delanee
Poem Published
13th Jun 2019 8:49am
13th Jun 2019 8:49am
June 13, 2019 : I Still Miss You
nine years of grieving
have not made me stop talking
to the memory of you that lingers
today I will write a letter instead
thank you, opa
for if it wasn't for you
with your loving support
and scolding me when I needed it
I would have never known
what a father is supposed to do
a bitter aftertaste lingers
I did not just lose my grandfather
but my true father figure
my confidant
my partner in innocent crime
the man I will forever compare every
potential partner to
experience has taught me ...
have not made me stop talking
to the memory of you that lingers
today I will write a letter instead
thank you, opa
for if it wasn't for you
with your loving support
and scolding me when I needed it
I would have never known
what a father is supposed to do
a bitter aftertaste lingers
I did not just lose my grandfather
but my true father figure
my confidant
my partner in innocent crime
the man I will forever compare every
potential partner to
experience has taught me ...
#grief
#father
#family
#death
#memorial
65 reads
13 Comments
Countrygirl96
Poem Published
10th Jun 2019 2:01am
10th Jun 2019 2:01am
Today The Angels Cried
#grief
#death
#spiritual #memorial
#spiritual #memorial
30 reads
1 Comment
Jade-Pandora
jade tiger
jade tiger
Poem Published
31st May 2019 3:59am
31st May 2019 3:59am
Euphoria
Euphoria filled the balloon
That floated above Forest Lawn.
Appeared bright red like a cartoon;
O, where had the other ones gone?
There never were any in red.
Euphoria filled the balloon,
It waved to the graves of the dead
On such a fair day before June.
A growing breeze, and very soon,
From the chapel the people came.
Euphoria filled the balloon,
It wondered if they felt the same.
They all gathered in the fresh air
With children in ribbons’ festoon,
And waving with wind in their hair. ...
That floated above Forest Lawn.
Appeared bright red like a cartoon;
O, where had the other ones gone?
There never were any in red.
Euphoria filled the balloon,
It waved to the graves of the dead
On such a fair day before June.
A growing breeze, and very soon,
From the chapel the people came.
Euphoria filled the balloon,
It wondered if they felt the same.
They all gathered in the fresh air
With children in ribbons’ festoon,
And waving with wind in their hair. ...
#love
#children
#death
#uplifting
#memorial
86 reads
15 Comments
delanee
Poem Published
30th May 2019 11:10am
30th May 2019 11:10am
Missing You in the First Degree
the memories of you
still remain so fresh
and yet
the first thing
that escaped my mind
was the sound of your voice
and the pain was deafening
still remain so fresh
and yet
the first thing
that escaped my mind
was the sound of your voice
and the pain was deafening
#love
#grief
#family
#memorial
#IMissYou
78 reads
5 Comments
PoetsRevenge
Poem Published
28th May 2019 2:55am
28th May 2019 2:55am
Little White Crosses
Little white crosses all in a row,
how do you brave the rain?
In memories, do you speak
in the minds of your children,
do you retrace your hopes
in pointing towards the sky
with feet forever grounded?
Does your perfection upset you,
your conformity of geometry,
do you miss the peril of being flawed
and in reception of uncontrollable things
sloshing you about,
washing you ashore,
bleeding you dry?
Are you made of bones which remain,
calcified and indestructible,
is it your testimony to endure this way, ...
how do you brave the rain?
In memories, do you speak
in the minds of your children,
do you retrace your hopes
in pointing towards the sky
with feet forever grounded?
Does your perfection upset you,
your conformity of geometry,
do you miss the peril of being flawed
and in reception of uncontrollable things
sloshing you about,
washing you ashore,
bleeding you dry?
Are you made of bones which remain,
calcified and indestructible,
is it your testimony to endure this way, ...
#soldiers
#war
#death
#beach
#memorial
47 reads
6 Comments
Ahavati
Poem Published
27th May 2019 2:13pm
27th May 2019 2:13pm
Memorial Day
Lest we forget
#soldiers
#war
#memories
#memorial
#historical
173 reads
24 Comments
AaHarvey
Poem Published
23rd May 2019 10:40am
23rd May 2019 10:40am
My sacred silence
A hole is all that we leave when we go.
When I lie at the end in my bed of sorrow,
I will have nothing to show, except for my words;
The worthless garbage written from hurt.
The madness reigned on every page,
And at the end there is nothing left.
All that remains after all these days,
Are the thoughts which I have emptied from inside my head.
As years fly by and people die,
The list is forever getting smaller.
Who will be with me when I finally die?
Will there be anybody left who loves me when my time is shorter? ...
When I lie at the end in my bed of sorrow,
I will have nothing to show, except for my words;
The worthless garbage written from hurt.
The madness reigned on every page,
And at the end there is nothing left.
All that remains after all these days,
Are the thoughts which I have emptied from inside my head.
As years fly by and people die,
The list is forever getting smaller.
Who will be with me when I finally die?
Will there be anybody left who loves me when my time is shorter? ...
#death
#silence
#LifeAsAWriter
#memorial
#WritingPoetry
34 reads
0 Comments
Countrygirl96
Poem Published
14th May 2019 3:16pm
14th May 2019 3:16pm
Goodbye My Friend
I will miss you until the end of life comes to myself
Everyday that passes I will have fond memories of you my Firend
Death came to early for you and your family
Replaying our many adventures in my mind
From frist homeruns in softball to frist day of High School
Playing Barbies on my bedroom floor to acting in the school play
We made each other laugh and cry
We made each other smile and silly
We made each other a better person
To believe that you are truly gone is heart wrenching
Looking at the photographs on the wall I cry ...
Everyday that passes I will have fond memories of you my Firend
Death came to early for you and your family
Replaying our many adventures in my mind
From frist homeruns in softball to frist day of High School
Playing Barbies on my bedroom floor to acting in the school play
We made each other laugh and cry
We made each other smile and silly
We made each other a better person
To believe that you are truly gone is heart wrenching
Looking at the photographs on the wall I cry ...
#love
#death
#memorial #IMissYou
#memorial #IMissYou
57 reads
6 Comments
ChynaBay311
Poem Published
10th May 2019 4:53am
10th May 2019 4:53am
Why Do I Still Cry
You were my best friend, my love,my heart. We were each other's heart, mind, & soul, 2 bodies joined together as 1 heart, mind, and soul. So why was it fitting that we had to part. We never got to say goodbye on this side, until an appearance of you, a vision through the tears, a few months after your departure of this life.
We had that son 2 months delayed, but somehow I think you knew he was going to be. He's every version of you, how could he be, because you were away from us all, unless your spirit was coaching him from the start? I cried for a whole day and night when he was...
We had that son 2 months delayed, but somehow I think you knew he was going to be. He's every version of you, how could he be, because you were away from us all, unless your spirit was coaching him from the start? I cried for a whole day and night when he was...
#sadness
#depression
#grief
#death
#memorial
62 reads
4 Comments
Thetravelingfairy
Poem Published
30th Apr 2019 8:34pm
30th Apr 2019 8:34pm
Final Ceremony
beaten rivers always flow
tears have clothed the waterbed
you were here not long ago
not long enough to be dead
gazing into blackened pools
I whisper as I reflect
are you trapped behind the glass?
are you where my tears collect?
humbling past opens my mind
revisit my aching soul
cannot stop the waterfall
death’s rivers I can’t control
final ceremony
I know you will come again
you are a kaleidoscope
when will you come again
tears have clothed the waterbed
you were here not long ago
not long enough to be dead
gazing into blackened pools
I whisper as I reflect
are you trapped behind the glass?
are you where my tears collect?
humbling past opens my mind
revisit my aching soul
cannot stop the waterfall
death’s rivers I can’t control
final ceremony
I know you will come again
you are a kaleidoscope
when will you come again
#grief
#dark
#death
#memorial
#NaPoWriMo2019
81 reads
6 Comments
dkzksaxxas_DanielX
Poem Published
30th Apr 2019 8:00pm
30th Apr 2019 8:00pm
April 30th
April 30th 1987,
my little girl was born.
Now she is no more.
A hole is left in Mom & my
heart/soul
that would have been
heretofore unimaginable .
Unimaginable to never see you again,
Never to be heard from........
A grief too great to believe.
There will be no comfort
in this
world.
zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz
2019april30dkzk xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
my little girl was born.
Now she is no more.
A hole is left in Mom & my
heart/soul
that would have been
heretofore unimaginable .
Unimaginable to never see you again,
Never to be heard from........
A grief too great to believe.
There will be no comfort
in this
world.
zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz
2019april30dkzk xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
#grief
#heartbroken
#death #memorial
#death #memorial
72 reads
10 Comments
Hepcat61
geoff cat
geoff cat
Poem Published
30th Apr 2019 3:19pm
30th Apr 2019 3:19pm
Catena Rondo: How Dim These Lights Might Seem: Day Thirty
How dim these lights might seem in evening sun
But still they flare, their flame to call us back
In dancers’ time that breathless feeds our lack.
How dim these lights might seem in evening sun.
But still they flare, their flame to call us back,
These words that endless run from day to day
That perfect find their time but will not stay,
But still they flare, their flame to call us back.
These words that endless run from day to day,
That stand when all have left us here alone,
In greying light and dying day like stone, ...
But still they flare, their flame to call us back
In dancers’ time that breathless feeds our lack.
How dim these lights might seem in evening sun.
But still they flare, their flame to call us back,
These words that endless run from day to day
That perfect find their time but will not stay,
But still they flare, their flame to call us back.
These words that endless run from day to day,
That stand when all have left us here alone,
In greying light and dying day like stone, ...
#memorial
#WritingPoetry
#NaPoWriMo2019
70 reads
13 Comments
DU Poetry : Memorial Poems
