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Poem Details | by Connie Marcum Wong |
Categories: death, loss, love,

Behold Death

Behold Death

Behold Death in your loving arms.
Embrace it as you would the loved
one who passed…entering another 
realm, as they are still hovering near
and can hear, see and feel
your grieving emotions.

You may not be able to visualize
them, but may sense their presence.
Feel the comfort they are trying 
to offer by crossing the boundaries of
linear time from one realm to the next
in the beauty that residing divinely on 
the other side affords us.

We are able to sense their essence of
spirit that will remain with us always
until we too join them in their existence 
that has no limitations and is bound only 
by collective souls living in harmony.
Behold Death in your loving arms.

10-13-18

~Poem of the Day October 15, 2018~
Thank you Poetry Soup Team and Members


Poem Details | by Lynn Marie |
Categories: angst, death, introspection, loss, lost love, love, nostalgia, passion, magic,

winter's afterglow

stars twinkled brilliantly
against majestic snow-capped mountains,
delicate pure white flakes danced;
swirling, twirling, rhythmically.

she stood, nose pressed tightly
against the window pane; gazing in awe
at the magic the snowflakes created;
as tears spill from her emerald green eyes.

the cabin is warm, radiating a comforting glow
a fresh pine scent lightly sweetens the air;
she fights the memories, as she begins to shake.

fingers entwined, she tries desperately to hang on
be present in the moment;
"stop, stop, stop" she says, stomping her feet;
she falls to her knees; quivering

she holds tightly her arms and begins to rock,
feeling his presence in his favourite black sweater;
she cannot bring herself to take off.

giggling sounds permeate her thoughts
cocooned in his aura, his essence, his scent;
she feels his lips kiss the nape of her neck,
his strong hands caressing her hair.

she rocks and rocks, time ceases to stop,
as she falls deep into a rich
moulton pool; his smouldering brown eyes.

her lips part; barely into a smile at
his joy when he surprised her with the cabin; 
their oasis away from home.

she wipes away a tear, beams from within
as she recalls the snowball fight, he lost, she won.
he scooped her up, carried her with glee,
over the thresh hold of their cabin; 
their oasis; their heart's retreat.

a decadent white rug bought just for her
lay invitingly in front of the fire,
fiery orange embers crackled and glowed.
he gently laid her down; "my beauty" he said.

they drank champagne, drunk in each other,
wrapped up in his care, she felt peace.
as they lay basking in winter's afterglow,
he whispered "this is my time, i must go".

startled, she sat up, staring deep in his soul,
as snowflakes twirled and danced, 
fresh pine lightly sweetened the air;
he breathed one final breath; then he let go.

her screams were not audible, her body convulsed
as she lay on his chest; her heart; her home.
she cursed the night and winter's afterglow
sobbing "not him, not him, please take me too".

she fights to bring herself back
to the here and the now,
as embers slowly dim, she wobbily stands
clutching tenderly his urn, she must set him free.

the stars twinkled brilliantly
against majestic snow-capped mountains
she opens the window, where dreams breathed of life;

with tears cascading
she releases her love; her life;

to become one 
with the magic of;
winter's afterglow.


Poem Details | by Silent One |
Categories: angst, loss, lost love, love hurts, sad, sad love,

Some hearts can never be tamed

Once when my soul spoke, you betrayed every word. Then your tongue promised to only sing with sincerity. I danced for a brief while, lost in your angelic orchestra. Until I stumbled and you fell, crushing our garden of roses. Then keys fused only sad sounds. Maybe it was me, but i'm sure it was you, who left me alone on that boulevard of broken promises. Vivid violins cried, until you snapped their sorrowful strings. And I was right there, but your eyes deceived you. You thought it was rain drops, not the tone of my tears, electrocuting the heart of my weeping guitar. Chills from your silence froze suppressed emotions Creating ribs of steel, which shield flesh that is now stone. Now your love belongs to another innocent man. Who doesn't know your song, nor how your garden blooms.
Simple Musings Silent One 28 February 2018


Poem Details | by Susan Ashley |
Categories: appreciation, beauty, loss, passion, romantic love,

Her Grace, Soft As The Silence Of Morn's Falling Dew


Her romantic letters, birth as heart pure and true supported deep vows we both swore to be held to. Her grace, soft as the silence of morn's falling dew with vows to keep hot passion of love that is new. Spring had brought this loving angel truly divine her beauty and purity no words could define. Spirited, she sang - forever united hearts Her soft kiss and moans, treasures found on no star charts. Nature spoke to her and she in turn gave away nuggets of its splendors, rich truths none can betray. As Heaven and Sky blessed her every foot fall she never said uttered a word needing recall. Her time on earth, gifted only goodness and light romancing her first love and precious was her sight. Spirited, she sang - forever united hearts. Her soft kiss and moans, treasures found on no star charts. I read her yearning poetry each heartfelt verse and in her rapture was my being’s full immerse. Word-whispers from the page caressed me wispy thrill reminding me of days sweet gilt of daffodil and petals pink neath dream girl skies so soft, in sooth enchanting was the tender season of her youth. Spirited, she sang - forever united hearts. Her soft kiss and moans, treasures found on no star charts. In quiet hush before sunrise our love was lush until aurora banished night in her gold rush of dawning tipsy in wine-stained heavens shinin’ desires spilled our lusty reds across horizon - a blaze of colors branding love’s intensity, time and space sparked by fired hearts’ electricity. Spirited, she sang - forever united hearts. Her soft kiss and moans, treasures found on no star charts. Enlightened spirit from defeat of sorrow’s foe, her gift, in written verse of love, to set aglow a life of beauty echoing the words of love now distant in the skies with kindness up above when golden strings of sacred lust remain in thrills of woven love, entangled in a braid of frills. Spirited, she sang - forever united hearts. Her soft kiss and moans, treasures found on no star charts. Her fragile throne of virtues goodness cast in gold beyond eternal love, angelic charms behold through mortal death returned to God’s celestial care to guide from heavens, words of wisdom in her prayer endowment of the past as lover’s hearts enlace with charms beyond life, she remains my saving grace. Spirited, she sang - forever united hearts. Her soft kiss and moans, treasures found on no star charts. Robert JLindley, Susan Ashley and Teppo Gren (a collaboration - unified in one poetic and indistinguishable voice.) October 2, 2018 _________________________ ~ Poem Of The Week ~ Week of October 7, 2018 It is an honor for me to share in this recognition with my gifted collaborators, Robert Lindley and Teppo Gren _________________________ Poet’s Note: it is once again, my wonderful pleasure to be able to contribute my verses to this lovely collaboration in fellowship with my esteemed and immensely talented friends Robert Lindley and Teppo GrenRobert, your initiation of this heartfelt poem and your invitation to compose with you and Teppo lead to a waterfall of inspiration upon reading your artistically beautiful, soulful and stirring versesThe shining light of your brilliant talent continues to lead the way and burns ever so brightlyYet again, Teppo, your golden verses are filled with beauty, emotion and imagery that leave me in awe of your poetic expertise and bountiful talentI am so fortunate to have the opportunity to continue to create splendid poetry with two such sensitive and artistic souls - thank you, dear Robert and Teppo, for another most delightful, creative and satisfying poetic experience.


Poem Details | by Tim Smith |
Categories: bereavement, loss, love,

My Heart Beats For You

Walking aimlessly through the woods
Searching for that spot we once stood
Pouring out my heart and my tears
Reliving memories of those special years

Red and orange and purple from green
Rich autumn colors, a sight to be seen
The winds of change quickly blowing in
With it a new chapter will soon begin

Not ready to give up, I can't let go
Where am I headed, where will I blow
Lost without you, what am I to do
Darling, my heart is still beating for you


Poem Details | by Lyric Man |
Categories: angst, betrayal, break up, cry, heartbreak, loss, lost love,

BEHIND THE SMILE

Just another sinking tear
In this river full of pain
Racing fast to nowhere
A world that's gone insane
Hope committed suicide
Before I had the chance
Forced to live without you
Teased by fool's romance

But it's alright you'll never know
I'm living dead but I don't show
Empty words and hollow eyes
Behind the smile I hide my lies

Everyone has the answer
None of them are right
The blind lead the blind
Pretending to have sight
Love is such a cruel illusion
A distracting fool's delight
Left me poor and naked
Under a waterfall of night

But it's alright you'll never know
I'm living dead but I don't show
Empty words and hollow eyes
Behind the smile I hide my lies

Handcuffed by our society
Scorned to a water grave 
Drowning in a sea of lonely
And too far gone to save

But it's alright you'll never know
I'm living dead but I don't show
Empty words and hollow eyes
Behind the smile I hide my lies

~Lyric Man

Note: I wanted to write a break-up song that was so painful.each line works as a separate, horrific storyAnd it comes like unrelenting waves rushing over its helpless, loveless victimAnd still, this broken soul tries to hide that they've drown in an eternal water grave of rejection, behind a blank, artificial smileMy hope was to create a picture of complete and utter emptinessBecause if you've tasted true love and then lost it forever.that's how desperately awful it feels! 


Poem Details | by Heather Ober |
Categories: loss, love,

Butterflies

They flutter and hover
And float on the breeze.
They shiver and shimmer
And weaken the knees.
Fickle and fragile,
They tickle and tease.
Fleeting and flimsy,
Deceptively free 

These frivolous creatures, 
These knots of desire.
Once spindles of yearning, 
Now spools of barbed wire.
Once pulling like petals, 
Now pricking like briar.
Once soothing like honey,
Now burning like fire.

Violently thrashing,
It struggles to rise.
The truth comes up gasping
From whirlpools of lies.
Shed this charade 
And discard your disguise.
I know you enjoy
Drowning blind butterflies.


Poem Details | by JAN ALLISON |
Categories: loss, love hurts,

INTERMINGLE

I wiped away a single tear That had fallen from my eye (You told me simply we were friends) You left me after only a year (But you conceal your aching heart) I often sit and ask myself why Looking back on our time together I remember those halcyon days (My love for you it never ends) I thought we’d be together forever (You told me simply we were friends) Now memories are a fading haze Your hair so dark with eyes of brown (Dreaming of you my heart ascends) So full energy with a sense of fun (Forbidden love keeps us apart) Always happy you were never down We’d go out together and have a run (You told me simply we were friends) You’d always reward me with a soppy kiss (But you conceal your aching heart) I’ll never forget the day you got knocked over Never a day passes when you I don’t miss How I loved my darling dog Rover 03~05~15 Do You Love me – Triolet ~09~26~14 How I miss you Rhyme - 09~22~14 Contest - Intermingled – Craig Cornish


Poem Details | by Teppo Gren |
Categories: feelings, heartbroken, loss, sad, sad love,

Loss of More - FEELINGS contest

Loss of more

Not only did I lose you, but more,
my life’s being to fulfil awareness,
in years to come with further to adore,
as reflections of your beauty’s fairness.
Like a quartet’s melodious accord,
wanting was the togetherness of four,
a dream to beseech love’s greatest reward;
continuation of life’s chain restore.
Ornaments of beauty to give life worth,
new flowers to blossom as future holds,
in the dreams of tenderness, love’s rebirth;
but alas once more the heartache unfolds.

For a brittle heart agony befall,
in an outcast state, loss of more than all.


T.J Grén

For contest: JP Contest 5 FEELINGS
Sponsor: Jamie Pan


Poem Details | by Susan Ashley |
Categories: appreciation, autumn, grave, grief, loss, love, missing you,

Season Of September



Sunlight falls in breezy dapples across your lichened stone, solace now I seek in chapel’s old yard while we’re alone. It brings my heart back, being here - love; that I remember, the autumn brings a tender tear season of September. Neath supple sways my prayerful praise I offer you a hymn; may dreams evergreen be always blessed to soulful brim. ...church bells black - they toll the hours mourning time since you’ve been gone. Losing you and laughter ours wrong side of Heaven I am on... Green leaves that sigh like grieving silk have not yet turned to red, memories sweet as mother’s milk will nurse through snows ahead. It brings my heart back, being here - love; that I remember, the autumn brings a tender tear season of September. Susan Ashley September 7, 2018


Poem Details | by Gregory R Barden |
Categories: grief, loss, lost love, soulmate, true love,

Soft, The Bells


Soft, soft, I ring the bells
          Soft, the bluebells blooming
               Softer tho', her pleading eyes
     With each breath, consuming..

Hark, hark, I call to thee
          Hark, so blushes morning
               Hearken to her linen cheek
     Crimson as the borning..

Haste, haste, alas the years
          Haste to cut the bracken
               Hasten, to her dimming gaze
     'For the shadows slacken..

Hush, hush, I whisper yet
          Hush to bide the nether
               Hushing now, her angel voice
     Gone, my love.forever.




Submitted on March 25, 2019
To the "2019 Poetry Marathon Mile 27" Poetry Contest
Mark Toney, Judge & Sponsor.


Poem Details | by Ed Coet |
Categories: death, father, inspirational, loss, lost love, son, sorry, dad, dad, patriotic,

Soldier

I saw a burial with a bugler playing taps;
I turned to my father, “what happened?” I asked.
He clutched my hand and with a quiver in his voice,
he began to explain and his eyes became moist.

“My son,” he said, “this is rather difficult for me;
for an old veteran like myself this is tough to see.
In that coffin lies a genuine patriotic warrior,
an honest-to-God hero, an American soldier.

I appreciate that soldier and the service he gave,
and I honor his sacrifice as he’s laid in his grave.
He was honorable, selfless, courageous, and bold;
please remember him son, as you grow old.

The value of his service, I must explain,
if not remembered, will be lost in vain.
As a nation we’re nothing without soldiers like him;
and failing to remember would be a terrible sin.”

I listened in awe as my father spoke,
it seemed as if his heart were broke.
I suddenly remembered when he went to war,
and when he returned I thought nothing more.

I never asked why he walked with a limp,
and I didn’t care about why he was sick.
I was too busy enjoying the life that I had,
to realize that I had it because of dad.

I finally understood what my dad was about,
and it hurt so bad I cried out loud.
He sacrificed so much so I could be free,
and his battle scars were suffered for me.

It was my father’s spirit that spoke to me that day;
thank God I finally understood what he had to say.
I saluted his coffin as they laid him to rest,
and I thought about the medals pinned on his chest.

That I didn’t honor him sooner, I will always regret;
and I pledged that day to never again forget.
I’m proud that my dad was a patriotic warrior;
I’m honored to be the son of an American soldier


Poem Details | by Mike Ruff |
Categories: depression, loss, lost love, love, passion, sad, heart, longing, heart, moon,

I Look To the Moon

I look to the Moon, hanging aloft
Among the clouds so milky soft.
How must it feel, so high above?
So chilled and bleak and void of love.

Collapsed and sunken are his eyes,
Dark and deep as the onyx skies.
As the Moon shies from the sun,       
I share no love with anyone.

The Moon is alone, without affection.
In its grim face is my reflection.
Inside my heart, the longing grows,
And rots my soul, a sickly rose.

While I look beyond this cage,
I clench my fists; they shake with rage.
I desperately stare above,
Wishing to fly, free as a dove;
For release from the troubled heart I claim,
To be finally rid of the madness and shame.
                                      
Although reprieve is found in song,
To no one does my soul belong.
In music, may the pleas be spoken,
But all in vain; the heart is broken.
                            
The Sphere returns, begins to sigh.
We are not so different, You and I.
So twisted and fractured is the White Stone.
We both have no one; We are both all alone.


Poem Details | by Sabrina Niday Hansel |
Categories: absence, angst, cry, dad, death, depression, emotions, family, father, father daughter, fear, feelings, future, goodbye, grief, heart, heartbroken, heaven, how i feel, identity, leaving, life, loneliness, lonely, loss, lost, love, memory, miss you, missing you, pain, parents, poets, prayer, sad, sorrow, strength, stress, urdu,

I Need Your Help Daddy

I’m tired
I’m Physically and Emotionally tired
I don’t want to be the strong one anymore
I can’t this time
I don’t know what to do Daddy
I need your help down here

I can’t get back in control of my emotions 
I’m having a hard time dealing with your absence
I’m having a hard time standing by myself
I need your help Daddy

I’m broken and lost without you Daddy
I need your will to want to carry on
I need your strength to over come this
I need your strength to stay standing
Your courage to fight back again
I need your help 

Please Daddy I’m at a loss
How am I suppose to do this
I need your guidance 
I need you to guide me back
To whom I was before
I need your help Daddy
I need your help







Poem Details | by Le'Rita Clark |
Categories: black african american, death, life, loss, love, sad, teen, girl, girl,

Sweetest Love Note

One night a guy & a girl were
driving home from the moviesThe
boy sensed there was
something wrong because of the painful
silence they shared between them
that nightThe girl then asked the boy to pull over
because she wanted to talkShe told him that her
feelings had changed & that it was time to move on.
A silent tear slid down his cheek as he
slowly reached into his pocket & passed her a folded note.
At that moment, a drunk driver was speeding down
that very same streetHe swerved
right into the drivers seat, killing the boy.
Miraculously, the girl survivedRemembering the note, she
pulled it out & read it.
"Without your love, I would die."


Poem Details | by Charles Fuller |
Categories: loss, lost love, nostalgia, sad, sorry, beautiful, rose, beautiful, love, rose, i love you,

A Rose In The Heather.

So still and beautiful lays the rose in the heather,
Lifeless and dying, given to bring you happiness,
So fragile is this rose laying in heather,
Slowly withering and drying, crumbling to a powder,
I look at you and see this rose ever fading,
Once growing, living, accenting its surroundings,
But now gone, plucked from the bush by one mans lust,
I could never compare you to this rose laying in the heather,
For your beauty surpasses its own,

So still and beautiful lays this rose in the heather,
Now dried cracking and dead, stored in a book to bring memories,
So weak and faded is this rose in yellowing heather,
Slowly falling apart as you touch the fragile petals,
I look at you and remember the flower when it faded,
That germinated and grew where I had sown its seed,
Now gone, plucked from the ground by one mans hope,
I would never compare you to this old heather and roses,
For its life was surpassed by yours,

Now I tell you I love you with cellophaned roses in heather,
Draining lifeless this dying confession of my dreaming,
This rose is more fragile then the first had I gave you,
But I could’t approach, my courage eroding at your sight,
I look at you now and see the love I sought inward,
Once alive and growing but only within lost confines of myself,
But never quite gone I hold this consuming fire close inside,
I could never combine your world with mine,
You always looked passed never noticing me,

Now I open my book that holds the first rose, wishing I gave it for the sake of 
chance,
Instead I hold a created memory that never came passing, 
That never could I fear,
I hold tight to the lie that through wonted silence I painted,     
But that chance for your love died with the first rose wrapped in heather.


Poem Details | by James Fraser |
Categories: daughter, death, depression, father, girlfriend-boyfriend, hope, husband, life, loss, lost love, mother, sad, wife

Suicide Mind

What makes the decision
To flick the switch
To end ones life
For the sake of it
 
Troubled, debts
Bullied at school
Fork in the road
To let death rule
 
Mums, dads
Daughters and sons
What ever affects them 
They just can't outrun
 
Sadness and tears
By all left behind
Will they ever understand
Suicide Mind


Poem Details | by Tom Clark |
Categories: loss, lost love, love, nature, passion, sad,

Why The Willow Weeps

The Willow did not always weep,
in summer sun and breeze.
But sorrow once did quickly creep,
amongst the bark and leaves.

For long ago a maiden fair,
would bask beneath the tree.
Each day as she had rested there,
the tree would always see.

The beauty of her freckled face,
the softness of her skin.
The sweetness of her simple grace,
her love it hoped to win.

Reaching out to take the chance,
in all its strength with care.
Dropping low the limb and branch,
to shade the maiden fair.

To hide her from all pain and strife,
to cradle her within.
To help her through her gentle life,
from now until the end.

But soon she cease to come and lay,
beneath the now bowed limb.
Her heart it seems had flown away,
as hope now starts to dim.

So lonely was the branching Willow,
that in sorrow it would stay.
Forever bent and bowed down low,
until this present day.


By Tom Clark, Copyright 2008
Email:   tclark97045@yahoo.com
Website:  www.tomclarkarts.com


Poem Details | by Poet Destroyer A |
Categories: loss, lost love, lost, time, lost, time,

Lost Love - Gary Fields

Loss Lost Love

by~ GARY FIELDS

Why my love left?
I soon forget the reason's why
All that I remember
Is that she left such
An empty space
An empty trace
So many memories
Which can not be erased
And I die just a little inside
And time mean's nothing to me'
Fore you mean so much to me
              - And -
Then ever so slightly
I wish for quiet subtle change
             --------
And I don't know since when
But time just set's end on end
And smoke appears below
Which can choke a friend
A friend in need
Certainly not you love
And once again, ever so slightly
I wish for quiet suttle change
              --------
It has been three weeks (03) now
And things' are all in a clammer'
Thing's just seem to set end on end
And nothing seem's to matter
An I make a vowel for thee
In a time that is lost for- ever
             -------
O'h, how I wish to belong
             -------

by~ Poet Destroyer

I can see the pain!
I came to you no longer.
Looking for answers, 
I cried till I could no more..

I shared'
I stared' 
At the empty space hiding in my heart,
I knew then that day was the end.
Thoughts ran like rivers,
flowing a stream down my face.
You picked the pieces up as I walked away.
With no more to open and say.
                       ~~~~~
When holding wasn't holding to me no more,
You opened up your heart, in hopes I could feel.

We cried into the night, 
until the early morn.
We scolded each other's pain,
searching and seeking each others heart.

As time drew, second begun to fade.
I saw our lovers nest fading, 
as the night grew thick.

The moment had arrived, 
why did we say goodbye?
                      ~~~~~
Now we sit alone,
reminiscing the past that vaporized into thin air
An empty trace'
An empty space'
                      ~~~~~
Oh! How I wish to belong!


A collaboration with * GARY FIELDS

My collaboration contest


Poem Details | by Rickie Elpusan |
Categories: loss, love, nostalgia, sad, time,

carved on a willow

carved on a willow
our love growing out of reach


Poem Details | by Jennifer Brooks |
Categories: angst, introspection, loss, lost love, love, nostalgia, passion, me,

These ribbons I tie as you leave

Blue – 
for your arm wrapped around
my clavicleI thought
I would loose my breath.

Red – 
for the cusp of our hip bones
struggling to pull the drunken color
from our orange cheeks.
and our sweat, our sweat, our sweat
evaporating 
in the drenched summer air.
Our pants futile afterthoughts
Left crumpled on the floor
It is here I asked for your respect
And you filled me with it.


Orange – 
for the musk smell of our blanket denI would watch the way dawn light
speckled your shoulders, pale, white-blue
Iridium
I would trace the ink
of your skin, fingertip hovering a half inch
from your bone

Green – 
for how my name would hesitate
on your breath in brief puffs 
like dandelion seeds blown from 
My wistful lips when I was 
eleven 
waiting for them to bring back my wish.

Black – 
for my sleeveless dress, as we strolled from 
your father’s funeral 

It was the only time I watched you cry.

There were little holes in the cement sidewalk.
They filled with rain, oil
And your tears.
I watched your face change through 
their watery colored reflections.


Pink – 
for the way your skin repels from my 
Touch, quivers as though my finger- 
print were a red hot poker.
You haven’t allowed me to touch you
In a year.

Purple – 
for the color of her font, as she responds to youIt is an eager
ColorShe responds with all the passion of an Eskimo kiss

You left her waitng..always.

I have been special to you,
she replies to your
overtures.

Her letters 
Who blush
like a maid
Who’s felt the hot moist
whisper of something naughty
tickle against her ear lobe.

White – 
for the way your eyes punch accusations
sharper then your razor tongue.

They spit 
blue crackled lightening,
like an angry alley cat.

My words cannot reach you here.
You will leave.

We will divide our booty

Words that once held my name like a piece
Of carefully folded origami
now hiss cold 
devoid like the plaster of our empty room.

Grey- 
for the morning 
now knocking on my window.

I am livid in my withdrawal, tossing and turning
I can find no comfort
in
the tangle of these vacant sheets




Poem Details | by Laura Breidenthal |
Categories: confusion, depression, family, fear, friendship, happiness, life, loss, time, world, love,

What We Had Was Only a Tale

Here’s to a love that never existed!
And to the departing you insisted,
Let me give in to all I’ve resisted
It is true through our frivolous trail
Our lives were but a tale;
Though if I hadn’t thought of it
Pure hearts indefinite,
Not mattering even then,
Would I ever believe again?
We never win, we never fail
For what we had was only a tale

I’m lost within a dream never dreamt
Inside a slumber never slept,
And I caress the intricate design
Of the world I can never find
How vast! Yet still it is dying
Fading into the nadirs’ binding
As I fill the world with crying—always crying! 
Oh world! Can I ever bring myself to hold 
The warm nothing growing cold? 
Oh world! Can I not take away
The love I gave with my will today?
We never win, we never fail
For what we had was only a tale 


Poem Details | by David Smalling |
Categories: faith, inspirational, loss, mothercry, love, me,

If I Cry

If I cry
It must be the memory
Of a skirt unlifted by a gust
To still a boy's misery 
And wipe my eyes dry
Of tears
For the way time sears
Us like flowers
And reaped my mother 
Before I was ready to let her go.

If I cry
I cry for days she sheltered me
From a child's web of fallacy
And put her spittle on my knee
Where bruised flesh 
Was a boy's view of tragedy.
I would press my face
Against her dress
And feared no goliath
Or loneliness.

If I cry
I cry for evenings on the porch
When she gathered us
Our feet white with blowing dust
And hunger like a miner
Drilling us
We had so little to eat some days
But she with prayers picked fruits
Of heaven's mercy
And we thankful ate together
And heard her ancient anecdotes
Of ancestors' exploits that floats
Still upon a manhood sky.

If I cry
I cry that mothers' days are meaningless
When the sight of flowers
Are frail veils upon a grave
And the customized Christmas cards
Will not sparkle her eyes
Just before the kiss upon my cheek
Honoring me for faithfulness
And knowing her love measures more
More than a day
More than the years that sums earth's decay.

If I cry
I cry for the love of my mother
For the woman and life giver
For God to bring
Order to this unruly thing
That spoons our purpose to a cup
Swallow us
Before the dusk with each sup
Of time, diminishing us
I cry for faith to hold my trust
Against the agony of loss
Death is a demonic disgust
That makes me long
To substitute all tears for angels song.

If I cry
Preserved my hope with brine of eye
To live again
Without death or pain
And run with my mother
Through the clapping ovation of summer rain.


Poem Details | by Silent One |
Categories: loss, love,

Last letter to my Beloved

Oh beloved of mine,

Soon time shall no longer be a companion of ours, as the journey ends, our destination remains unclear. You would always say my words are my gift, so I leave these for you; the love poem, I never quite expressed. I remember my first glance, as you sat all alone. Not a cloud in subtle sapphire horizons, yet your forlorn face, only saw overcast skies, as rain poured through your eyes, onto your somber smile. It was the first day I prayed to God, pleading for a rainbow to brighten your day. But then I wonder if you were the treasure, waiting for me at the end. We became passengers on the pilgrimage of love, composing symphonies our hearts had never felt. Pledges and promises set the foundations of our love story, with chapters of smiles, tears, fears, kisses and near misses. I had never noticed the stars, nor was I ever a poet, till the day my soul inhaled your passionate spirit. How blessed was I, to have shared devoted lyrics. Although the music has ended, our songs breathe for eternity. As I ponder, questioning why, about this and that, things I should have said - things I should have done, but It's too late, as darkness and silence will soon arrive, accompanying deep sighs, lost within empty air. These are my last words for you, my precious diamond, you will always sparkle for me, even after our last goodbye.
Silent One 9 December 2018 A fictional poem Example for the Last Letter to my Beloved contest.


Poem Details | by CayCay Jennings |
Categories: best friend, family, feelings, heartbroken, loss, love, strength,

Doors to Your Heart


I wish that I could bear all pains for you,

                           but then some doors in your heart

                                                         would never be opened.




..CayCay
March 22, 2019


Poem Details | by Robert Lindley |
Categories: bereavement, betrayal, dark, death, fate, loss, love hurts,

Dark And Tragic, When Fate Sets Its Black Hand To Decide

Dark And Tragic, When Fate Sets Its Black Hand To Decide


Icy cold had invaded, her heart became a hard frozen tomb
Never again would she allow love to penetrate its new armored shells
That night she had seen one of death's many tragic and ugly faces
Its ancient mask, the one that crushes love's fever and kindness in a mere blink
Now she flows through a vacated life, on wings of sorrow's eternal flight
Awaiting a doom that her crushed soul welcomes in its dark and sunken state.

His death had been tragic, yet made for some of the most interesting news
All the clever twists and turns of an old Hollywood mystery movie script
So ghastly, his head found in the graveyard, atop her lover's white tombstone
His bullet riddled body found miles away in a cheap and tawdry motel room
Perhaps now he knows, how it feels to find Fate's eternal and deadly hand
In his well deserved doom, devil that had sent her into her dark and sunken state.

Robert JLindley, 6-30-2018
Prose, ( Tragedy In One Of Life's Screams)
Not For SilentOne's contest

Note : I rarely ever do ProseStarted with the plan to write for SilentOne's new contest but my muse took me ever onward and this became too long to enter.Giving thanks for the inspiration but it does not meet the eight verse contest requirement.
So I post it now as it is and wonder why my muse so stubbornly refused to stop writing..She vexes me to no end sometimes.....


Poem Details | by Misty Hoot |
Categories: angst, confusion, death, imagination, loss, lost love, love, world, day, smile,

This Mountain Here

I remember the day I got the call.
My world fell apart.
I had lost it all.

I remember the day you were taken from me.
I knew your beautifull smile I would never again see.

They said it was a mugger and you put up a fight.
I should not have  let you go out that night.

It seems like just yesterday we fed eachother our wedding cake.
When I remember that memory my hands start to shake.

I sit in my cabin on this mountain with the sky so blue.
I won't leaveThis's where I spent my honeymoon with you.

My family wants me to go back into that world, so cold.
I'm not leaving this mountain.
It's where I'll grow old.

They say your gone and will never again be.
Well, I hear what your sayingYes, I know your talking to me.

You sit in the chair and drink my tea
My heart swells up when you smile at me.

They say I've gone insane and see things that aren't there.
If I'm on this mountain here why should they care?

I love you more then I did when we first found this place.
I remeber everything about you, your ellagince and grace.

Why am I not in that world full of anger and fear?
I want to be with you on this mountain here.


Poem Details | by Edward Ebbs |
Categories: i miss you, loss, love,

Lost My Song

When in this life I felt down
You were the one that was around

Maybe it was the way you held my hand
I knew in my heart you would understand

I miss the way we used to sit and talk
The times we didn't look at the clock

The way you walked in those tight jeans
Made me want to pull my skin and scream

I remember trembling at your touch
I love and loved you so very much

I am lost inside now you're gone
Baby you are still my life's song

When I look to the night sky I tear
I miss you and wish you were here

Edward J Ebbs - 05/18/14

Written for the contest, My Beloved Sweetheart
Sponsored by: Amy Green


Poem Details | by Sandip Goswami |
Categories: culture, deep, emotions, loss, love, passion, psychological, relationship,

A Love Story

The girl is an ultra-modern scholar, 
Belongs with an upper-middle class family
Looking very nice, smart, gets angry suddenly
She reads M.A in English at Presidency University
She is assimilating to the ideas of Shakespeare, 
Shelley, Keats, Neruda, Byron...
Fluently speaks English, loves cricket
Shoulders are shaken by expression.
She cries alone, laughs with everyone....

The girl is very good.

The boy is a post-modern educated son of a lower-middle class family.
He studies M.A in Bengali at Calcutta University.
He is assimilating to the routes of Vaishnab literature,
Ideas of Bharatchandra, Rabindranath Tagore, Nazrul, Jibanananda...
Writes poems, sings song, loves football.
He walks on the high-street and observes people.
He laughs alone, listens to everyone...

The boy is very good.


They are attracted by the opposite personality!
The  girl wants that her lover will be a modern man.
The boy thinks that his lover will become as the mind of his
 
They are changing silently
Losing individuality.

Time flows.
Love goes to another address... 

SANDIP GOSWAMI, INDIA


Poem Details | by Laura Breidenthal |
Categories: absence, allegory, beautiful, blue, creation, dark, inspirational, loneliness, lonely, longing, loss, lost, love, miss you, rose, sad love,

You Know I Love You

Winds may howl,
Wild animals growl,
The forest grows cold, 
For I am lonesome and old
As the sun peaks through the clouds, 
I hear your soft, young voice so loud!
And though you speak dead man's lines,
You speak them with majesty divine
As I am wrapped in  my woe,
I only want you to know...
...that roses die black and violets lose blue,
But I will never die
And you know I love you!