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Grace
Idryad
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Poetry Contest

A person you loved so much leaves you
A person you loved very much left you in death or just outgrew you and left.  How do you feel about it?  
Any length, title your poem and no collaborations.
Two poems max per poet.
Poem must centre on love, disappointment and gradual acceptance.



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snugglebuck
Dangerous Mind
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Are old writes welcome?

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AEMelia564
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Tyrant of Words
Norway
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Death

Perhaps you have become a friend of mine.
Remembering stories where  night`s  quill
Stoked in feathers of truth

Father, my brother found you
with your favorite towel draped
Like a robe around your hand

Washing your dishes whilst bread crumbs waited
For your favoured birds as they sang for you
each morning, hoping you would come

That night I had dreamed of snow
Which had come as I was in my garden
Thinking of you when my brother rang

All weekend you had been giving signals
winds shook the arms of the hedges
You had send a card without words
Only signed with your name

Mother, your eyes looked like violet clouds
Floating in a pool without edges
I was there to hold your hands

To listen to seaweeds you poked
From your mouth as your words
Were like water running through

An alchemy arching river
Fountained within my spirit
When I put the soft orange blanket
Over you and say "now go to sleep"

I am reminded of the birds of Rhiannon
My love for this story and the quoting
Of darkest poetry in the classroom

In my gothic dress with layers and layers
The one you made for me, mother


The same dress I wore for "him" sometimes
He who I call my dearly knight, when
Neighing nebula smittens me
with deep undying love

Oh never, no never have I loved
So pure, so much, so well, so well
When he is with me I feel the frequency
of fire in my veins

He Loves me like I learn
To Love myself, though I am blinded
By a music I know not

And death stood beside him
When he took his life

It is not until after, I realise
How much I bemoan his absence
When he is taken from me

My best friend says there are no roses
For graves, there are no graves
which close in time

His mother tells me about her grief
Timeless she plays melodies
of memories

I cannot help her as I dive
Into the silence from the receiver
When she calls me

I hear you and at night sometimes
I sense you there, you stroke my hair
So lovelingly and we sleep

I want to awake with the sand between my toes
Balmed with your being, prevail parchment
from your skin

I am born
again

You loved me
like I am learning
to love myself

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MonicaT
Twisted Dreamer
Canada
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Soul friend

Good bye, soul friend!
My heart empty with your absence,
My soul full with your fragrance.
My life richer with meeting you.
Written by MonicaT
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MonicaT
Twisted Dreamer
Canada
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Flowers

You walked across my naked soul
Leaving footprints
Where flowers now grow.
Written by MonicaT
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AEMelia564
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Norway
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Love song

From Aphrodites caves
Neirides numb the waves
To mirror your face

In the palm of my hand
Your initials are carved
From my soul

Your tune starts to play
Perhaps we can return
To yesterday

Perhaps there are lillies
on the moon
Return

Love
Return
Soon



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Miss_Sub
- Missy -
Tyrant of Words
United Kingdom
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In the end, it's all about the destination

7.30 train North to South,
carriages full of bankers heading to the smoke

a woman adjusts her make-up in a compact
draws a neat little cats-eye line on her lid,
the juddering of the rail makes it an art form.

I am already on my fifth brew of the day
came prepared with a silver flask
holding hot water and steaming tea,
my peppermint permeates the air
overrides the cheap coffee aroma
drifting from a graveyard of paper cups
strewn down the aisle.

It's where I'm headed-
to bury her

to bury a woman who's veins gave out
to bury a woman who's insanity ate her
from the inside...

the ellipsis would have killed me too
if I let it.

Trees feel like they are burning,
autumn flames beyond the window
my forehead pressed against glass,
I close my eyes counting heartbeats
of wheel against the iron track

one-two
  † † † † † † one-two
 † † † † † † † † † † † † † † one-two


it pulses in my skull, migraines of change
and by the time we grind to a halt
the woman's face paint is perfect,
the bankers click their leather brogues
down the grime-trodden platform

I light a cigarette to welcome me home.


~


3.30 train South to North,
carriages full of tired men anchored to screens

I forgot to wear tear-proof mascara this morning,
I dab at my face eradicating black from my cheeks
and unlike my love of watercolour, it doesn't wash.

English rain arrived like I knew it would
I wear patent heels to the churchyard;
I should be studying her
I should be watching her final fall
deep into the floor, but I do not

I watch water slip over my shining shoes
and think about the metaphor.

I wonder what it would be like to sink,
to be lowered by clouds that brought me here
wonder if the rope bearers count
"one-two, one-two" earthing themselves
in meaning and preposition

I remember my Mother, her little finger
curling against my Father's [I think about you]
and how we're all dependent on something
all of us just waiting for a rhythm,
bones perhaps, a drop of blood
to build a wall around our memories

in solitude, our coffins are perfectly matched
right-angled in failure and descent,
madness gleaming with pearlescent silks
I paid for with bereavement
a few lost dreams perhaps

I light a cigarette to welcome me home.
Written by Miss_Sub (- Missy -)
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Grace
Idryad
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snugglebuck said:Are old writes welcome?

Yes...as long as they were not winners in past comp.

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Grace
Idryad
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AEMelia564, MonicaT and Miss_Sub ....thank you for your participation.:)

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Bonzi
Fire of Insight
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Rage

Burning tears fall
scorching my cheeks
thoughts of you suffocate
the heart, withering the lungs

but I still love you
with all my rage
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Bonzi
Fire of Insight
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Socks

Touching the gift of long ago
glacial tears escape my hold
memories of you threaten
pulling me under with each breath
 
The winter chill touches deep
wrapping ribbons around bone
touching muscle and sinew
with the intimacy of a lover
 
Slipping on soft and succulent delights
slowly melting the rawness
of your loss
purple stripped socks anchor
warming my heart
when lifeís icy hand embraces
Written by Bonzi
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David_Macleod
David Macleod
Guardian of Shadows
United Kingdom
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Incurable

 
Sometimes I just know things
There is no real system to it
No spooky psychic connection
I can't bottle it and market it
I can't make a medication out of it
I would be a millionaire if I could

It's really hard to explain
I could say it's a feeling
In my water or my guts
But it is so much more
It's even more than a feeling
It's a surge of personal certainty
It gives you confidence enough
To turn beliefs into known facts
Usually only known by me alone
But as someone once said I am
A great man and I know things
So certain things I now know

My heart was broken for the last time
I refuse to invest that much love again
I will go to my grave never having known
What it's really like to be loved I had a glimpse
But that glimpse was a mirage that evaporated
I know I can't live like this
I know I don't want to live like this
I know that the game is up
I know that the dance is over
I know the damage to my heart is severe

The breakage is fatal, or certainly terminal
There is no way back from this, I know that
I know my feelings inside are destroying me
Day by day, but I can't or won't let it stop
Sometimes the damage that is done is irreparable


So what do I do with this knowledge I know
I have had lots of advice some good, some not so
Be positive better things are heading your way
I don't want better things they're still second best
So advice is not going to change my path
Hoping to live in hope is hopeless
Living a life that has become meaningless
Is a pointless waste of oxygen and skin
The die is cast the time scale set and running

Something else I know and I leave you with this
Be careful who you love and how you love them
Learn to take real care of each other's hearts
We have the power to love passionately
We also have the power to destroy and kill
The jilted lover who never recovers
So I am still the incurable romantic
Written by David_Macleod (David Macleod)
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David Macleod
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ANGEL

He had the face of an angel
he smiled and winked his eyes
raised his eyebrows, gave a sigh
He had the face of an angel

A glowing light shone round his face
no darkness near him, not a trace
He had the face of an angel

He had a look of wisdom behind his eyes
no need for singing lullabyes
He had the face of an angel

I felt his heartbeat next to mine
I felt his breath, I saw him shine
He had the face of an angel

I held him tight, he didn't cry
Despite I knew this was goodbye
He had the face of an angel

I held his head, he breathed his last
one hour of life, his life now past
He had the face of an angel

Lifeless he slept, as I cuddled and cried
though life had gone and breath expired
He still had the face of an angel

Still, he wouldn't know hate or fear or rejection
His final reincarnation on his way to perfection
He had the face of an angel

His eyes, his smile I'll never forget
My tears on his cheek were not ones of regret
He had the face of an angel


I'll never forget him, I never can
my son who would never have to be a man
But he had the face of an angel

I then looked up and saw her pain
her face all wet from the eyes that rain
She had the face of an angel

She smiled, winked her eyes
she raised her eyebrows, gave a sigh
She had the face of an angel

I knew her loss, I knew her pain
I knew I loved her just the same
She had the face of an angel

We sit in peaceful quite at night
and remember his face in that glowing light
Our Son, with the face of an angel
Written by David_Macleod (David Macleod)
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RSMorris
Strange Creature
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A Conversation With Dad

Itís been a while I know,
I said as I went into the cold.
Itís been about 20 years I think.
Iím putting on years and getting old.

Been a while since we had a talk.
That is my fault and I'm sorry.
Found an album of racing pictures.
Of your time while in the Army.

You have two awesome grandkids.
My two kids are grown and gone.
Married again, this one will last.
Finally happy now, no longer alone.

Glenn is racing better than ever.
Won two championships in a row.
He had a bit of a health scare.
Two stints now let the blood flow.

Our mom is doing great.
She takes care of the land and home.
We all live in the same area now.
The deer in the backyard still roam.

I finally have a garage like we had.
You know what that time meant to me.
I can now build like we used to do.
I wish you could come over and see.

Don't know why you were taken from us.
But we don't forget your love.
We all feel safe, sound and warm.
Knowing you watch us from above.


R. S. Morris
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wallyroo92
Fire of Insight
United States
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An Open Letter to My Father

12/20/2018

Dear Frank, I want to be frank with you,
I want to be open and honest with what Iím about to say,
Because even though I said goodbye some time ago,
Iím blue because today it ended this way.

I know you had your demons, theyíre hard to let go,
But you fought hard and fell and got up and fell again,
And though you didnít always make the best choices,
After so many long talks, I know there was good in you. †

I know we laughed, we cried and you tried,
But I always loved hearing you talk to your grandchildren,
You were such a loving man when you were there,
Just like I remember when I was ten. †

Dad, Iím sorry Iím mad, I feel sad but mostly bad,
I shouldíve called, I shouldíve picked up the phone,
Because every time we hung up you said ďI love you son, love you sonĒ,
Knowing how you were so alone. †

But Iíd like to think of you in better times, †
All the shenanigans and pranks you used to play,
All the stories uncles and aunts told me about you,
Thatís the Frank Iíll remember till my dying day.

I like imagine that somewhere up there the futbol gods,
Are giving semi old pros like you a chance to realize their dream,
That youíve put on those cleats for old time sake and when you play,
The cheers of a hundred sound like forty thousand scream. †

Iíd like to picture weíre back on the black sand in Ď74,
Hearing the words you said in the photo I wished youíd repeat,
Because somewhere in the memories of me and you,
We are young again with the crashing waves at our feet.
Rest in Peace.
Written by wallyroo92
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