
Poets can tell a story, as song lyrics can weave
Dreams of hope and pleasure, joy another receives

So smile when you read, or sing a song for pleasure
Maybe it holds special words, you can treasure
From back in time, unlocking memories past
Triggering the mind, so special thoughts last

Written words so special, to memorize over time.
Woven by the wordsmith, to retain in the mind
Released into a moments, unlocking-images-signs
Yet all they really are, words strung to form a line.

Bliss we're now experiencing unique
maybe love reaching highest peak
Passion incapable of fizzling out
mutual respect most can't tout

Desire for other transcends mundane
own relation that won't wane
Both lucky ones I declare
"Til Death" allegiance we share

Destiny led US to here
U and I "One" dear

There's reason some writes touch on things dark
life doesn't equate to 'walk in the park'
Feeling our existence resembles a 'gift' insanity
exclusion of fairness a spiteful injustice to humanity

I feel pain enveloping those who suffer undeserving
societies indigents being treated as irrelevant unnerving
This despicable world mentally beats us down
some hover just above water rather than drown

Most disheartening knowing futures destined for worse
mans insatiable appetite for destruction they can't reverse
Majority believe in their gods others some devil
evils alive "god" quiet on every level

Arduous writing about 'positivity' when so little of it
that could reverse if laws had true grit
Again not a pessimist slowly turned into one
grateful if 'one' benefitted from write I done

"LIFE IS A GIFT" according to some alleged deity
what god gives a 'gift' wrapped in atrocity
At some point everyone must question that concept
how could you not considering life's mostly inept

If life's some great gift what happened to mine
maybe it wasn't meant for me to be in that line
My heart constantly bleeds due to human sorrow
for too many life's supposed gift rings hollow

People suffer needlessly on this god-forsaken Earth
ask them what their 'Gift of Life' has been worth
How about "Gifts" born physically and/or mentally unfit
their life wouldn't qualify as a 'Gift' you must admit

I didn't willfully choose to become some pessimist
this pathetic excuse of a world tops reasons list
I'm cognizant this life was a so-called blessing from above
a REAL LOVING GODS 'gift' would've been all about love

Obviously 'Gift' has different meanings because life's no present
ONE absolute about our existence is it's unequivocally unpleasant

Let's put whose GOAT to rest
doing it all better defines best
Smartest and clutchest the just buzz
if anyone depicts 'greatest' he does

Founder of Fifty Forty Ninety club
'basketball genius' not just random hubbub
Others played checkers he played chess
other former 'greats' did personally confess

"Basketball Jesus" not show-boater in 'Air'
career Twenty-four Ten Six NON share
Laughable is "he wasn't that athletic"
total domination of league wasn't synthetic

"Couldn't jump and way too slow"
further proving he's NBA's #1 show
Jumped just enough to outrebound you
speed obviously more than adequate too

Haters choose rebuke over 'just' due
not being 'best' arduous to chew
Blatant racist only disgrace civil society
loss of 'Republic' inevitable from variety

"To the Greatest basketball player ever
but more important a friend forever"
Opinions on GOAT are simply that
with 'Magic' is where I'm at

GOAT FINAL WORD
Larry Joe Bird