cabcool
Poem Published
19th Nov 2024 3:31pm
19th Nov 2024 3:31pm
2024 November Poems >> i fathom not why He should choose the least
No. 08
i fathom not why He should choose the least
an awe-inspired confessional
Remembering Eerie
“It is not death that a man should fear,
but he should fear never beginning to live.”―Marcus Aurelius
i wonder if it's almost time to die,
because my bloom is as the century palm
whose shoot with fragrance paints the evening sky
of spikenard, for its withering of calm.
am i the thornbird with his sweetest song, ...
i fathom not why He should choose the least
an awe-inspired confessional
Remembering Eerie
“It is not death that a man should fear,
but he should fear never beginning to live.”―Marcus Aurelius
i wonder if it's almost time to die,
because my bloom is as the century palm
whose shoot with fragrance paints the evening sky
of spikenard, for its withering of calm.
am i the thornbird with his sweetest song, ...
#death
#grief
#memorial #respect
#memorial #respect
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MalcolmG
Poem Published
3rd Nov 2024 00:14am
3rd Nov 2024 00:14am
Reflections on Parting
Death is not the opposite of life, but part of it, like rain drops run to a stream, an flowers wilt,
It's releasing us from suffering, everything new grows old and bodies fade away.
Do not fear death my friend, it's comes for you and me, It is as much a part of life as living,
The destination we will see.
Those who have truly lived deeply, bare no fear of the end, for this might be the beginning where spirits now transcend.
We live on until the ripples of our existence fades and our cause in the world dies...
It's releasing us from suffering, everything new grows old and bodies fade away.
Do not fear death my friend, it's comes for you and me, It is as much a part of life as living,
The destination we will see.
Those who have truly lived deeply, bare no fear of the end, for this might be the beginning where spirits now transcend.
We live on until the ripples of our existence fades and our cause in the world dies...
#death
#grief
#sadness
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Lozzamus
Poem Published
25th Oct 2024 11:09pm
25th Oct 2024 11:09pm
Secrets - The Conversation
I wonder whether coming here was such a good idea after all. Maybe I should have written a letter instead. I ring the bell and wait. Movement inside, footsteps. An elderly woman answers the door and stares flatly at me.
'Mrs Winters?' I whisper.
No way. I'm so sorry, Craig. What have I done? Why did I make this visit today? And should I even be telling you this? Your mum's long ash blonde hair has gone, along with the perpetual smile that you and your brother inherited. She used to blow kisses at us when we were children and buy us fruit from...
'Mrs Winters?' I whisper.
No way. I'm so sorry, Craig. What have I done? Why did I make this visit today? And should I even be telling you this? Your mum's long ash blonde hair has gone, along with the perpetual smile that you and your brother inherited. She used to blow kisses at us when we were children and buy us fruit from...
#anger
#grief
#mystery #risk
#mystery #risk
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Lozzamus
Poem Published
21st Oct 2024 7:15pm
21st Oct 2024 7:15pm
Secrets - The Visit To Craig's Family
First weekend.
Sunday. Pack sandwiches and a flask of coffee. Walk along an old railway trail with overgrown vegetation both sides. Cross a suspension bridge. Take photographs. Have lunch in a family friendly country pub. Stop off for refreshments before setting off for home.
Robert isn't used to the north; he's an Islington boy with an American mother and a mixture of accents, but I want him to get a taste of his roots.
Tonight, after supper, we'll create photo collages and upload them to the server, and we'll choose a special name for the...
Sunday. Pack sandwiches and a flask of coffee. Walk along an old railway trail with overgrown vegetation both sides. Cross a suspension bridge. Take photographs. Have lunch in a family friendly country pub. Stop off for refreshments before setting off for home.
Robert isn't used to the north; he's an Islington boy with an American mother and a mixture of accents, but I want him to get a taste of his roots.
Tonight, after supper, we'll create photo collages and upload them to the server, and we'll choose a special name for the...
#family
#grief
#memories
#mystery
#risk
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wallyroo92
Poem Published
15th Oct 2024 6:44am
15th Oct 2024 6:44am
Retrogenesis
She taught me not to fear death
It’s just part of living
Now every time that I go and visit her
My soul hurts and heart sinks
She’s waiting to cross that bridge
Gone are the stories she used to tell
As far back as 1936
All the great details she could recall
Are now but soft flashbacks of mystery
I kiss her cheeks and forehead
Her smile and childlike eyes know who I am
The skin on her hands is paper thin
Soft and warm under blankets
Fighting the impending cold and darkness
An internal silent battle is raging ...
It’s just part of living
Now every time that I go and visit her
My soul hurts and heart sinks
She’s waiting to cross that bridge
Gone are the stories she used to tell
As far back as 1936
All the great details she could recall
Are now but soft flashbacks of mystery
I kiss her cheeks and forehead
Her smile and childlike eyes know who I am
The skin on her hands is paper thin
Soft and warm under blankets
Fighting the impending cold and darkness
An internal silent battle is raging ...
#aging
#family
#grief #parent
#grief #parent
279 reads
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ChloesPoeticInk
Poem Published
14th Oct 2024 6:30pm
14th Oct 2024 6:30pm
Lost in the Dark
Why does no one talk about how hard it is to heal,
When your comfort is in the pain, where nothing else feels real?
I’ve been drowning in this darkness since I was just a kid,
I don’t know who I am without it—don’t know if I ever did.
Who am I without the weight, without the scars,
Without the demons that held me in their arms?
I don’t know how to be happy, don’t know how to breathe,
When the only air I’ve ever known has been suffocating me.
I’ve lived in hell so long, it feels like home,
And the idea of healing makes me...
When your comfort is in the pain, where nothing else feels real?
I’ve been drowning in this darkness since I was just a kid,
I don’t know who I am without it—don’t know if I ever did.
Who am I without the weight, without the scars,
Without the demons that held me in their arms?
I don’t know how to be happy, don’t know how to breathe,
When the only air I’ve ever known has been suffocating me.
I’ve lived in hell so long, it feels like home,
And the idea of healing makes me...
#dark
#disappointment
#emptiness
#grief
#rejection
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poet5678
CHUCKLES 123
CHUCKLES 123
Poem Published
10th Oct 2024 8:59pm
10th Oct 2024 8:59pm
42 years of life you have given me Lord
42 years of life you have given me Lord
And
I am grateful for
The gift of life
That is so precious to me
My tolerance and respect is built around people
On understanding and empathy
There is another world for me to embrace
I always question what are they saying
I can do so many things
I need to have a desire to do it Lord
It doesn’t matter where I came from
The ability to triumph begins with me always
I like to say that risks always pays of
I learn what to do or not to do
I see your face in me
I talk to children...
And
I am grateful for
The gift of life
That is so precious to me
My tolerance and respect is built around people
On understanding and empathy
There is another world for me to embrace
I always question what are they saying
I can do so many things
I need to have a desire to do it Lord
It doesn’t matter where I came from
The ability to triumph begins with me always
I like to say that risks always pays of
I learn what to do or not to do
I see your face in me
I talk to children...
#greed
#grief
#hate
#heartbroken
#sadness
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ChloesPoeticInk
Poem Published
28th Sep 2024 10:20pm
28th Sep 2024 10:20pm
My Funeral, My Last Breath
I planned my funeral, down to the bone.
Wrote the welcome for a crowd I’ve never known.
Prayers for a soul that’s been dead for years,
but no one noticed, no one shed tears.
I picked the playlist, my final say—
AI Gonplei Ste Odon, where I’ll decay.
Because even in death, I need a hand
in controlling the chaos I could never withstand.
I wrote my obituary in a single line—
“She lived, she hurt, she fell out of time.”
Nothing more, because what’s there to tell
of a life lived quietly in its own hell?...
Wrote the welcome for a crowd I’ve never known.
Prayers for a soul that’s been dead for years,
but no one noticed, no one shed tears.
I picked the playlist, my final say—
AI Gonplei Ste Odon, where I’ll decay.
Because even in death, I need a hand
in controlling the chaos I could never withstand.
I wrote my obituary in a single line—
“She lived, she hurt, she fell out of time.”
Nothing more, because what’s there to tell
of a life lived quietly in its own hell?...
#despair
#emptiness
#grief
#loneliness
#sadness
229 reads
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ChloesPoeticInk
Poem Published
14th Sep 2024 7:38pm
14th Sep 2024 7:38pm
They don't know
They don’t know I’m packing pieces of my soul away,
Carefully folding each fragment of my heart.
They don’t see me creating distance,
So my absence will be less of a jagged start.
They don’t know how soon the end will come,
When I offer a final farewell masked in light.
They don’t understand that each goodbye
Is a silent prayer for a less painful night.
They don’t know I hide beneath a veil,
A facade of warmth that’s not truly mine.
They don’t know I’m kind because I crave
A touch of compassion, so...
Carefully folding each fragment of my heart.
They don’t see me creating distance,
So my absence will be less of a jagged start.
They don’t know how soon the end will come,
When I offer a final farewell masked in light.
They don’t understand that each goodbye
Is a silent prayer for a less painful night.
They don’t know I hide beneath a veil,
A facade of warmth that’s not truly mine.
They don’t know I’m kind because I crave
A touch of compassion, so...
#despair
#emptiness
#grief
#sadness
#shame
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Indie
Miss Indie
Miss Indie
Poem Published
30th Aug 2024 5:47am
30th Aug 2024 5:47am
an anti-vigil for you
I thought your death
would feel like freedom
but it doesn't
I still hold your secrets
things I shouldn't know
things I shouldn't have seen
but found anyway
the actions and words
between the lines
Nothing ever said outright
I can't remedy the love and hate
that swing like a pendulum
for your in my heart
I know what it means
to love a monster
but I don't know how
to explain it
There's so little good
to hold on to
but we find it anyway
because memory is funny...
would feel like freedom
but it doesn't
I still hold your secrets
things I shouldn't know
things I shouldn't have seen
but found anyway
the actions and words
between the lines
Nothing ever said outright
I can't remedy the love and hate
that swing like a pendulum
for your in my heart
I know what it means
to love a monster
but I don't know how
to explain it
There's so little good
to hold on to
but we find it anyway
because memory is funny...
#anger
#father
#grief
193 reads
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OyateInyanNajin
Poem Published
29th Jul 2024 3:54am
29th Jul 2024 3:54am
BEACHED GRAY WHALE AT DUSK (sometime around 1984-1985; while walking along the beach in Cardiff By the Sea, California)
a great spirit s vessel
lies broken before me here
breached breathless
beached lifeless
still present in form
but whose presence
of spirit and being s life essence
in abscence here now
is completely gone
i can only find and take
some relative comfort and solace
to help alleviate
to help lighten
my heavy grief
by my simultaneously imagining
in this dark weighty moment
it s sweet gentle beautiful soul
perhaps breaching anew
even here now
free...
lies broken before me here
breached breathless
beached lifeless
still present in form
but whose presence
of spirit and being s life essence
in abscence here now
is completely gone
i can only find and take
some relative comfort and solace
to help alleviate
to help lighten
my heavy grief
by my simultaneously imagining
in this dark weighty moment
it s sweet gentle beautiful soul
perhaps breaching anew
even here now
free...
#emotional
#grief
#LifeChangingMoment
#memories
#nature
128 reads
2 Comments
Just-Rob
Poem Published
20th Jul 2024 7:50pm
20th Jul 2024 7:50pm
The Realist Idealist
Keeping people at a distance is just what I do
I've been pushing people away cuz they're just not you
Telling everyone I'm ok but its just not true
Can't change my outlook when I got just one view
The constant ache inside of me has broken my will
No matter how much I try to come to terms it hurts me still
Like cutting my heart open and watching all of the blood spill
Sick of people telling me that I just need to chill
I had everything I ever wanted and I tossed it away
Acting like they meant nothing made...
I've been pushing people away cuz they're just not you
Telling everyone I'm ok but its just not true
Can't change my outlook when I got just one view
The constant ache inside of me has broken my will
No matter how much I try to come to terms it hurts me still
Like cutting my heart open and watching all of the blood spill
Sick of people telling me that I just need to chill
I had everything I ever wanted and I tossed it away
Acting like they meant nothing made...
#family
#fear
#grief
#heartbroken
#regret
254 reads
3 Comments
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