Grace
IDryad
IDryad
Poem Published
12th Feb 2025 4:29pm
12th Feb 2025 4:29pm
Over in a Distant Shore
Dreamers we were sighing as whispered winds
travelling with hands reaching playful drifts
our hopes whimsical unreachable as shadow dancers
mere whispers in air kisses like spectral gifts
before you left in twilight's hush sleepy eyes
looking towards the setting sun, sea kissed sky
bittersweet in life's lessons Soul learnt to fly
bathed in moonlight's shiny magic dusts
to have been cradled in that moonlight
to have rode on that foamy sea crests
laughter could have been our delight
our hearts together in shimmering...
travelling with hands reaching playful drifts
our hopes whimsical unreachable as shadow dancers
mere whispers in air kisses like spectral gifts
before you left in twilight's hush sleepy eyes
looking towards the setting sun, sea kissed sky
bittersweet in life's lessons Soul learnt to fly
bathed in moonlight's shiny magic dusts
to have been cradled in that moonlight
to have rode on that foamy sea crests
laughter could have been our delight
our hearts together in shimmering...
#death
#memorial
62 reads
2 Comments
Pinkdreams
Poem Published
31st Jan 2025 10:08pm
31st Jan 2025 10:08pm
Conjugating
Just past the Bank of America
and the ski shop (odd in Phoenix)
there's a place that kills pets
and charges you thousands of dollars to do it.
They won't kill your pet right away.
First they'll do what they can
Exams
X-rays
Even clipping your cat's nails
because she hates having that done
but now that's she's half dead
she can tolerate it.
You drove her there
in rush hour traffic
crying the whole way
Why did you stay after school to grade papers?
Why did you stop at Safeway after that? ...
and the ski shop (odd in Phoenix)
there's a place that kills pets
and charges you thousands of dollars to do it.
They won't kill your pet right away.
First they'll do what they can
Exams
X-rays
Even clipping your cat's nails
because she hates having that done
but now that's she's half dead
she can tolerate it.
You drove her there
in rush hour traffic
crying the whole way
Why did you stay after school to grade papers?
Why did you stop at Safeway after that? ...
#animals
#death
#memorial
209 reads
11 Comments
bbch0n
Poem Published
28th Jan 2025 12:29pm
28th Jan 2025 12:29pm
Pair of socks
As I sit here in front of you tonight
I wonder why you left without saying goodbye
Wondering how fast
In a blink of an eye, you’re gone.
There are so many things
I want to share with you
So many words
Left unsaid.
Rest now my lovely sister
I wish in heaven
There’s plenty of chocolates,
And unlimited cakes.
Coz I know
How much
You are
Addicted to sweets.
Don’t worry about us
Don’t worry about Mama and Paps
Don’t worry…
We are very much ok.
You’ll always be ...
I wonder why you left without saying goodbye
Wondering how fast
In a blink of an eye, you’re gone.
There are so many things
I want to share with you
So many words
Left unsaid.
Rest now my lovely sister
I wish in heaven
There’s plenty of chocolates,
And unlimited cakes.
Coz I know
How much
You are
Addicted to sweets.
Don’t worry about us
Don’t worry about Mama and Paps
Don’t worry…
We are very much ok.
You’ll always be ...
#death
#grief
#memorial
#memories
#sister
66 reads
2 Comments
wallyroo92
Bumped 21st Jan 2025 3:46am
8th Sep 2019 1:10am
8th Sep 2019 1:10am
Through the Eyes of a Friend
Look at me through the eyes of a friend, she said,
A stream of thoughts embraced me in a sad rhapsody,
But I, drunk on whiskey and rye cried a rivulet instead,
Running through my mind like an unforgettable melody.
I took her old rosary, the one she kept in an old box,
Before anyone else would ransack her possessions,
I prayed a prayer of redemption but before I could talk,
She said, never look back or hold on to obsessions.
But I placed the beads and hymn book in my rucksack,
My young rebel soul would never see her eyes again,
And as the years...
A stream of thoughts embraced me in a sad rhapsody,
But I, drunk on whiskey and rye cried a rivulet instead,
Running through my mind like an unforgettable melody.
I took her old rosary, the one she kept in an old box,
Before anyone else would ransack her possessions,
I prayed a prayer of redemption but before I could talk,
She said, never look back or hold on to obsessions.
But I placed the beads and hymn book in my rucksack,
My young rebel soul would never see her eyes again,
And as the years...
#sadness
#death
#memories
#cancer
#memorial
641 reads
4 Comments
DetectiveOGasm
Poem Published
20th Jan 2025 11:57am
20th Jan 2025 11:57am
In Every Frame
1990
ABC Television
Laura Palmer
Waiting one week
for another trip
into that fascinating
and terrifying landscape
A master at the helm,
the truest champion
of the creative process
If you know,
you really know
No wonder I like Blue Velvet
and Lost Highways.
Eternally grateful!
ABC Television
Laura Palmer
Waiting one week
for another trip
into that fascinating
and terrifying landscape
A master at the helm,
the truest champion
of the creative process
If you know,
you really know
No wonder I like Blue Velvet
and Lost Highways.
Eternally grateful!
#death
#gratitude
#memorial #respect
#memorial #respect
88 reads
2 Comments
Liziantus-Marantus
Poem Published
5th Jan 2025 10:46am
5th Jan 2025 10:46am
Letter To You
I am writing a letter today.
For a person I used to know by name.
I am writing to see if you are well.
I hope I find you happy,swell.
Let me write this letter in ink.
I'll stamp it and begin to think.
Maybe this letter will find you one day.
Years later,on a sunny day.
Maybe you will read my cursive and smile.
And remember our memories,that lasted a while.
I'm gonna add in cursive ink.
I'll stamp it in a blink.
I'll add in all my love and appreciation.
For our friendship,a whole another nation.
For...
For a person I used to know by name.
I am writing to see if you are well.
I hope I find you happy,swell.
Let me write this letter in ink.
I'll stamp it and begin to think.
Maybe this letter will find you one day.
Years later,on a sunny day.
Maybe you will read my cursive and smile.
And remember our memories,that lasted a while.
I'm gonna add in cursive ink.
I'll stamp it in a blink.
I'll add in all my love and appreciation.
For our friendship,a whole another nation.
For...
#happiness
#memorial
#nostalgia
#sadness
#uplifting
87 reads
0 Comments
Feral
Poem Published
8th Dec 2024 11:36pm
8th Dec 2024 11:36pm
westling
The sun was high when you were called
to your final work;
the flame spiral reaching the center of its journey and
- releasing -
Tonight,
when the Sonoran coyotes gather in the liminal
light of dusk, they will sing the names of the dead
with their eyes full of stars and their mouths full of blooms.
This time,
you will be among them - as something new.
As name, as spirit, as coyote yourself
flowing into sacred song.
As for we who remain - our hearts,
heavy with the grief that is unhomed Love,
will find our...
to your final work;
the flame spiral reaching the center of its journey and
- releasing -
Tonight,
when the Sonoran coyotes gather in the liminal
light of dusk, they will sing the names of the dead
with their eyes full of stars and their mouths full of blooms.
This time,
you will be among them - as something new.
As name, as spirit, as coyote yourself
flowing into sacred song.
As for we who remain - our hearts,
heavy with the grief that is unhomed Love,
will find our...
#death
#love
#memorial
94 reads
1 Comment
AaronBraveHeart
Poem Published
27th Nov 2024 8:35pm
27th Nov 2024 8:35pm
In memoriam of Eerie
Some feelings give us the illusion
they will last forever the same.
It is a misleading conclusion
that you will always remain
present among us, online,
the NaPoWriMo supervising
adding abundant lines
of quality poetry and analyzing
in beautiful comments,
enriching the community,
your gifted moments
... seemed so immune to it.
Thank you for your heritage here.
The Deep Underground of Poetry.
Your trace cannot be repeated but shared
between us members, in your loving memory.
I wish I could...
they will last forever the same.
It is a misleading conclusion
that you will always remain
present among us, online,
the NaPoWriMo supervising
adding abundant lines
of quality poetry and analyzing
in beautiful comments,
enriching the community,
your gifted moments
... seemed so immune to it.
Thank you for your heritage here.
The Deep Underground of Poetry.
Your trace cannot be repeated but shared
between us members, in your loving memory.
I wish I could...
#death
#grief
#IMissYou
#memorial
#NaPoWriMo2024
163 reads
9 Comments
Mars_August
Mars August
Mars August
Poem Published
23rd Nov 2024 2:32am
23rd Nov 2024 2:32am
I Still Don't Like Kerouac, Papa
When your father dies of an opioid overdose,
your stepmother will call
at 1:27pm on a gray and freezing January afternoon.
She can't articulate much of anything,
or you can't hear much of anything
or all words are caught and suffocated into a quantum vortex
because you can't remember being told
"your father is dead, and he died from an opiate overdose,"
you only remember suddenly knowing, as the truth
rises from its depression cave
stretches its long limbs,
complains about its back,
puts on thermal long johns, ...
your stepmother will call
at 1:27pm on a gray and freezing January afternoon.
She can't articulate much of anything,
or you can't hear much of anything
or all words are caught and suffocated into a quantum vortex
because you can't remember being told
"your father is dead, and he died from an opiate overdose,"
you only remember suddenly knowing, as the truth
rises from its depression cave
stretches its long limbs,
complains about its back,
puts on thermal long johns, ...
#death
#father
#grief
#heroin
#memorial
463 reads
7 Comments
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
137 reads
2 Comments
Grace
IDryad
IDryad
Poem Published
18th Nov 2024 9:29pm
18th Nov 2024 9:29pm
He Said...
https://deepundergroundpoetry.com/poems/385793-the-weakness-of-we/
#memorial
163 reads
8 Comments
Grace
IDryad
IDryad
Poem Published
18th Nov 2024 12:40pm
18th Nov 2024 12:40pm
Who Lives there Now
Who lives there now
the house where you once stood
and watched the doe and deer
come to your lawn to feed
who lives there now o' Soul
the place you tended Zena
when she was old and ill
and where Blue lies under the sod
Four years dear beloved Soul
you’re not truly gone
in the whispers of my poems
you will never be forgotten
For love knows no distance
nor realms of dead or life
your spirit won’t fade
your memory is laid in the ink of my heart
...
the house where you once stood
and watched the doe and deer
come to your lawn to feed
who lives there now o' Soul
the place you tended Zena
when she was old and ill
and where Blue lies under the sod
Four years dear beloved Soul
you’re not truly gone
in the whispers of my poems
you will never be forgotten
For love knows no distance
nor realms of dead or life
your spirit won’t fade
your memory is laid in the ink of my heart
...
#memorial
114 reads
6 Comments
DU Poetry : Memorial Poems
