Memorial Poems
#memorial
Memorial poems, poetry in memory of someone who is no longer here. Memorial poems to celebrate the life, and preserve the memory, of a cherished person.
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Unreasonable
It’s tough to deal with people who are difficult
They try your patience, they try your nerves
And though you may try to put yourself in their shoes
Your intuition should let know they’re being absurd
Unreasonable people are just blind to plain logic
They fail to see the irony, let alone their hypocrisy
And if you try to use reason and rationality with them
They are sure to erupt and be enraged by the audacity
They will use sarcasm and wit to deflect or avert
Trying to belittle you with their superior knowledge
But you’ll feel there...
They try your patience, they try your nerves
And though you may try to put yourself in their shoes
Your intuition should let know they’re being absurd
Unreasonable people are just blind to plain logic
They fail to see the irony, let alone their hypocrisy
And if you try to use reason and rationality with them
They are sure to erupt and be enraged by the audacity
They will use sarcasm and wit to deflect or avert
Trying to belittle you with their superior knowledge
But you’ll feel there...
#LifeStruggles
#memorial
#patience
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Embracing The Aquatic - Heat 3
If we pay to use
the neighborhood pool,
you will join the swim team.”
A parental edict
we thought was real mean.
Getting up early
on Summer-break day's
Mounting old, purple
Schwinn bicycle,
slowly, reluctantly peddling…
sloth off to practice
for a Saturday meet
Beach towel, goggles
dangling ‘roun neck.
Wearing too brief,
light/darker blue-striped Speedo.
Splashers’ mandated
racing suit…
that if worn today,
would get me arrested.
Greeted each day
by smiley Coach Butch...
the neighborhood pool,
you will join the swim team.”
A parental edict
we thought was real mean.
Getting up early
on Summer-break day's
Mounting old, purple
Schwinn bicycle,
slowly, reluctantly peddling…
sloth off to practice
for a Saturday meet
Beach towel, goggles
dangling ‘roun neck.
Wearing too brief,
light/darker blue-striped Speedo.
Splashers’ mandated
racing suit…
that if worn today,
would get me arrested.
Greeted each day
by smiley Coach Butch...
#childhood
#water
#memorial #sports
#memorial #sports
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For the Golden Dusts in the Valley of Nysa
https://deepundergroundpoetry.com/poems/364589-joro/
Joro
I held roses
for the dying heart
a bruise emblem sleeve to footwear
O Wizened Entity, placed in greatness long may those eyes protect,
bless and save thee.
Gatekeepers watch, awaiting those that book passage
into hidden garden grove
thy wooden wise one we place our faith to Your protection
hearth of spirit, looking glass divine
we Your children,dress Your spritely visage
emblazoned emblem, totem to All Faith
She The Goddess praised within place ...
Joro
I held roses
for the dying heart
a bruise emblem sleeve to footwear
O Wizened Entity, placed in greatness long may those eyes protect,
bless and save thee.
Gatekeepers watch, awaiting those that book passage
into hidden garden grove
thy wooden wise one we place our faith to Your protection
hearth of spirit, looking glass divine
we Your children,dress Your spritely visage
emblazoned emblem, totem to All Faith
She The Goddess praised within place ...
#memorial
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Mourning Haiku from the Cafe
Mourning Haiku from the Cafe
mud on his grave
grows buttercups
for her spring blues
deep dirt
buries his casket
her heart wails
dust in her eyes
from his windblown grave
her tombstone blues
her tresses fly free
from the Mississippi delta blues
no more tears
she wipes dust
from his name etched in marble
tomb of no regrets
sentimental blues
sing in her mourning heart
her teary smile
mud on his grave
grows buttercups
for her spring blues
deep dirt
buries his casket
her heart wails
dust in her eyes
from his windblown grave
her tombstone blues
her tresses fly free
from the Mississippi delta blues
no more tears
she wipes dust
from his name etched in marble
tomb of no regrets
sentimental blues
sing in her mourning heart
her teary smile
#love
#grief
#haiku
#memorial
#graveyard
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His Mother
Carnation
Mist of Mothers Day
She is gold-spun love
with blue-eye smiles
wealth within home
an ethos for in awe
'O' Carnation
Pink, white and temperate red
sung from beach combs
ponds to woodland kisses
they belong to You
swung up in hearty chuckle
A day, such today
it is surely one I pray
settling astride to wrap
arms about neck, pecks
to loving forehead
and yet...
just too far away
yet here...
in the land of
weep and willow
another son
hugs
and we...
Mist of Mothers Day
She is gold-spun love
with blue-eye smiles
wealth within home
an ethos for in awe
'O' Carnation
Pink, white and temperate red
sung from beach combs
ponds to woodland kisses
they belong to You
swung up in hearty chuckle
A day, such today
it is surely one I pray
settling astride to wrap
arms about neck, pecks
to loving forehead
and yet...
just too far away
yet here...
in the land of
weep and willow
another son
hugs
and we...
#memorial
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A TRIBUTE TO MRS. ZINN (I Love You)
Sadness covered the earth, as.the
chariot came,
And silence fell, like gentle rain.
Friends and loved ones mourned the
day
The angels came to take her home to
stay.
But, lo, the Heavens burst forth with
delight,
As another Saint came into sight!
Prepare the choir, open the gates...
Sound the trumpet, the King
awaits!!
"Welcome, my child, we've been
waiting for you!
Your mansion's prepared and your
robe is too.
Enter your home, Here,sit on my
right...
You'll be dining at the Head Table ...
chariot came,
And silence fell, like gentle rain.
Friends and loved ones mourned the
day
The angels came to take her home to
stay.
But, lo, the Heavens burst forth with
delight,
As another Saint came into sight!
Prepare the choir, open the gates...
Sound the trumpet, the King
awaits!!
"Welcome, my child, we've been
waiting for you!
Your mansion's prepared and your
robe is too.
Enter your home, Here,sit on my
right...
You'll be dining at the Head Table ...
#love
#grief
#mother
#heaven
#memorial
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A Tribute To Mrs. ZINN
Sadness covered the earth, as.the
chariot came,
And silence fell, like gentle rain.
Friends and loved ones mourned the
day
The angels came to take her home to
stay.
But, lo, the Heavens burst forth with
delight,
As another Saint came into sight!
Prepare the choir, open the gates...
Sound the trumpet, the King
awaits!!
"Welcome, my child, we've been
waiting for you!
Your mansion's prepared and your
robe is too.
Enter your home, Here,sit on my
right...
You'll be dining at...
chariot came,
And silence fell, like gentle rain.
Friends and loved ones mourned the
day
The angels came to take her home to
stay.
But, lo, the Heavens burst forth with
delight,
As another Saint came into sight!
Prepare the choir, open the gates...
Sound the trumpet, the King
awaits!!
"Welcome, my child, we've been
waiting for you!
Your mansion's prepared and your
robe is too.
Enter your home, Here,sit on my
right...
You'll be dining at...
#love
#grief
#mother
#heaven
#memorial
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Reading Soul
https://deepundergroundpoetry.com/poems/384585-crossing-the-rubicon/
Crossing The Rubicon
Wards of stoic walls wrap around the perimeter
gryphon sentries set with eagle eyes sporting wings as
ash grey instances of rebellion pass historic memory
clubs and war-hammers hung, pike and sword
withering vines die outside beneath a window
...and this is where I find myself...
beholden by the many layers of family guilt
stuck as vagabond being lifeless to the tree
weary, my mind went off to twelve years ago ...
Crossing The Rubicon
Wards of stoic walls wrap around the perimeter
gryphon sentries set with eagle eyes sporting wings as
ash grey instances of rebellion pass historic memory
clubs and war-hammers hung, pike and sword
withering vines die outside beneath a window
...and this is where I find myself...
beholden by the many layers of family guilt
stuck as vagabond being lifeless to the tree
weary, my mind went off to twelve years ago ...
#memorial
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Straw Paper
Verse 1
Midnight, the city is cold and still
trying to sit here and get my fill
on the stale coffee and cigarettes
as the waitress places her bets
am I or am I not a big tipper?
I'm only here to remember you, little dipper
the burning star in my midnight sky
the one who said goodbye
Chorus
It was cold when we met, cold so cold
yet you were so warm, so warm to hold
I begged and begged for God to...
Midnight, the city is cold and still
trying to sit here and get my fill
on the stale coffee and cigarettes
as the waitress places her bets
am I or am I not a big tipper?
I'm only here to remember you, little dipper
the burning star in my midnight sky
the one who said goodbye
Chorus
It was cold when we met, cold so cold
yet you were so warm, so warm to hold
I begged and begged for God to...
#love
#breakup
#memorial
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Nostalgic Melodies
I remember I was a toddler.
The summers always lasted longer.
And I never minded the fact I'm getting older.
I blew my birthday candles.
i made my wish.
I didn't know,that my childhood will perish.
I wanted it to last forever.
I wanted to be together forever.
But alas,I had to accept it..
And move on from these times.
With memories causing happy smiles.
We used to play with dolls.
Now we work in a place with dark halls.
Sometimes,we think time lasts forever.
But it passes too fast whatsoever.
...
The summers always lasted longer.
And I never minded the fact I'm getting older.
I blew my birthday candles.
i made my wish.
I didn't know,that my childhood will perish.
I wanted it to last forever.
I wanted to be together forever.
But alas,I had to accept it..
And move on from these times.
With memories causing happy smiles.
We used to play with dolls.
Now we work in a place with dark halls.
Sometimes,we think time lasts forever.
But it passes too fast whatsoever.
...
#hope
#memorial
#nostalgia
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Remembering Souladaretease
Dear Soul
who left us too soon
to the end full of love
and a spirit so bright
in his poems he painted his worlds
with spirit sparkling like stars in the night
he speaks of the woods
where his soul found solace and peace
he listens to the whispers of trees
where melodies never cease
a poet of grace stanzas full felt
his verses hold power
as he dances with the muse
Beloved by all
his poems are read
Soul's words bring joy
depths of sorrow
reaches hearts
surreal balms
the deer...
who left us too soon
to the end full of love
and a spirit so bright
in his poems he painted his worlds
with spirit sparkling like stars in the night
he speaks of the woods
where his soul found solace and peace
he listens to the whispers of trees
where melodies never cease
a poet of grace stanzas full felt
his verses hold power
as he dances with the muse
Beloved by all
his poems are read
Soul's words bring joy
depths of sorrow
reaches hearts
surreal balms
the deer...
#memorial
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THE MOON AND HER STARS
Being outside in the dark seems to be therapy on it's own. Just looking at the beautiful moon and thinking of your face brings me warmth. The sky twinkling like that beautiful smile you wore until your last days. The moon looks as beautiful as you were, it makes me feel closer to you. Full moon days are my favourite, they get me looking forward to dawn all day, when you'll rise up with the sun going down. I feel whole when the moon is fully and gracefully sharing it's light with the rest of the world at night, and the star twinkling so brightly and beautifully filling my entire body with...
#narrative
#confessional
#memorial #tragedy
#memorial #tragedy
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