by Deb M |
Categories:
grief, loss, sad love,
Shes sits in her worn out familiar chair
As the sun wakes for the day
Her being weary before the day begins
From wishing her life away
Nothing matters anymore
Old now, completely bereft
He’s been gone a few months
Alone , nothing left
They lost their only child
As a beautiful young adult
A lifetime of grieving
Being the result
It should never be that way
Your child leaves earth before you
Their profound,pure love for each other
Is how they got through
She sits motionless ,eyes closed
Her mind consumed of days gone by
Her whole being aches , tears fall
She breathes one loud , last sigh
by Frederic Parker |
Categories:
love,
Beyond fair reason, I shall think of you.
In fallen grass or gently flowered field.
To see each fleeting moment fade to blue,
With my distant thoughts, I silently yield.
This memory to tremble ever soft,
A misty vision of a face once kissed.
I'm whisked to midnight skies and stars aloft,
A sheltered afterglow now reminisced.
The shadowed door with candlelight so still,
An empty chair with a fading silhouette.
Forgotten times in love's unyielding will,
As flames to ash can trace the two who met.
A hand that brushed a cheek to often soothe,
A kiss remembered, many years removed.
12/27/13/
by Tim Smith |
Categories:
love,
A drop of lonely floats
into a never ending kiss
lost folded notes play
out in a rewind of time
Shifting spells the chorus
foreign answers ring
-- an empty chair
rocking through my mind
Lay down your symphony
where harmony rests a head
pull back the covers slowly
let me listen to what is said
Colour wraps in soulful pace
mellow light dances free
belief waits for the butterfly
as with truth sunsets will be
by Tim Smith |
Categories:
love, nature,
Mist rises from the valley floor
Sunshine peeks over the mountain top
silhouetting the Coopers Hawk
soaring in the southern breeze
I sit in my old oak rocking chair
drinking my dark black coffee taking it all in.
Mornings don't get any finer
I am one
one with nature.
The smell of flapjacks fill the air
Then out walks you
my heart skips a beat
as you smile
brighter than the clear blue stream
blending in beautifully
with the azure sky
your caramelized eyes glisten
each time you glance my way
I can't help but smile
for this is the perfect day
by Nathan D. |
Categories:
depression, fear, feelings, longing, lost love, love, love hurts,
Closure eludes my clasp
Love wilts, somehow lasts
The destination beyond my grasp
The dream decays day by day
Your light, which never fades
Simply stopped shinning my way
Castrating chains of second chair
Faithfull, I wither for you there
Sucking stale stagnant air
Barely beating beneath my breast
My heart, now a hospice
Gently lays it all to rest
Lightly felt faintly heard
Pumping, pain-numbing words
Its over…its over… its over
by Tim Smith |
Categories:
love,
Sitting here in this big old lazy chair
a little smile starts to appear upon my face
Some Phil Collins music rings in the air
as the girls cuddle under warm blankets
watching the movie Tarzan.
I sit here and muse
how did I get so lucky?
why did God shine upon me?
I have such beautiful and healthy children
I have a place to lie my head
There is plenty of food to be put upon the table
There's no other place I'd rather be instead
My heart starts beating stronger
There is warmth and love in the air
I get up and sit between them
I am so blessed to be here
by Kenneth Fordham |
Categories:
angst, confusion, imagination, lost love, mystery, on writing and words, passion, sad
The Ink Bottle sits, alone,
It’s only Companions,
The Feathered Pen,
The Paper Pad.
The Desk, once alive,
The Words,
No longer,
Written.
Love, abandon,
But wanting not,
The Freedom,
It has.
A Wooden Chair, dusty,
Reclines not,
For the Comfort,
Once given.
Time, a mystery gone,
With passing,
Never to be recovered,
Longing.
Days of gloom, waiting,
Shine not, The Light,
The Heart,
Once brightened.
Come back, to Me,
My words, of Joy,
Of Laughter,
Wisdom, once known.
by Elaine George |
Categories:
lost love, summer, autumn, summer,
She sits in the old rocking chair
Threads of silver in her golden hair
Alone in the glow of candle light
She rocks so gently in the night
Outside the autumn leaves do fall
As shadows dance upon the wall
Crystal tears in eyes of china blue
Fall for the love she never knew
He came to shore that summer day
His schooner anchored in the bay
And with a glance her knees grew weak
She lost her voice and could not speak
For there he stood so tall and lean
The handsome man in all her dreams
And he broke her heart that summer day
When he said goodbye and sailed away
by Veronica Joseph |
Categories:
beautiful, beautiful, life,
a small old woman
94
sat in the field
in the most sturdy chair
face upturned
to fireworks
and she said over and over to her son's wife
"in all my life i never saw that before"
again and again
the colors exploded
into stars and galaxies of different sparks
and her tiny face turned up in wonder
"i've never seen anything so beautiful before"
and there you could see
her face as a girl
her life to come
her love ahead
and all the beautiful things she'd never seen before
and turning
I could see again
the same in her granddaughter's eyes.
by John Loving Iii |
Categories:
lost lovelove,
my angel got her wings
one day
and just like that
she flew away
way up in the sky
toward God
seeing the invisible
and praising the Lord
some may ask me
how i feel
because i lost something
really real
my mind will wonder where to go
without her it just doesn't know
my eye's will miss her
they already do
and my ears that listened
they miss her too
and the chair next to me
will be empty for a while
and my words"I Love You"
won't make a sound
pictures will remind me
of your smile
i did get to love you
for a little while
but deep in my heart
that's where you'll stay
forever you'll be
forever and a day
by Wayne Riley |
Categories:
bereavement, death, desire, faith, hope, journey,
What choice has bittersweet despair,
A dying rose,
An empty chair.
Shall I then grieve and weep for thee
And temper broken heart and soul
So I can cherish one more gaze
Of happiness, of summer days
And bristle with abiding love
Of life cast now in shade and brook,
This ebb which pains with force and fate
United soon through heavens gate.
by Xuefeng Pan |
Categories:
friend, heart, inspirational love, love, romantic,
I saw you were seating in the car park
In the wooden chair, no one I saw there
And you expected no one there by heart
But I crossed your path by a similar idea
We met unexpectedly in a place called "park"
Since all rooms were taken by busy hearts
And all the streets were filled with running cars
We are forced to park here, the place we share
Could this meeting up last for thousands of years?
by Jan Allison |
Categories:
confusion, humorous,
You LOVE my poem (or you say)
Your glowing comment really made my day
I simply smile and am floating on air
Sit down contentedly writing at my chair
Enter a contest and wait…
The contest is judged - I await my fate ….
Sweet N/A
10th January 2015
by Dexter Greener |
Categories:
best friend, blessing, emotions, fate, friendship love, perspective, true love,
Parable of the Butterfly
A beautiful butterfly of blue landed on my nose.
I was so delighted that I kept it in a cage.
Nurtured it and sang to it, I love it so.
But the Butterfly was sad, would not eat and the wings wilted.
It broke my heart to see this beautiful creature in this way.
I knew that if I let her go she would not return.
This sad day I let her go and I cried.
The next day while in my porch rocking chair in sadden mood,
the butterfly returned and Landed on my nose.
I let her be with me and not in a cage and we were happy.
by Vince Suzadail Jr. |
Categories:
familyme, me,
I remember long ago when I was just a child
Climbing into Grandma’s arms and the way she smiled
She’d hold me close and rock me, kiss me on my head
When I’d fall asleep she’d gently put me in my bed
There was a coal stove in the kitchen used for cooking and for heat
When Grandpa picked blueberries, she’d bake us a special treat
For the little things in life, we would thank the Lord above
We had more than what we needed, we were enriched by love
While Grandma was doing wash, I would be playing on the floor
Sometimes we’d take a walk down to the grocery store
After supper she’d be tired and sit down in the rocking chair
I’d climb into Grandma’s arms. I was always happy there.
by Tim Smith |
Categories:
love,
Rhythmic creaks and gentle squeaks
from the withered old wooden rocking chair
fill the sweltering late summer afternoon air
a peaceful breeze blows across his tepid brow
the old man begins to weep
as he thinks of his wife inside
Drips and drops and a little splash
fall down into the half-full sink
a lemon scent mixed with her lilac essence
warm the cozy spotless kitchen
The old woman plates coffee gateau
smiles and sits next to him
offering a taste of her treat
Rich creamy chocolate and a hint of hazelnut
he savors every bite of her love
He smiles and whispers
how lucky he is to have her
by David Drowley |
Categories:
loss, love, memory, mother, music, silence,
Our piano with silence speaks
The rickety rocking chair squeaks
Where Mama sits and stares each day
Music memories stored away
Our loved inheritance remains
Melodies cycling through our brains.
by Kacey Greenlee |
Categories:
son
I watch you breathe,Oh' heaven sent son.
As you lye in my bed our hearts beat as one.
I dread the day you are all grown up.Not
sitting in your high chair,sipping from your cup.
I wonder when I'll have to let you go?
My love for you son will forever grow.
For now I will hold you tight.
Cradle you in my arms,As I smile with delight.
by William Greco |
Categories:
lost love, memory, relationship,
One day we carved into some tree
the initials of our names
and let it bloom like our love
which gradually withered away.
And the tree with that carved letters
fell down for the needs of others
and it was cut to decks.
And they were made into a chest
or a chair
or a bed
or a shelf.
And even if it’s just a memory now
there’s still something inside us
that starts to flicker from time to time.
And we probably have the same chest
or a chair
or a bed
or a shelf
at our homes somewhere.
_____________________________________________
Inspired by wonderful writings of Richard Brautigan; may he rest in peace.
by Maggie Huscroft |
Categories:
faith, hope, introspection, life, loss, lost love, love, philosophy, summer, summer,
Not all is lost.
In rotting wood,
where salamanders
hibernate,
creatures plunder
fallen treasures.
Under the garden chair,
a pair
of summer shoes lie -
abandoned?
Not all roses die
when summer goes.
Somewhere a rose
is blooming still,
waiting to be found.
by Tim Smith |
Categories:
fear, friend,
Light dances with the idea of love
the sharks circle at mere plight
of weakness but you cant kick out
a ballerina tiptoeing across rivers
red flowing with contemplation
and the final twin feather bed calling
Tomorrow's successes seduce
the captain's chair empty
he's gone out for air
backed up pickup but the limbs won't move
just need another reason for loving you
The walls are built by more than just an emperor
The chains are laced in verse of discrimination
but I'm building a bridge to you
just don't jump and leave us to clean up behind
and as the **** crows it's going to be alright
by Kenneth Fordham |
Categories:
devotion, girlfriend-boyfriend, imagination, love, seasons
The wind blows it’s gentle breeze,
Rustling leaves here and there,
A horn beeps then another,
The city cries, why me, where.
Bring back the time,
Bring back the joy,
Know you are mine,
Children playing, catch my, toy.
Beauty all around,
Flowers still blooming,
Some so profound,
Winter is coming, she is, going.
In a split instant,
Love everywhere,
Get out your knickers,
So many do care, alone sitting, in his chair.
Get on a plane,
Come to me please,
It is starting to rain,
I am starting to sneeze, set your mind, at ease.
I am on the edge of no return,
Something must happen,
The wheels must churn,
In the misty moonlight, playing, everything, is alright.
by Illyanna De La Keur |
Categories:
friendship, love, sadme,
Trying to fill the void,
makeup all destroyed,
standing in your pretty dress,
hair all crazy and a mess.
Flowers are everywhere,
go over and take a chair,
watch the people walking by,
no one notices as you cry.
All here for the same reason,
it's like the changing of the seasons,
don't worry about me I am fine,
maybe you need a glass of wine.
All the decorations oh so fancy,
being here was never chancy,
flowers, music, and the candles,
hope it wasn't too hard to handle.
I loved you til the end,
I held you close my dearest friend,
now it's time to put me in the ground,
you were my best treasure ever found.
by Victor Buhagiar |
Categories:
abuse, forgiveness,
Sitting on a chair facing a barred door,
Awaiting trial, although a minor charge.
His life was ruined, what had he in store?
Was sure the judge would his sentence enlarge.
Pleaded guilty but not for the car theft.
He fancied a joy ride on the highways
Allowed his common sense just go bereft.
Cold judge decreed a fine or thirty days.
An angelic lass was in love with him.
She gladly paid the fine to escape jail.
The judge agreed knowing 'twas but a whim
Found a job and see that he do not fail.
He succeeded and soon his lesson learned
And in quick time her heart he quickly earned.
by CayCay Jennings |
Categories:
appreciation, blessing, character, child, childhood, grandmother, love,
When a child with mood tuned to channel pout,
I cherished how you chose to repose me.
You chair-rocked soothing beats with arms about
me, your small lap-wrap, and lulled me gloom free.
Your gentle love nurtured my self-image.
Grown, I still feel Grannie-pats on my back
that once love filled me in your rocking chair.
Time’s chase cannot displace our love with lack
for still I rock in your love’s sure graced flair.
Decades death laid swayed not your dear visage.
... CayCay
May 2, 2019