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Poem Details | by Poet M.e. |
Categories: cancer, cry, death of a friend, devotion, encouraging, women,

Worst Love Poem Ever Written

I suck at dying poems
Chemo poems, Metastatic Cancer poems,
Hair falling out in the shower poems
 
And I told a half truth
When I told you I could write you one
In less than six months (It's been eight)
I apologize for being so late

I wanted your poem to be pink and graceful
Like those ribbons
I see all over the internet
Filled with cheesy generic rhymes
That could get me hired by Hallmark

 I just know my metaphors will start melting
And that my similes will get all soft
 I guarantee you the rhyme meter will be off

I went to Google
And the typed in the word 'happy'
Three billion things came up
Not a single inference to
Breast cancer, hair loss
No redirects to mastectomies

The only thing research could teach me
Is that a good day on chemo
Is when your stool doesn't come out tar Black
And has no blood in it
Or when your urine
Smells better on Wednesday
Than it did on Tuesday
Sleeping less than 12 hours
When 24 would be better

Still I refuse to finish this poem
Without something bright and hopeful
And I know I'm doing a horrible job

America has more poets
Than it does alcoholics
   And Pot smokers combined
And you chose me to be
Your Breast Cancer
Poet Laureate
Trusting me to write a poem
About the biggest battle in your life

And don't think
I didn't notice your Facebook activity
Had decreased by 88%
In the last three months

And you aren't really
Coming to any more of my poetry shows
Ever againAre you??
But we still have January, February

And how do you write
A Breast Cancer poem
With no references to breast
(I get embarrassed)
 That would be some kind of Oxymoron
I guess

But even if you had one breast
Or no breast
or if you had less hair than I do
I promise to look only in your eyes
And never ever even notice
Or even think about it
And never for a moment
Would I feel sorry for you
Yes I suck at lying too...

But I don't suck at loving you
Or at hoping you wake up tomorrow morning
 With no Cancer at all
And that The Eiffel Tower will be right outside
Your bedroom window...
And I would be right there with you
Holding your hand while we look down on Paris
And you can impress me with your French again

And if I ever make it
To the Pulitzer Poetry board
I might lose a thousand points
Just for this poem alone
And my hopes for the prize will be smitten
And some old person with white hair will say
That this was the worst love poem ever written


Poem Details | by Anna-Marie Docherty |
Categories: art, bereavement, body, care, death, death of a friend, dedication, devotion, emotions, farewell, feelings, future, giving, grief, heart, hope, how i feel, i love you, leaving, life, longing, lost, lost love, love, memory, miss you, missing, missing you, remember, sad, sad love, spiritual, strength, symbolism, tribute, trust,

Soul mates solace

When my final shadows cling on desperately
Where I fight formidable battles
to merely hold the light
I send you loving vibrations
and soul sustenance
Deep from the cathedral
of one heart to another
where today no choirs sing
nor symphonies play
Yet it is here where we meet
in spiritual solace
here to surrender 
and exchange inestimable treasures
recollecting memories 
like unopened letters
Galaxies are stretched
over chronicles of shared history
Nebula birthing stars
will be exposed
in forth-coming conversations
bringing short-lived fulfillment to you
Hungry to feast
now will be the time
to approve your blood art vision
and with my own haunting surrender
as dappled shades ink stain your chest
I will reside with you and share, mesmerised 
pens - by branding
as this will be your written reams to me
your artist's pallet or brushed canvas
no need for words
and yet creating
mysterious magical moments
Bitter-sweet the music
that dances taut guitar strings
but now blood approved
please go kick your heel up
return to your laughter
and ride on the breeze
for not all are lost
change not
for I am with you always
to love, listen and comfort as one
with you in me and I in you
as masterpiece


Poem Details | by Angelo Casiano |
Categories: age, daughter, death of a friend, family, little sister, love, missing you,

A message from Emilly

A message from Emilly
By Angelo Casiano


A message from above to those of you I love.
I love you more than you’ll ever know,
Even more now that I’m gone.
And my love for you will grow and grow,
Like the chorus to a song.
I had to leave much sooner than
 I thought, I must admit.
But you know mom, until I’m done,
 I’m never gonna quit
I left behind some parts of me,
 I have so much to give.
Because of you I’m strong enough,
 to help some others live.
So Daddy when you think of me,
While you watch the Phillies play
I’ll be sitting next to youI’ll be with you every day.
 You’ve given me the best of you.
And now I’m giving back.
I will love you for eternityNo matter were I’m at.


Poem Details | by John Hamilton |
Categories: anxiety, conflict, death of a friend, lost love, mental illness, suicide,

Don't give up the fight

Don't give up the fight

Vs 1
I know that you have suffered in the silence,
(but) I never knew that you would go this far...
I thought I understood your pain...
now memories...are all that remain...
now I look to the stars

Vs 2
I see in others eyes- they too feel the pain
I pray for them, that it won't be too late
I pray for them, that the day will come
when suffering in silence-comes undone
and no-one is to blame

Chorus
Oh, I know well, all that you're feeling
I can validate, the emptiness you feel inside
I'm the proof that life's worth living
so please, don't give up the fight
no, no, don't give up the fight

Vs 3
I know for you, it's hard to see your beauty
all the love that dwells inside of you
Maybe, I can be a friend,
someone you can trust and can depend
to tell you the truth

Vs 4
You should know, that it takes time to get free
to conquer all the conflict in your mind
The tangled web of tragedy,
need not be your final destiny....
happiness you'll find.

Chorus
Oh, I know well, all that you're feeling
I can validate, the emptiness you feel inside
I'm the proof that life's worth living
so please, don't give up the fight
no, no, don't give up the fight


I know that you have suffered...
in the silence,
(but)
I never knew, 
that  
you 
would 
go 
this 
far...

John Derek Hamilton
October 24,2018








Poem Details | by Patricia Mitchell-Nunn |
Categories: beautiful, break up, death of a friend, feelings, love, love hurts, truth,

Think of Me

Think of me and smile
Our time was shortly spent
Think for just a while
Of all the things we meant………
To each other we were Love, 
Laughter, Smiles and Joy
Think of all those things
Then think of us once more

Remember our first kiss
Remember our first time
Remember I was yours, 
Remember you were mine
The things that we would say
The things we use to do 
I heard you sing a song
I wrote a poem for you
Didn’t think we’d be together
Didn’t seek, but we did find
A precious hidden treasure
A love so true and kind


Now when the Angels come for me
My home now in the sky
Don’t hang your head in sorrow
For me don’t even cry
I will send a signal
And you will know the sign
The Sun will shine its brightest
The humming birds will sing
Midnight will be the darkest
Think of all those things

The wind will blow so gently
I’ll Whisper in your ear
You will smell the roses 
And feel my presence near
For you have known my spirit
For you have only seen
The beam of light now shinning
A dream that came to be
So just in case you’re wondering
It’s not because I’m free
But that I caught you smiling
And I knew, you had thought of me.


Patricia Templeton


"Women Only"


Poem Details | by Dalia Shahein |
Categories: death of a friend, family, feelings, friend, heart, hurt, love,

Lovely wind

Lonely nights come and take me 
Raise me up but don't break me
Lovely wind I can feel your coldness
Touch my skin, play my hair until I become your oldest
Let the time pass so fast...carry me in your arms and make me forget my past..
Can I continue ? Can I move on ? 
And where is my place if he had gone ?
I can see the flowers but I can't smell it..lovely wind takes my soul before I kill it 
Can the heart live alone? Can he be cold like a stone? 
I can tell you that his whispers gets through my bones
Oh my lovely wind ! Can he feel my loneliness ?
Can he freeze the time and beat you?  Or your going to freeze me but when you feel my heart , my love will heat you ? 
Are you going to be warm and soft like a feather or you're going to be cold and cruel like the leather?
I can feel you when you touch me when you kill my skin.is he going to love me or my destiny is going to end ? 
Am I going to dream with him before I die ? Are you going to say yes you will ? Are you going to lie ?
Gentile wind you are my source of truth you're my friend...
Before I fly away make sure that my message will be sent...
Let him feel my love , let him hear my heart beat...
Take my heart and put it in his hands so he can feel my heat..
Lovely wind thank you but it's time to say goodbye...
Smile for me but on me don't cry...


Poem Details | by Michelle Mac Donald |
Categories: death of a friend, dedication, love, nostalgia, , Lullaby,

Seagull's Song

Sailing on a ship of dreams, through a deep and starlit night
The wind softly hums a lullaby, as the sails catch the pale moonlight
Indigo waters fade to lighter hues, when we reach the Morpheus shore
Where the anchor is tossed by a somnolent crew, in the place we are to moor.

The ship settles down in a harbor, cradled between two arms of land
As though lulled to sleep within this embrace, the keel leans upon the sand
The tall mast reaches up to the heavens, to nestle amidst the clouds
While waves gently rock the quiet deck, with each dip of its massive bow.

Troupes of fish dance past the stern,  silver scales casting prisms of light
While birds on the shore flutter exotic fans, with no thought of taking flight
Time halts to stand on its tiptoes, strained in balance it tilts and shifts
Then the stars wearily blink their eyes closed, and the tide sets the ship adrift.

The anchor is heaved and hoisted, each link draws a series of sighs
While the captain stands quietly before the helm, gazing at the brightening sky
His eyes crinkle up at the corners, emulating the soft rays of the sun
As Awaken brushes the horizon, with strokes of topaz, sapphire, and plum.

A yawn of breath unfurls the sails, with snoring puffs they billow
As tangy brine streams down my face, drops dew beads on my pillow
Floating thoughts of an uncharted course, bound on the seas of night
Sink as the waltz to the seagull’s song,  bows into the morning light.

Dedicated to Evans, who gave poetry the voice to sing, and the feet to dance.


Poem Details | by Mercury Anderson |
Categories: anger, death, death of a friend, depression, for her, love, suicide,

Don't Leave Me

On the day you told me you wanted to die,
I stared at the glowing screen, 
Mouth gaping,
Wondering if I was understanding your words correctly

You toyed with me to throw me off your trail
A rabbit zig zagging through the brush
But Im a hunting hound 
Trained for the best

I caught whiff of your suicide sent 
Its smell is familiar to me
Casual jokes, silence, im fine lies
All a mask to hide the truth you don’t want me to see

You don’t want me to see the razors in your pockets  
The empty alcohol bottles under your bed, 
The pills by your sink for illnesses you do not have,
The belt hanging from your fan, that is four sizes too long

You don’t want me to see this side of you
But I see it whether you show it to me or not.
You tell me to forget and move on
But how can I?

How can I forget the awful panic
That I might one day respond to the call
That you have tried to take your life
That I might hold your life in my hands one day

How can I forget the awful panic 
That I might lose you
That I might cry rainbow tears 
As your father serenades you into forever sleep

Forgive me if I seem selfish
Its just I have only now found a reason to live
And it kills me that 
My reason to live also wants to die



Poem Details | by millard lowe |
Categories: allegory, death of a friend, goodbye, grief, imagery, love, metaphor,

Farewell My Friend



In graveyard dreams
tombstones are etched 
with fading memories

Only plastic flowers
are forever—apart from
my undying love…

Farewell, mon amie...


Poem Details | by Francis J Grasso |
Categories: death of a friend, lost love, sad,

Autumn Leaves

Autumn leaves are falling,
there is sadness in my heart.
Red passions, golden memories
have gathered to depart.

The chilling winds of winter
blow across a barren field,
stripped of all its splendor,
of the beauty once revealed.

Flowers painted yellow,
blossoms pink and white,
just dust between the furrows
in the slowly dimming light.

Free to sail the heavens
no longer bound with slings.
Black bird into emptiness 
I soar on broken wings.

written 11.28.2016


Poem Details | by Lyric Man |
Categories: angst, betrayal, death, death of a friend, depression, lost love, love,

KEEP YOUR MEMORIES

At first my sweet Girl tried to hide it
Pretend to me that he did not exist
But his influence on her was heavy
A tease so strong she couldn’t resist

And as our lifelong magic faded
His hold just grew more intense
God knows I pleaded and objected
But my very best was no defense

He had a dark, irresistible whisper
And a strong pull that he called fate
I protested.Dude, she’s taken!
He smiled and said, I’m not too late

But she promised never to leave me
This girl and me we’re true soulmates
He said I’ll let you keep your memories
But she’s now mine.and I can’t wait

Completely shocked and overcome
Can’t speak a word or even breathe
He stole my girl and all my future
Flirtatious lies..she finally believed

Oh what a villain.yet so compelling
He promised peace to set her free
And as she sipped his blinding poison 
She lost all hope of what could be

Her last words to me weren’t spoken
Her choice.in writing, now was clear
Heartbroken.Love’s dreams defeated
I begged no..but Death was here!

~Lyric Man

Note: This is a tragic story of Death stealing a perfect loveFirst he took the childThen the mind of the child’s mother and eventually he took her heart.leaving this Boy so lostCan’t breathe.drowning in the memories!


Poem Details | by Cole Banner |
Categories: absence, change, death, death of a friend, first love, goodbye, grief, loneliness, lonely, loss, lost, lost love, sad love,

The Road it Forks

In the breaking light of dawn,
in a photograph - we kiss.
It's to your inner light I'm drawn,
while cursing fate, and chances missed...
Wrapped in thought, and solitude, 
sweet lies trumped by bitter truth.
The road it forks,and one way taken,
now questions over dreams foresaken...
A puzzling gauntlet of how, when and why?
You were my favorite hello,
and my hardest goodbye...

Copyright © 2011
 


Poem Details | by Carole Duet |
Categories: death of a friend, depression, lost love,

SUICIDE


I’m obsessed. Feel possessed, So depressed. Lost my pride, Want to hide. Suicide. Very sad, Feel so bad, I’ve been had. Thinking of you, Feeling blue, Stuck like glue. On my mind, Love is blind. Left behind. Laying here, Drinking beer, Death so near. Over the hill, Just a pill, That can kill. Suicide, Suicide, Suicide. Copyright: 7/12/2018 “All Rights Reserved”


Poem Details | by Mike Toole |
Categories: best friend, courage, death of a friend, friendship love,

A Chance Encounter

A Chance Encounter

A chance encounter on the net
I celebrate the day we met
I made you smile, you made me cry
You made me laugh, I made you sigh
You made me proud to be your friend
But life is short, time can't be bought
It weaves a path, through hills and dales
Through highs and lows on windblown sails
But my Bonnie Girl, of this I’m sure
You were the master weaver of that trek
and wove that path with strands of gold
with every ounce of joy you gave
given freely and never sold
But we can never stop the sands of time
Fate brought you to this place to be
You’ll always be my Bonnie Girl
and GOD will set you free
And Ill never rue the day we met
That chance encounter on the net


Poem Details | by Carol Connell |
Categories: appreciation, death, death of a friend, destiny, inspirational love, jesus, love hurts,

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Submitted for Get Into Shape Poetry Contest sponsored by Maureen McGreavy





Poem Details | by david lines |
Categories: death of a friend, emotions, encouraging, faith, goodbye, lost love, tribute,

FOR TAMARA, NEVER ENOUGH

WHERE ARE YOU WHY CAN'T I FIND YOU
WHY DID YOU LEAVE  WAS IT ALL TRUE
YOUR SMILE, YOUR LAUGH, YOUR SPARKLING EYES
 NEVER COULD HIDE YOUR DISGUISE
DON'T YOU KNOW YOU WERE A STAR
WE ALL KNEW THAT'S WHAT YOU ARE
AND IS THAT WHY YOU WENT TOO FAR

NEVER ENOUGH, NEVER ENOUGH,
CAN'T GET ENOUGH, WHATEVER IT IS
NEVER ENOUGH, CAN'T GET ENOUGH

SUDDENLY EVERYTHINGS UNCLEAR
AND I'M SO SAD THAT YOU'RE NOT HERE
THOUGH YOU'VE GONE THE FEELINGS STAY
ISN'T IT STRANGE THAT LIFE'S THAT WAY
YOU NEVER REALLY SAID GOOD BYE
AND I'LL ALWAYS WONDER WHY

NEVER ENOUGH, NEVER ENOUGH 
WHAT EVER IT IS, CAN'T GET ENOUGH

IT'S DEATH'S REVENGE THAT LIFE GOES ON
AND MEMORIES LINGER THOUGH YOU'RE GONE
SHOULD WE BE GRATEFUL AFTER ALL
IS LITTLE BETTER THAN NONE AT ALL
NEVER ENOUGH, CAN'T GET ENOUGH
WHATEVER IT IS, CAN'T GET ENOUGH

IS IT JUST AS WELL YOU GONE
DID YOU THINK YOUR LOVE WAS WRONG
FORBIDDEN FRUIT IS ALWAYS SWEET
BUT NOT ENOUGH TO FEEL COMPLETE
WHATEVER IT IS, NEVER ENOUGH
EXCEPT FOR JUDGEMENTS, OH SO TOUGH

I SHOULD HAVE BEEN THE ONE TO GO
SAVING YOU FROM WHAT YOU KNOW
I DIDN'T CARE AS MUCH AS YOU
FOR WHAT WAS SAID OF WHAT YOU DO
AND HOW I WISH THAT YOUR LAST THOUGHT
GAVE YOU ALL THE PEACE YOU SOUGHT

AND THOUGH YOU'VE LEFT THIS MORTAL PLAIN
I HAVE NO DOUBT WE'LL MEET AGAIN
SURELY THERE MUST BE A PLACE
SOMEWHERE THIS COSMOS HAS THE SPACE
WHERE IN ENOUGH WILL BE ENOUGH
WHATEVER YOU NEED WILL BE ENOUGH
ENOUGH WILL ALWAYS BE ENOUGH







Poem Details | by Caren Krutsinger |
Categories: death, death of a friend, life, love hurts,

We Are Borrowed

Death usually brings her own rewards.
More hugging and clutching, 
More appreciation,
More reverence,
More laughter.
More respect.
In some ways,
It is the best
Time to love,
A reminder
That we
Are all
Borrowed,
But we
Have to
Be returned.


Poem Details | by Andy Sprouse |
Categories: death, death of a friend, family, grief, loss, love, sad,

Family of Fellows

Getting up early to embark on a trip,
a snowy drive to Jersey.
Trying to quell my heart's rapid beats,
favored songs in my speakers.

"Hey man, I don't want to be alone,
not for this - not again."
"I've got you, bud -
when and where?"

Visiting his grave one more time,
now two years from the day.
Thinking of stories of him,
trying to remember his voice.

Two vets talking near a silent one;
chatting about old times and new.
I think he'd like to chime in,
and wish he could so bend our ears.

I didn't have to go there solo this round,
though it wouldn't be the first or last time.
My request for help via companionship,
so swiftly asked and answered.

Some brothers don't have the same blood
that runs through your veins;
through deed they cement the same bond,
through trials they bear the same scars.

Whenever you can, find these souls,
these spirits kind and kindred;
for when you fall, you may be stunned
at the number of hands there to lift you.


Poem Details | by Shanity Rain |
Categories: abuse, analogy, angel, beautiful, beauty, blue, christian, color, creation, cry, dance, death, death of a friend, discrimination, dream, emotions, faith, feelings, kids, future, grief, happiness, heaven, image, imagination, inspiration, inspirational, jesus, journey, joy, kiss, life, light, love, magic, miracle, mythology, peace, racism, romance, spiritual, strength,

There is a place

There is a place you can go that is full of only love and Warmth
you will be surrounded by a light that shines from the Heavens ,
Sprinkles of Silver and Gold

This place is filled with brilliant colors of Purple , vibrant Gold, all colors.
not one Color is less significant then another ,
for every color is equal here

This place is surrounded by the beauty of different Flowers.
All flowers have significance here No one Flower is better then another
All Flowers are equal here

It is important you know , you can cry here , and should cry as often as needed
For  the tears will cleanse your Soul and give the Flowers water to grow.
No  one Tear is insignificant here , every tear has value and not one is better then another

 money holds no value ,  Where you live , what you own,  has no significance here

You will be surrounded by a beautiful light that shines from the Heavens
A shining warm light will encircle you and allow nothing to hurt you 
Hate will be shed at the door like an old jacket of no use

There is a place of beauty and  Worth.
This place will not be found on Earth
It is a place where no one person is better then another


Poem Details | by Sabrina Niday Hansel |
Categories: best friend, brother, care, childhood, cry, dad, death of a friend, dedication, emotions, family, father, feelings, friend, friendship, growing up, heart, heaven, inspirational, journey, june, life, loss, love, love hurts, memory, mentor, parents, remember, sad, slam, son, sorrow, tribute, uplifting,

He Loved You

He loved you too, you know
Loved you like his very own
In away you were
You came into his life as my friend
Through the years you grew to be my brother in arms 
Along the way you became the son he never had

He loved you as a friend
He loved you even more as a son
A son he never had
When things began to spiral out of control
You stayed when so many others ran away
You helped when I couldn’t

You meant a great deal to him
You never looked at him differently 
Nor did you treat him differently
You stood by his side
When he fell, you stood by his side and mine
You were willing to help me fight his battle for him 
You were there from the beginning 
You were there until the bitter end
Always remember my friend, my brother
He loved you more than you’ll ever know


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Dedicated to close Family friendHe loved my Daddy just as much as I did/do.


Poem Details | by Shanity Rain |
Categories: absence, angel, betrayal, business, car, career, celebrity, change, childhood, dance, death, death of a friend, dedication, devotion, england, farewell, fear, first love, for him, freedom, friendship, funeral, goodbye, grief, heartbroken, history, identity, international, london, miss you, money, murder, muse, music, mystery, new york, peace, political, power, remember, rights, spiritual, tribute, truth, visionary, wisdom,

he is leaving home

                            
                  In great respect of the band I grew up listening to
                       as sure as Mom passed down Saturday Chores 
                      for I had been chosen to scrub bathroom floors `

                    Yet a familiar sound would bring me to keep scrubbing
                       The red album, The blue album , The White album 
                        ThenAbbey Road , always remembering the sad look on
                  Ringo's face ,  something hard to understand underneath~
                       
                      I get it now, what you were saying all those years ago ,
                    the many sad lonely tears , secret tears , secret fears 
                    For Maxwell's Hammer was a real one It wanted silence

                    Going back.remembering when John Lennon died 
                      I was in Arkansas saddened with the world
                      Then seeing his face saying " Drag isn't it " 
                      Nothis was not my hero in music and song

                      he was a stand in hired William , he filled his shoes 
                      bringing diversity to create so much beautiful music from loss

                       One left standing , alone;; grief struck on back cover ~
                       The other identity hidden, tried to be part of.coming together
                                                                                                                                                                        
                            his  world of secrets
                        He to suffers today , in fear , Faul~
                       
                        Too many years gone bylet us tell the TruthLet us be free
                         The very sad long and winding Road ~
                         Let us Bury our real Paul

                         No more " Mystery tour "
                             No more fear 
                                Let him be in peace ~


           Inspired by " The Last Testament of George Harrison , Is Paul Dead ? "

                






Poem Details | by Jacqueline R. Mendoza |
Categories: angel, beautiful, beauty, black african american, bridal shower, caregiving, celebrity, childhood, christian, cousin, daughter, death of a friend, devotion, education, environment, father daughter, first love, flower, children, for her, kids, how i feel, little sister, me, mom, mother, native american, nostalgia, people, poets, school, spiritual, student, woman, women, work,

Qualities of Health Engendering Women

They see strengths
Not the limitations
These are people who will make you proud of yourself
They will tell you why you’re special
Trust you to the point you have to answer their expectations
They make you better than you normally are
You can be proud of yourself
They respect you 
For what you’ve done
Where you’ve come from
They see what you’ve experienced something real
Respect you for your courage
They live by their rules
They do not expect you to follow theirs
They are at peace to themselves
They are not proving anything to you
They are good listeners
Sincere in their interest in you
You feel important
They are available for honest
Genuine discussion
Makes you want to share yourself


Poem Details | by Sheri Fresonke Harper |
Categories: bereavement, death, death of a friend, faith, god, longing, loss, love, music, romantic,

George Gershwin Terzanelle

When you’re longing for someone to watch over you
think about building a stairway to paradise
even if it means you must dance alone with you.

It may feel hard for your heart to sing, soul to rise
It may seem like you got plenty of nutting,
no matter, let your heart climb a stairway to paradise.

Alone may seem lonely and off putting
Life filled with love means it ain’t necessarily so
Love fills you with song, if you embrace plenty of nutting.

For when life cuts you down, tells you it’s time to go,
or too early in life you think your man’s gone now,
trust me on this honey, it just ain’t necessarily so.

All alone with a keyboard, is one way to answer how
with things, even when you want  ‘em, you can’t get ‘em
 but music never leaves you, even after your love’s gone now.

With stuff, when you got ‘em, you may not want ‘em.
Be real and long for someone to watch over you.
With love of men, when you want ‘em, you can’t get ‘em.
Dance with heart upstairs, so you’ll never dance alone.


Poem Details | by Yours Truly |
Categories: beautiful, death, death of a friend, depression, emotions, farewell, feelings, for him, funeral, goodbye, grandfather, happiness, heartbroken, how i feel, i love you, miss you, missing you, moving on, paradise, peace, poetry, sad, sorrow, tribute,

Goodbye Granddad

Gravity pulls my tears into pools.
Im sinking in sorrow -emotional fuels

Just turn back the time, I just want a moment
To say goodbye once, to cherish and own it

I loved my granddad - a man more than great.
Paired with my Granny as the perfect mate

A montage of memories that rush my soul.
My eyes fill with tears, I'm losing control

Just keep it together, it's what he would want
They all say the same, but I stand in front

Happiness swells, yet sadness prevails.
Like Christ on the cross, with hands full of nails

Life has a reason, and death isn't treason.
-It's moving on up.A lifetime's a season

I look to the sky and say my goodbye.
The time won't turn back, I gave it a try

I close my eyes and imagine this-
Paradise in a place full of bliss

World peace in a piece of the world.
Without loss and bombs never hurled

Snow that falls that doesn't freeze.
Sun that shines that doesn't cease

A land where "The forever" is real.
A scene where the sick always heal.

Life with infinite love, like gusts in the wind.
Two little doves, with eternities to spend

God has a plan, fool-proof to the core
Now Granddad's with him, a reward of much more

-Yours Truly


Poem Details | by Meghan Palmer |
Categories: angel, baby, beautiful, bereavement, care, caregiving, celebration, change, childhood, children, creation, cry, death, death of a friend, dedication, desire, devotion, dog, easter, emotions, eulogy, family, farewell, february, first love, friendship, grief, home, joy, pets, smile, heart,

Ode to Humphrey

The"tail" I have to tell, starts off really sad.
My sweet doggie Murphy died and my heart, it hurt so bad.
Until one day in early spring, I got a call that made my heart sing!
There were some puppies born in Waco, the daddy -Jasper, and mommy- Juneau.
Four little boys, three little girlsBut the picture of one boy, made my heart twirl!
So I waited for a week or two, to meet my little puppy-oh so new!
I named him Humphrey, such a handsome boy! He has brought  laughter back and oh what a joy! He's super cute, and very smartMany would say, he's a work of art!
He's learning new tricks, and how to potty outsideSo many rules to learn and abide!
Humphrey is growing so quickly, the puppy breath will soon disappearHe will be an adult in less than a year! Every stage of his life is a blessing from aboveI guess that's the true meaning of what we call "puppy love".



Poem Details | by Cole Banner |
Categories: absence, bereavement, care, change, christian, confusion, dark, death, death of a friend, depression, devotion, dream, emotions, farewell, feelings, friendship, goodbye, grief, heaven, imagination, leaving, life, loneliness, lonely, loss, lost, lost love, miss you, missing, missing you, moving on, pain, people, relationship, sad, sad love, sorrow, sorry, together,

Dialogue of Souls


Best of friends, for countless years,
we had the best of times.
Now as my eyes are filled with tears,
your soul to Heaven climbs.
The path we take, not always clear,
I feel so lost without you here.
Your last words, prophetic now,
“I’ll be home soon”- you knew somehow.
You left me here, I’m so alone,
but I dreamed Heaven had a phone.
We talked all night, you fell asleep,
I held the line to hear you breathe…  

 

   Copyright © 2013




Poem Details | by Chris Boskovski |
Categories: beautiful, beauty, blue, cry, death, death of a friend, dedication, depression, desire, farewell, for her, funeral, girl, girlfriend, hate, heart, heartbroken, hope, how i feel, i love you, leaving, loneliness, lonely, loss, miss you, missing you, night, passion, poetry, rain, relationship, romance, romantic, rose, sad, sad love, sorrow, sorry, spring, sympathy, winter, wisdom, woman, write, writing,

A Flower's Funeral

A sweet flower's funeral
displayed in the cold months
of snowy weather and bone chilling shivers.
A sweet flower burned away, dried up;
buried six feet under.

Oh, my sweet flower,
how you once bloomed with no remorse,
like a madman blooming with beauty
and a glorious halo over your head
shinned with such power and blinding glory.

Oh my sweet flower how you have gone now,
resting in peace in the land of paradise.
Oh, my heart it is weak when I see your face,
of once beautiful smiles and warm embraces.
I can hear your crying out to be free.

Snowing and bone chilling cold ripes at my soul
and feelings of sorrow rage through my blood,
boiling my hatred to the world, for losing your
sweet and ever glorious beauty.

What I would give away, if I could be with you
one last night, one last night together
to hold you in my arms, to smell your sweet perfume
that brings back sweet memories of you and I.
What I would do to be with you,
such romance travels through my heart in the highways
of my veins in my body, love is all throughout me,
and my heart breaks when pictures of you start to collect dust.

My love for you, my sweet flower,
is still ingering through the air,
as I travel and look upon a tombstone
which shows your beautiful name.

Come to me my dear flower,
when spring comes,
come to me my dear, sweet flower.
And bloom once again,
twice as large as last year,
and ten times more beautiful then last year.
Come to me in the first months of spring
in my dreams, so I could sit and talk with you.
I miss you already,
and my heart crys,
my eyes flood with tears of sorrow.
I miss our love we shared.
Long walks,
cosy talks,
warm cuddling embraces
and beautiful displayed in a picture frame.
Now I hear the tapping of raindrops on my window pane.
That is all that keeps me company,
that and the rose you gave to me
and a picture of you and me.
Love is endless, even when blue eyed Death comes to visit
and play a game of chess with us,
we all play our game, my love.
I shall go tonight
in my sleepy slumber
and dream of you in the times of our height in our love for each other.
My lost love, you are gone, resting in paradise,
but never forgotten my sweet flower.

-10/6/2013-


Poem Details | by Shanity Rain |
Categories: autumn, beautiful, change, creation, dance, death of a friend, desire, environment, fantasy, first love, halloween, heaven, imagination, love, lust, magic, moon, mystery, nature, night, nostalgia, october, passion, senses, sensual, sky, weather, wind,

The witches winds are blowing

                  
                                               
 The Santa Ana's are here, and the moon is clear
There is a mystic in the air that whispers in my ear.
  Is this a peaceful feeling or does it carry fear ? 

What is the passion and hot fragrence of orange blossom that is pulling me a different way , as if this power has been sent only by a Witch of the finest of White Magic, only to calm the Blue Soul I have known my whole life.


 I feel a passion that is running through my Veins like the  power of water itself
 
                               
As if the Moon itself were instructed to warm the air that is blowing It is not a new moon , it is not a old moon , it is a moon that appears only in ones lifetime to gaze at

 By seeing and feeling the very power of this Moon you will dance your way to Heaven with happiness of what is yet to come.
 
The Stars around this Moon are unique as if they take the presence of every loved one you and I have lost 

The Witches winds with the warm glowing of the moon, as if I had never met you before , are blowing with the frangerence of Orange Blossom or Magnolia , from a distant past of The South.
 
As if I know we have been together once before , a Moon such as this In a peaceful , lustful state of Bliss.
 

 There is something comingis it something I have always known or wanted ?

 What is yet to be known is as intoxicating as the Santa anas that are running through my body.
 As if i have been struck by the power of light , as the powerful moon I gaze at in the Night.
It is piercing my soul with it's only Truth, 
                                         By;
                                            Shanity Rain 


Poem Details | by Maria Rheza Mae Rubio |
Categories: bereavement, death of a friend, farewell, grief, heaven, loss, sad love,

God Only Knows

Your sudden departure caused glum wonder
A blow that was sinking deep into core
Panic and tough refusal grew under
Death by the final course was to blame for.
Fidelity is dug from a soft spot
His bittersweet timeline has proven such
Makes to think if love is worth the long shot
Little bit of drama for a soft touch.
Yet too forlorn to accept selfishness 
Detaching duties of a well-wisher
Comfort is given to a reticence
Ignorance to the acquired fresh blister.
My dear friend grilled upon reaching the cure
To after one’s own heart that was thought pure.


Poem Details | by Courtney Courtney |
Categories: beauty, character, death, death of a friend, depression, desire, faith, family, farewell, fear, god, goodbye, grave, happy, heaven, holiday, home, house, husband, image, inspiration, inspirational, leaving, loneliness, lonely, longing, lost love, love, marriage, men, miss you, missing, missing you, pain, passion, patriotic, prayer,

Last Kiss

Open your eyes to the ever turning skies 
I want to here with me through the night 
My heart yearns into your soul 
Burning as if newly lit coal 
I bravely submerg the embers 
That the time I have can be spent with you 
And I remember each kiss every moment 
I was caught in your love that for just this day I remember 
So what happened was a chance for your love 
A time that I kept in a locket tied with a kiss 
 I wanted you to feel, to love, to slumber 
And to awake in my arms with that times kept bliss 
I lay silient in an umber