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Poem Details | by Vijay Pandit |
Categories: farewell, goodbye, love,

Last letter

Oh my dearest love, how longingly I recall
Amorous wink of joy, teasing zealous eyes
When you held my hand on journey of life
And never let go despite the arduous climb.

Happily you greeted what justly we toiled for,
In view of gratitude plentiful it always was
Staying true to hallmark of your own resolve
You didn't falter when fate made bad calls.

Exuberantly you reveled in garden of roses
In purple orchids and fragrance of Jasmine
Beneath cosmic infinity wooing your fantasy,
As resolutely you held on to truth of reality.

We traveled far eying cultural renaissance
In Sistine Chapel and the Statue of David
As museums found you mesmerized by art 
And paintings in Uffizi held you spellbound.

In you honor, I'll memorialize solemn oath
Lovingly etched in the temple of our hearts
Saying in your voice, there are no goodbyes
When love shall endure till the end of time.

December 14, 2018
Placed first in last letter to my beloved contest by Silent One


Poem Details | by Carole Duet |
Categories: farewell, i love you,

ON THE SAME BLESSED GROUND

When I see the moon, I think of you. When the flowers bloom I think of you but with the rain my teardrops fall. If only I could have given my all. I would have been the happiest dreamer that ever dreamed a dream. The sun would shine if only you could have been mine. I would have danced all the time and sang a song of love to you that to no one else I could ever do. Instead a hymn to God I sing of thanks and praise that He my dead heart did raise and for a little while I was aglow with love I thought I’d never know. But alas, sometimes I give in and grieve, my feelings on my sleeve. Heartaches and blood seeping through my skin so thin. And I pray forgiveness for this sin of nursing the pain I should hold within. But because I loved you so I knew I had to let you go. I will always be blessed by the day you came my way and loved me too like no one else could ever do. So, my dear. Do not fear. I will always be here thinking of you and seeing your face that from my mind I can’t erase. I just pray to God to please be kind and next time ‘round we’ll be born on the same blessed ground. By: Carole O’Terry Duet; Copyright: 6/11/2018; “All Rights Reserved”


Poem Details | by Gregory R Barden |
Categories: analogy, christmas, goodbye, lost love, love hurts, metaphor, sorrow,

Frozen Farewell


Your breath upon the window freezes, lace

               Yet, warm against my skin, its somber strains

                              As dampened words collect in tears to trace

       The drip of sorrow weeping from my veins



Your perfect lips then tremble in a smile

               To press your pitied kiss upon my eyes

                              Three words, a whispered lie to thus defile

       The beggar's hope I had of sweet goodbyes



One last embrace, to mock the frigid air

               Your warm skin buried deep within your coat

                              The final knife, "goodbye", you bring to bear

       And drag the jagged word across my throat



Your chilling crime of passion, now complete

               My love, like blood, lays puddled.at your feet.




~ 6th Place ~  in the "2019 Poetry Marathon Mile 6" Poetry Contest, Mark Toney, Judge & Sponsor.

~ 9th Place ~  in the "Shakespearean Sonnet" Poetry Contest, Carolyn Devonshire, Judge & Sponsor.

~ 1st Place ~  in the "Your Best Sonnet 2018" Poetry Contest, John Hamilton, Sponsor.

~ 7th Place ~  in the "Best Sonnet" Poetry Contest, Laura Loo, Sponsor.

~ 7th Place ~  in the "Mid January 2018 Premiere Any Form" Poetry Contest, Brian Strand, Sponsor.


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 Robert Lindley |
Categories: death, deep, endurance, farewell, father, tribute, true love,

Simple Man, Just Striving To Have A Simple Soul

Simple Man, Just Striving To Have A Simple Soul

There was no great air of mystery about him
tho' kind, too much of his life had been sad and grim.
Truth, he would rather take a beating than tell lies
seeing others in hurt brought tears to his blue eyes.

In his gentle life he sought love and common sense
about his past he spoke with no storied pretense.
Upon waking and giving thanks for each new dawn
he sat on his porch, admiring green of his lawn.

Simple man just striving to have a simple soul
live life in peace, love his family was his goal.
Tho' life once led him down a very darkened path
he wore no hatred and displayed no burning wrath

I felt his great strength, his kindness bore into me
I sprang from strong, blessed roots, his genetic tree.
Now he has journeyed on to his blessed reward
I have faced this world alone, its been very hard.

On blessed nights he appears to me in my dreams
oft telling me to walk besides cool mountain streams.
Then when things get too hot, step in cool aching feet
Find wisdom to not just foolishness dare repeat.

Have you guessed, this true friend, was my beloved dad
loved me with all his heart even when he was mad.
This my humble tribute, inked in poetic words
he taught life, love, beauty of dawn's sweet singing birds.

R.JLindley,
May 26th, 1973
Rhyme, (Tribute To A Great Man, My Father)

Note- ANOTHER OLD POEM , FROM MY PRIVATE JOURNAL.
Written back when I was a young nineteen year old, remembering my father, his death four years prior and wondering would the deep heartache ever stop.


Poem Details | by Faye Gibson |
Categories: absence, bereavement, death, farewell, heaven, lost love, tribute,

The Last Gold Leaf

The last gold leaf hangs on the bough;
summer is just a memory now.
You, too, have gone, my golden friend;
our summer days came to an end.

We said goodbye; our chapter closed.
How I will miss you no one knows.
On eagle wings you split the skies;
your spirit soaredYou had to fly.

My earthbound soul will bear its grief
severed from you on mortal reef;
but returning from yonder shore,
your love in waves will wash me o'er.

You've gone before, my trusted love;
I wait behind, your mourning dove;
yet, from across the great divide
your voice to me in dreams confides.

No, I think not that dreams they are;
but communion of the near with far.
On such sweet songs I stake my claim
to know and love you once again.

Copyright, 1987, Faye Gibson


Poem Details | by Chris Boskovski |
Categories: august, beautiful, beauty, care, city, dark, dream, farewell, first love, for her, friend, friendship, girl, girlfriend, how i feel, i love you, lost, night, poems, poetry, summer,

I dreamed a dream of You

Yesterday I dreamed a dream,
that had no end.
You in your white gown, and long, black hair flowing.
You were calling my name.
I heard you, but I couldn't reach you!

And when I say your soul was tainted.
You went out in the night life.
You dressed in your black, evening ball gown.
You danced till the Red Sun came out, over the horizon.

You smiled at me.
A flame in my heart burned red hot!
My knees and hands shook with nerves;
Nerves of love and joy.
I blew you a kiss,
but you turned away!
Oh, please don't turn away from me,
for I would die, if it happened again!

Your beautiful and golden heart showed me the truth.
The truth that every gentleman wants to hear.
I've seen you walk the streets,
in the blue dawn of August.
As I followed you, you stopped and looked at me.
You smiled so beautifully, and my heart fluttered into oblivion!

You walked with your friends and I went my way.
I couldn't find a single trace of you that day.
I cried out "Why did I leave her like this?!"
I looked for you, all over the courtyards and town squares!
Yet no sight of your beauty.
..No sight of your golden heart, that I hold so dear to mine.
Where did you go?
Why did you leave?
Why did I leave..that is the question!

I should have stayed by your side,
till the ends of time.

Yet I had left.
Why...?

One gloomy and parish midnight.
I came along a road,
and soon found myself in front of a wayward cafe.
Smiling faces all around me.
I spotted a beautiful face that outstood all the other faces around me.
It was yours.

Your face brought me to sanity and I went over too you!
You spotted me and tried to run!
I caught you in the dirty hallway and pulled you in.

Our eyes met and I fell in love once again.
Sanity re-entered my mind, body and soul.
I kissed you and you kissed back.
You held my hand, and we left the cafe and walked down the street.

The street was gloomy, yet we together brightened the dark street.
We went back to the lit up city streets, of the lands filled with smiling faces,
and we fell in love and slept together.

You lay there in my restless arms and I gave you a sweet kiss,
upon your sweet and soft head.
Your dark hair was sweet smelling and felt of silk.
I closed my eyes and fell asleep with you,
there in my arms and we dreamed together
till the morning came and woke me up,
and took you away from my weak and weary arms.

I dreamed a dream of you.


Poem Details | by Neethu Roy |
Categories: absence, angst, best friend, change, courage, destiny, emotions, farewell, love,

Heart Washed Ashore

Heart Washed Ashore “The sun of my reason has set My thoughts have set sail and My heart was washed ashore last night. Take me to the bottom of the ocean There, I will build you a sandcastle.” I asked you to bring me something from your memories. You brought me all the stars in the Universe; You brought me their gleam, their glimmer. And I, I stood there consumed by their warmth. In that moment, I realized that you will always love me more. I waited for the dewdrop to come home; But you painted for me dark blue skies and thunder. The clouds brought me to you and I stayed; I stayed Because there was no part of me that hadn't felt the rain. In that moment, I realized you were my comfort; my ease. I stretched out my hand to touch that petal. And you flooded me with peaches and flowers, You made me believe in Orange trees and destinies; I watched our euphoria take over my dreams. In that moment, I realized that you were my escape. I let myself fall asleep on your lap and heard our time tick away I guessed correctly then, that Time would be our antagonist. And I must say, she played it quite well. I couldn’t feel the scent of your laughter anymore. In that moment, I realized that I had already lost you. I'm sorry I let my mind strike those words out; I hadn't realized that they were stories from another world; I hadn't realized that I was erasing your dream. I'm sorry I didn't even feel the heat of your fire; I was so consumed in mine Think of happy places, happy people; they said. But in all my thoughts, I saw myself with you You are my happinessThe period I refused to place. You are the ink-spot that refused to wash off Come be my snowfall again; I promise I won’t hurt the flakes Our yesterdays were so beautifulOh yes, they were! They've held most of our smiles and best of our memories. Frightened at the sight of our dreams coming true I don't want our tomorrows to meet. So hold my hand one last time and wish me a Good Life. Let our destinies lay buried under the shade of our Orange Tree.
18 October 2016 Words Drowned In Tears Poetry Contest


Poem Details | by Emily Kroeger |
Categories: confusionlove, i love you,

My Love, I love you but this is my Farewell.

I want to love you,

But how can I, when you..you treat me like this!?

No more! No more! No more! 

I loved you once and have for always.

But no more will I love you for who you have become, but for who you 

were

My love, I love you but this is my farewell.


Poem Details | by Mike Samford |
Categories: love, heart, heart, joy, love,

Sadness Farewell

Oh! Farewell sweet sadness, forever farewell.
We must part now that all my tears have dried.
All the pain of my past, no more to hide.
It is joy that causes my heart to swell.

Go, I set you free from this prison cell
To see you leave and not feel you’re cold 
arms around my chest; I release my hold
I speak of you no more, no more I tell

Oh! My sadness, you’re free; run from this hell
For I must stay and we must part, so go
For love has filled my heart to overflow
Around loves joy I know you can not dwell.

My odium lies with you memory
For love was come and brought her joy for me.



Poem Details | by Sandra Haight |
Categories: death, farewell, love,

Farewell, My Loves


Farewell, My Loves


Now, when it comes...that day, austere,
     when from your lives, I'll leave with drear,
          these words I share with love sincere,
for you, my lifetime, to revere.

Dear husband, try to persevere...
     our hearts stay joined by cupid's spear.
        Hold close our memories, with cheer...
embrace, with love, each yesteryear

My children...these last words appear 
     with strength; my love for you, right here
          and from Beyond, remains premiere...
I, part of you...shan't disappear.

Grandchildren five, how I endear
     your special love...from far or near.
          Through me, you came...another tier...
remember me...your pioneer.

Safeguard my paintings, for it's clear
     they are my talent's souvenir.
          What you can't keep, then volunteer
to nursing homes for atmosphere.

My poetry, please read, adhere
     how love of words did engineer
          the beauty, wisdom, that may steer
your thoughts to form a peaceful sphere.

And when I go, please have no fear...
     from up above Earth's stratosphere,
          where Angels glide with wings so sheer,
I'll love you from Beyond's Frontier.


Sandra MHaight

~9th Place~
Premiere Contest: 2019 Marathon Mile 9
Sponsor: Mark Toney
Judged: 01/06/2019 

~1st Place~
Contest: My Muse, Mortal
Sponsor: Gregory Barden
Judged: 08/21/2018


Poem Details | by Robert Lindley |
Categories: break up, conflict, depression, farewell, lost love, moving on, sorrow,

Morn's Coffee Will Taste Of My Tears

Morn's Coffee Will Taste Of My Tears

If you have left me say it plain
some deep cut hearts can't stand the strain.
If dawn shines and you are not here
morn's coffee will taste of my tears.

I'll not beg you back, not my style
I will deeply mourn little while.
Strap on my boots, in dark world go
embrace sorrows I've come to know.

If you ask forgive, try again
I will say no and say amen
Let your past forever be gone
I'll chew my cud and live alone.

When we both die, again we meet.
I will pray not your soul to greet.

Robert JLindley, 8-05-2018
Sonnet, (Love Once Broken)

Syllables Per Line:  8 8 8 8 0 8 8 8 8 0 8 8 8 8 0 8 8  
Total # Syllables:  112  
Total # Words:  100


Poem Details | by Robert Lindley |
Categories: blessing, dream, farewell, forgiveness, judgement, love, wisdom,

The Dream, The Judgement And The Final Plea

The Dream, The Judgement And The Final Plea


If my beating heart were to be graded,
Through clear prism of hidden things not oft seen;
Let it be judged by memories faded,
Tho' once pretty as verdant grass is green.

There with blindness removed, pray thee not err
For muddied waters defy truest intent;
As all my life and love, was given her,
Such was not wrong, thus no need I repent.

From her soft heart's beating, she gave her all
Nights in loving splendor, we did embrace;
With her sweet smile greeting my every call,
Her great gift was found to be Heaven's grace.

Thou parted, death can not our love destroy,
Destiny once charted, tho' now no more;
Judge not harsh, follies of young girl and boy,
Should my path, be to a different shore.

Forgive mistakes made, youthful confusion.
We both being too young and filled with pride.
I pray thee jump to no wrong conclusion;
All my great sins I dare not try to hide!

Know this, I loved and wanted to keep her,
And in both pounding hearts, love was sublime;
True now, I am truly lost without her,
Perhaps best judge me as bad, end my time.

Ask I thee,  please grant this one more favor,
Allow this wretch to give her one last kiss;
See her smile, touch her lips, taste her flavor,
Die remembering all that I will miss.

Robert JLindley, 5-21-2018
Rhyme, ( Plea and Judgement )



Poem Details | by John Hamilton |
Categories: absence, family, farewell, goodbye, heartbroken, how i feel, love hurts,

I wish I was

I wish I was...

I wish I was...the sun
so I could keep you warm...
my heat would dissipate your storm
I wish I was..the sun

I wish I was..the blood
that courses through your veins...
inside you I could feel your pain
I wish I was..the blood

Chorus
I know that...if you came back
we could start again...
but, I know you'd..never do that
'cause our love has reached the end
All I can say is...I'm sorry
for making...a mess of...
our life and happiness

Bridge
There's not another love,
that could ever take your place,
'cause all I can see...is your face

I wish I was..a star,
so I could shine on you...
I'd lead you home to start anew
I wish I was...a star

I wish I was...the air
that passes through your lips
I'd feel your warm and tender kiss
I wish I was...the air

I wish I was...a thought
lodged inside your mind...
I'd help you happiness to find
I wish I was a thought

Chorus
I know that...if you came back
we could start again...
but, I know you'd..never do that
'cause our love has reached the end
All I can say is...I'm sorry
for making...a mess of...
our life and happiness

Bridge
There's not another love,
that could ever take your place,
'cause all I can see...is your face

I wish I was..the light
I'd brighten up your day
your darkness would just fade away
I wish I was the light

I wish I could be with you
I wish you would be with me
we're supposed to be a family
I wish I was...with you

I wish I was..with you
I wish I was..with you

repeat and fade

John Derek Hamilton
March 29,2019













Poem Details | by Sabrina Niday Hansel |
Categories: absence, angst, cancer, change, child, courage, cry, dad, daughter, death, dedication, emotions, eulogy, family, farewell, father, father daughter, fathers day, feelings, first love, goodbye, grief, heart, heartbroken, heaven, hero, i love you, identity, inspiration, inspirational, journey, june, life, loss, love, memory, mentor, miss you, parents, pride, remember, sad, self, spiritual, strength, tribute,

I'm my Daddy Made Over

Dedicated to my Dad Jerry WNiday 3/20/1952 - 6/18/2013


I am who I am because of him
He’s the reason for my son’s name
He gave me my courage & my strength
To stand tall even when standing wasn’t easy
Stand for the ones who can’t
To think and fend for myself
I’m my Daddy made over

Taught me to fight back 
To never back down
How to pick myself back up
When I’ve been knocked down
Fight for what I believe
I’m my Daddy made over

He gave me my stubbornness 
Gave me my pride
Gave me my temper
Taught me not to take crap
To speak my mind to no matter who
Work for what I want
I’m my Daddy made over

How to keep my emotions in check
How to handle large amounts of pain
When in trouble he always had my back
He knew how my mind worked better than anyone
I got it from him
I’m my Daddy made over

Even though he’s gone
I’ll stand and continue on 
I may stumble I may fall 
May even get hurt along the way
But I’ll pick myself back up
I’ll dust myself off and stand tall
I’m honored and proud to say
I’m my Daddy made over


Sabrina Niday Hansel


Poem Details | by Sabrina Niday Hansel |
Categories: absence, angst, best friend, cancer, courage, cry, dad, daughter, death, dedication, emotions, eulogy, family, farewell, father, father daughter, fathers day, feelings, first love, goodbye, grief, heartbroken, heaven, hero, i love you, identity, inspirational, june, life, loss, lost, lost love, love, memory, mentor, miss you, missing you, mom, pain, parents, remember, sad, sad love, sister, slam, sorrow, soulmate, strength, tribute, urdu,

We Lost More Than a Dad

We lost more than just a Dad that day
We lost half of how we came to be
We lost we four girls first love
We lost our Best Friend

We lost more than just a Dad that day
Our Mom lost her Soul Mate, Her other half 
Our children lost their Papaw
We lost our family’s foundation 
We lost the glue that held us together

We lost more than just a Dad that day
We lost the Strongest man we ever knew 
We lost the man we looked up too
We lost we four girls Teacher of many things

We lost more than just a Dad that day
We four girls lost our Hero
We lost some of our Light
We lost part of our Heart
We lost part of our Soul

We lost more than just a Dad that day
We lost some of our Courage
We lost some of our Strength
We lost some of our will to fight back
We lost some of our will to carry on
We four girls lost more than a Dad
We lost more than just a Dad that day


Poem Details | by Jan Pearce |
Categories: beauty, childhood, farewell, granddaughter, grandmother, love, youth,

A Missive to My Granddaughters

“A Missive To My Granddaughters”


My dearest girls,

How can I begin to tell you 
how much your smile warms my heart,
or the enrichment that penetrates my soul
when I feel your arms embrace me?

With you, I am a girl again reliving my own youth
When you share each new life experience with me.
Once again, my own fervor for life springs forth, 
As I listen to the enthusiasm that emanates from your cheerful chatter.

Your joy rejuvenates me.
Your smile pierces my heart and finds its way
To a special place reserved only for you.
Your zest for life gives me hope again for a better world,
And I thrive on your courage that abounds with each day that passes.

Please know…
That I have saved countless wishes for you alone -
A heart that is forgiving and true,
A mind that is forever open and exploring,
And the courage to face and overcome any obstacle.

I wish you a taste for beauty in whatever presents itself,
A flair of your own like no one else has ever experienced,
An infinite appreciation for all of Nature’s bounty,
And a magnanimous spirit for others less fortunate.

Please know that when I am gone, 
I will be with you always in spirit.
Whether it is the sweetness of a Spring rain,
In the coo of a morning dove,
Or the scent of a summer rose,
You will be reminded,
And you will know
That I am there
With you
Watching
Waiting
Until we are together..…again.


Poem Details | by Therese Bacha |
Categories: lost, love, nostalgia, pain,

My Farewell

If I forget you, would you remember me?
                       If I still love you, would you still love me?
                      
                      If I fall when old, would you lift me up?
                       If I sleep, would you sleep by me?
                      
                          If I run away, would you follow me?
                       But If I stay, would you stay with me?
                     
                        If I see you, would you recognize me?
                               I know you would Not.
                        
                           That is why, I wish I would whisper 
                               And not hear myself
                         
                                   I wish I could cry 
                                   not feel my tears
                                    nor feel my fears.
                               Tonight, my final Farewell.
                  
                                     Therese Bacha
                                     24 August 2014


Poem Details | by Robert Candler |
Categories: age, angel, animal, bereavement, best friend, blessing, care, caregiving, character, death, dedication, devotion, dog, emotions, farewell, feelings, friend, friendship, grave, heaven, husband, life, loneliness, lonely, longing, loss, lost love, miracle, moving on, mystery, old, pets, prayer, religious, sorrow, soulmate, spiritual, sweet, together, tribute, wife,

Pal

Bob had been a lonely man ever since
His wife of fifty years had passed.
“Lord, let me join her.” he would pray.
“Let this day be my last.”

Each day, he went to the cemetery,
Just a short walk down the street.
After their talk, he would water her flowers
And hear passers-by whisper, “How sweet.”

One gray and misty morning,
He had hoped for sunnier skies
To plant fall bloomers at her graveside;
But there, to his surprise…

Stood an old dog beside her stone;
Thin and dirty, but he struck a handsome pose.
He whined as Bob approached, as if to say,
“I could use a friend, you know.”

He sat calmly as Bob planted flowers,
Carefully sniffing each one Bob put in place.
Then, after he sniffed the last one planted, 
He turned and licked Bob’s face.

Bob smiled“I had a dog when I was young…
Pal…he was a mighty good one too.
So, if you don’t mind old fella,
That’s what I’ll call you.”

Pal may have been an old dog,
But he was smart and handsome in his way;
So they made a deal, Bob would give him a meal
And a bath, if he decided to stay.

Pal loved his bath, then rolled in the grass.
He slept on a blanket in the den.
In the night, he dragged it next to Bob’s bed
He intended to be Bob’s best friend.

Pal was such a good dog, housebroken too;
Never made a mess or got in trouble.
He knew about newspapers, slippers and Frisbees;
And when Bob called, he‘d come on the double.

Yes, Pal gave Bob’s life new purpose.
A special bond of friendship was cast.
And never again did Bob pray, 
“Lord, let this day be my last.”

For twelve years, the very best of friends,
Together night and day;
And so it was, until one evening,
Pal quietly passed away.

Bob held Pal in his arms and wept.
“Oh, Pal…my best friend…you saved my life.” 
He caressed Pal as he reminisced;
Then, sometime in the night, Bob joined his wife.

The next morning, an old woman,
Tears welling in her sad and lonely eyes,
Brought fresh flowers to her husband’s grave;
But there, to her surprise….

Stood an old dog beside the stone, 
Thin an dirty, but he struck a handsome pose.
He whined as she approached, as if to say,
“I could use a friend, you know.”

He sat calmly as she took old flowers
And put fresh ones in their place
He carefully sniffed the fresh ones,
Then, turned and licked her face.

She smiled through her tears 
“I had a dog when I was young...
A good one too His name was Pal.”


Poem Details | by Chris Boskovski |
Categories: beautiful, beauty, cry, dedication, depression, desire, devotion, farewell, fear, heartbroken, horror, how i feel, howl, judgement, loneliness, lonely, longing, loss, lost, lost love, night, pain, sin, sorrow, suicide, sympathy, voice, wisdom, write, writing,

Hounds from Hell

Hounds from Hell take their toll on your soul
as you walk the mainstreet of mainstream
and watch Saturn and Neptune dance to a simple tone
of silence in the outer space.
As you sit in the middle of the world
alone;
free yourself from the sense of hopelessness,
only see yourself in the mirror of deception
as your reflection laughs at you and looks right through you,
and doesn't have remorse for what it says or does to you.

Hounds from Hell take your soul,
chock you, cut of your air,
the smog and fog blind you in the city of ash.
Hear the hounds from hell howl for your soul,
go now, barracade your soul behind sins and temptation,
Alone, listening to your soul die away,
watch love go away from you, with suitcase in hand,
picture frames broken and collect dust through the sands of time.
Till the cleaning lady comes on Monday, to clean the mess
that you left behind.
You are gone, without a trace of ever returning.
Looks of the Hounds of Hell came for you and stole you from
comfort and warmth,
till the sorrowed heart cracks and pain spills out
and you look at it all spill out over the floor.
The Hounds from Hell have paid a consumable harmage to you,
and your rich soul of sorrowness burns away..slowly.

Fear darkens souls,
innocent souls burn with a new day,
a slumber that has no end
with nightmares haunting every light of hope
there is left in this desolate Wasteland.
Fear and darkness tears a hole in the darkened universe
and we all go to hell to see the Hounds,
who come for us all.
The graveyards fill,
and death guards the tombstones of the dead,
and the flowers burn away on the feet of the dead.

-10/14/2013-


Poem Details | by Carol Eastman |
Categories: death, faith, farewell, heartbroken, loss, prayer, religious,

Understanding Gods Love

Christmas, so full of life, and miracles, was found wanting this year.
A young mother sat by her daughter’s hospital bed, racked with tears.
Her daughter was sleeping way too still; her last breaths would soon come.
How could this happen to so beloved a child, she was way, too very, young.

Where was God’s wisdom, in taking a six year old, or her father as taken in war?
Church, friends, family, others, and her, had prayed till they could pray no more.
They’d ask for her: to walk in the sun, and play again, with family to hold her hand.
But her time was gone, like in an hourglass; the sand was almost, completely gone.

The mother was afraid to pray anymore… what could it accomplish any more?
What the disease hadn't taken, the cure had, nothing left, but for her soul, to soar.
But how could she hand her to the angels? Strangers had always frightened her child.
No, she sobbed, she’s way to young! Still she knew: life was never fair… or mild.

Where was God when you need him! Please don’t take her away! Her mind riled!
When suddenly, her daughter opened her eyes, and smiled her little, tired smile.
She whispered: Papa’s here… to hold my hand… He’s taking me… where I can play.
At that the fear receded… as she said she loved her… then watched her fade away.

Perhaps her prayers HAD been answered… She’d had her time with her, after all.
Now her Husband, would take her place… Perhaps it was his turn, to carry on.
Tears would still be shed… It was natural for that to happen, when this befalls.
But she knew her daughter now had everything, including The Great Father’s Love.

There are many types of Christmas magic, but as her time came to a close…
A mother’s love can’t be beat, except by God’s Love, for us all…


Poem Details | by Reason A. Poteet |
Categories: farewell, fishing, friend, sweet,

A Settled Sweetness in Love

  two septets with rhyme  

At last, my friend and I bear no shame.
We spent a year seeking a soul-mate.
His eyes obliged my life to claim,
yet he could not, he would not propose.

Our calm ship was headed aground
for months we kept it together -
an ocean of hope, my playground.


Fisherman's widow!  At long last
I reeled in and quit my fishing.
I found my reach exceeds my grasp.

Two smiling faces fade from sight, 
we travel on very different waves.
Feeling free, we are all alone tonight,
the settled sweetness of farewell.


inspired by a quote from Andrea del Sarto byRobert Browning, 
"Ah, but a man's reach should exceed his grasp,"


Poem Details | by Beverly Vera |
Categories: emotions, farewell, feelings, for him, heartbroken, i love you, lost, lost love, love, sad love, self, spoken word, truth,

Laying Here

Laying here..
On the grass 
Its such a peaceful night 
Layin here..
As I slowly inhale, exhale
Among the diamonds in the sky 
I soon begin to visualize
Your perfect face, 
your perfect smile
My mind quickly begins to rewind
To the days when you and I
were more than once upon a time

I have but one regret in life 
I let insecurities dictate how I walked the line
Hand in hand with ignorance and pride
So many feelings I held inside
The love of my life, I self denied

If only I had told u a long time ago 
Your name is written on my heart, 
Your silhouette imprinted within my soul
Maybe u would have never closed your door 
                  on me...
             
              I cant get in....

He changed the lock
And now she holds the key

And here I am
Laying here..
Wondering if she sees 
You as I do now


Poem Details | by Chris Boskovski |
Categories: beautiful, blue, cry, dark, death, dream, farewell, fear, for her, friend, friendship, how i feel, lonely, loss, lost, lost love, love, miss you, missing, missing you, october, poems, poetess, poetry, poets, woman, write, writing,

The Blue Poet

I am the Blue Poet.
The uneasy man.
Who longs to be loved,
or just to have a friend.

My heart whisphers a low melody
on a faint, cool evening
thinking of her.
Once in my arms,
laying on my bed of roses.
Now she is gone.
I cannot think anymore!
It is hard, to love again,
When all your love has been taken away.
..I am the Blue Poet.

I am the Blue Poet,
That walks the bluish, dawn and dew covered streets
in the the October evenings and nights.
But I tell you, I wasn't always so blue.
No! I was once alive..happy..romantic,
..till Love went away!

Now I sit in the wayward poetry clubs,
drinking club soda and snapping my fingures
to a finished performance on a poem about love.
Written by a soft, spoken seventeen year old girl.

Soon, it is my turn to give my poem a read.
I stand on a lone stage, with a spotlight drownding me in blindness.
I face the faces, who look at me and smile.
A clap, and a cough, bring my head up.
I look out upon the sitting crowd.
To see that one face
that speaks to me,
without the movement of the mouth.
The face never showed though, and my head fell back down.

I start to read.
A vase of emotions kill me and swallow me up.
I try to hold back tears, but no more could I halter.
I finished, with a salty tear, rolling down my rough and oiled cheek.
I leave the crowd at ovation
and leave the women, all with tears in their eyes.

I come down from the stage, leaving the bright spotlight.
I shake hands, give hugs,
and collect my pay, and have another round of club soda.
Then, I go down the midnight alleyways of sprinkled city streets
finding myself a cozy room.

I think of her for a moment,
then off to sleep.
I dream of one time laughs, and hugs and kisses.
I cry in my sleep,
...For I am the Blue Poet.


Poem Details | by John Pen |
Categories: break up, cry, farewell, heartbroken, lost love, relationship, sad love,

I have got to go

For the piles of promises that were broken
And the avalanche of lies that were spoken

I have got to go, you know I've got to go

I have got to leave the lock of your arms
And escape from the spell of your charms

I have got to go, you know I've got to go

What we had was sweet while it lasted
But now it looks like our time was wasted

I have got to go, you know I've got to go


Poem Details | by Robert Lindley |
Categories: conflict, crush, farewell, goodbye, lost love, pain, symbolism,

A Deep And Saddened Look Back

A Deep And Saddened Look Back

On a very sad sunny day in summer's glory
that tragic ending came to our love story.
Midnight, a night filled with bright, full moon
misery blasted me that hot day in June!

Your phone call put me into epic shock
your hammer had just cracked my rock.
A darkened cloud descended over my life
WORST PAIN EVER- loss of my dear wife!

So sad.You cared not as you walked away
leaving me with loving words yet to say.
And destroyed was all our future plans
as you sought lust with your lusting fans!

As I look back and now see that event
soul tells me it was truly heaven sent.
Life has a plan to send us another way
ignoring sad pleas and what we may say!

Decades have now shown me wisdom galore
revealing life then became so much more.
Yet heart and soul may still remember you
sad years passed, still you have no clue!

There was that sweet family we never had
and our love lost forever, tis' so very sad.
Children, never born to grace our halls
YOU NEVER HEARING YEARS OF MY CALLS!

******  *******  , 12-15-2015

Written for Silent One's , Walking Away contest
Based upon a sad event in my young life.


Poem Details | by David Smalling |
Categories: death, i love you,

Farewell, alas

Farewell, alas, our ways now part
At the forking of the road
You leave me now with willing heart
And I must carry still the load

Farewell, alas, bravely once here
You walked in sun and dew
And never did I see a tear
To make this choice, so well thought through.

Farewell, alas, I love you more now
Than when my company you keep
But coming to hills bright brow
You spoke of promises to keep.

Farewell, alas, what courage gleams
And you insistent to know beyond the mist
While I raging defer with screams
The myth that something else be ever better than this.

Farewell, alas, I miss you on the sunless shore
At the forking road you left my side
And I walk on alone, alone the poor
And empty world your parting must abide.


Poem Details | by Liz Labadie-Reilly |
Categories: leaving, lost love,

Farewell at the Falls

Your emerald eyes smiled at me
as the mist caressed your face, 
they captured me and held me
in a magical embrace                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                             

The thundering silver waters
torrentially unkind,
echoing at daybreak
of love we’re forced to leave behind.

The splendor of Niagara
her beauty and her grace
is incomparable to the loveliness
that decorates your face.

Our love is like caged bird,
no hope, no chance to fly,
you’ll  live eternal in my heart
till these mighty Falls run dry.

Our souls  will meet again someday ,
you’re the greatest part of me,
timeless as Niagara’s waters flow,
you are my destiny.
					



Poem Details | by little known nothing |
Categories: break up, farewell, heartbroken, loss,

I love you enough to leave

The truth 
It will destroy you
An August day
While you sweep up
rose petals 
On our Sun drenched
porch
You look at me from
under heavy lashes
And say it's ok
You don't wish to be
without me
It's ok your always
want me
Your never stop

I'll bask in this
glory
Thanking God for you
loving me
As tears prick the
back of my eyes

The hand around my
heart squeezes a
little tighter
Until I am
breathless with it

In time
There is a
difference to us
Making love is no
longer rushed
After 
I look at you,
looking down at me
But neither of us
say it's pointless
Your days a little
darker
A little longer
Things a little more
useless

The hand around my
heart squeezes a
little tighter
As the truth picks
away at your dreams
one by one

At Christmas we
pretend we are still
happy
Completely in love
While in the garden
with your sister
The truth pours out
of me in great sobs
She says it's ok
your get through
this
We both know she's
lying
Inside she's crying

I had no right in
making you love me
So the hand squeezes
a little tighter
round my heart

Somewhere along the
way
Anger rises
The tension
surprises us
You begin to resent
me
Hate me for letting
you love me

And I am sorry
I stayed a little
too long
Cared a little too
much
I needed this
whatever it was

So the hand squeezes
a little tighter
round my heart

Invisibly I collect
my possessions
Storing them
They lay in wait

Courage appears 
At three in the
morning on a Tuesday
Quietly I get my
things
Wait by the window
for a taxi
As the hand squeezes
a little tighter
round my heart

The knowledge
erupted
Watching you hold
your new Godson
Looking at me
longingly
Knowing I can never
give you this
Tears glazing your
eyes
Looking so proud
It's wrong for me to
keep you
With me this is all
your ever be
A childless man

In your hallway
You help with my
bags saying nothing
I will never be
wife, bnever be a
mother
Without you I'll
never be anything

As the cab pulls
away
You say your always
love me
I say I know
But I have to let
you go
I'm giving you a
chance of what I
can't give you
The most precious
thing
A family

So the hand
completely squeezes
my heart


Poem Details | by Brian Wallace |
Categories: christian, farewell, girlfriend, goodbye, heartbroken, lost love, relationship, sorry, spiritual,

The Wretched Prince

"The Wretched Prince"

You were my hope
And all my dreams,
But all of that has changed,
It seems

Because I treated 
You so bad,
Destroying everything
We had

And if I could
Just turn back time,
I'd claim you and,
I'd make you mine

I'd treat you
Like a Princess fair,
Hold you close,
And stroke your hair

A precious jewel
You would be,
Honored, Treasured,
Loved by me

I'd be your Prince,
Your Hero true,
And nothing
Would I keep from you

But this is not 
A Fairy Tale,
I missed the mark,
I lost the trail

Your "Prince" was just
A wretch, it seems,
Quite capable
Of killing dreams

A Hero?
No, I failed that too,
You got much less
Than you were due
I rack my brain,
I beat my breast,
Realizing that I failed the test

And I know this,
You played no part,
In the reckless murder
Of your heart

We had it all,
We were "that pair"
I ruined that,
It wasn't fair

I promised not 
To play that game,
But in the end,
I hold the blame

You were "the one"
I always said,
Then cruelly left
Our love for dead

Your faith in me
Was rare and just,
I finally ground 
It into dust

I crushed your faith,
And acted small,
And caused a bitter rain
To fall

I hurt you love,
And I regret,
The pain I caused,
You can't forget

And if I could 
Reset the clock,
Erase the pain,
The hurt, the shock



I'd do it now
I swear it's true,
Undo the harm
I did to you

But time moves forward
I am told,
It leaves me sad,
And feeling old

With words too little,
And too late,
I took your love,
And left you hate

These words I offer 
Unto you,
With hope you can 
Believe they're true

You were so strong,
Yet fragile too,
I tore a precious thing
From you

I pray that God
Will soon repair,
The heart
I was so quick to tear

I thank you for
The strength you shared,
The love you gave,
And how you cared

Your courage helped me
To go on,
When all of mine
Was dead and gone

All I left you
Was pain and strife,
And I'll regret that
All my life


Please know your tears
Don't fall alone,
I miss the place 
We once called home

This wretched "prince"
Will hobble on,
No longer part, 
Of your sweet song

A Princess,
I can never claim,
But I will not 
Forget your name,

My honor, blanketed by shame,
But I will not forget your name.