FallenAngle
Poem Published
Today 1:20am
Today 1:20am
My son
I wear no physical scars on my body
That held your tiny heart
But I nurse the scars on my soul
That you left in your wake.
I have no memories of your smile
That I longed to see
But I sleep to the dream you gave
That I hear you laugh.
I never wiped away the tears
That you would have cried
But I feel you wipe away mine
That I shed in your place.
I couldn't give you a place
That you could have laid to rest
But I left a lily at the lake
That I left a part of me once too.
I would have given...
That held your tiny heart
But I nurse the scars on my soul
That you left in your wake.
I have no memories of your smile
That I longed to see
But I sleep to the dream you gave
That I hear you laugh.
I never wiped away the tears
That you would have cried
But I feel you wipe away mine
That I shed in your place.
I couldn't give you a place
That you could have laid to rest
But I left a lily at the lake
That I left a part of me once too.
I would have given...
#grief
#mother
#death
#memorial
#son
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mysticstones
Poem Published
Yesterday 11:38am
Yesterday 11:38am
of Nashua’s light
With condolences in rhetoric
yet meager the attempt.
An expression of sadness
with tears, I present.
Complexities, the issue
from a vision,
shimmering in the morning’s dew.
Her tiny spirit soft upon northerly winds
in guidance, a mighty hand,
He sends.
Through the test of human belief,
her transcending
a teaching, simple, so welcomed relief.
We marvel, at the feelings, that now begin
how precious in life
a time, dictated, on how to mend.
As of man
lacking presence in mind,
Confront...
yet meager the attempt.
An expression of sadness
with tears, I present.
Complexities, the issue
from a vision,
shimmering in the morning’s dew.
Her tiny spirit soft upon northerly winds
in guidance, a mighty hand,
He sends.
Through the test of human belief,
her transcending
a teaching, simple, so welcomed relief.
We marvel, at the feelings, that now begin
how precious in life
a time, dictated, on how to mend.
As of man
lacking presence in mind,
Confront...
#love
#grief
#memorial
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slipalong
Poem Published
29th Jan 2020 9:08am
29th Jan 2020 9:08am
The well beaten path (Neil Peart tribute)
You know, you know, in just a second
The intro and its ring
Its reaching in, that solid underpin
The osmosis: of his arms like beating wings
He was the king of sticks and skin
Chorus
You waved your wands on golden pond
From this world to that beyond
A shake down for that great man
That thing that eats, with a smile dead pan
Decay, destroy a core
Rush's centrepiece, the guilt of shining flare
His drumsticks now bereft, of that maestro's, magic blur
Like a great ring master
That he controls the floor
And they...
The intro and its ring
Its reaching in, that solid underpin
The osmosis: of his arms like beating wings
He was the king of sticks and skin
Chorus
You waved your wands on golden pond
From this world to that beyond
A shake down for that great man
That thing that eats, with a smile dead pan
Decay, destroy a core
Rush's centrepiece, the guilt of shining flare
His drumsticks now bereft, of that maestro's, magic blur
Like a great ring master
That he controls the floor
And they...
#music
#lyrics
#memorial
26 reads
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Ragnar
Poem Published
27th Jan 2020 3:41pm
27th Jan 2020 3:41pm
Finite
If we learned anything this weekend with the sudden and tragic loss of Kobe Bryant, his daughter GiGi and the 7 other passengers of the helicopter that crashed and killed them all is that this life we are given, is finite and we do not know when our ticket is going to be punched.
As I was enjoying a special weekend of bonding with my son at the Pro Bowl, we were informed of the tragic incident.
For me, yes I mourn a sports icon that transcended the game well beyond basketball.
But I think also of the wife and mother of his other three daughters he left behind and how they will...
As I was enjoying a special weekend of bonding with my son at the Pro Bowl, we were informed of the tragic incident.
For me, yes I mourn a sports icon that transcended the game well beyond basketball.
But I think also of the wife and mother of his other three daughters he left behind and how they will...
#death
#LifeChangingMoment
#memorial
41 reads
9 Comments
dkzksaxxas_DanielX
Poem Published
24th Jan 2020 6:17pm
24th Jan 2020 6:17pm
Who Was She Now That She's Gone ?
as if a cryptic night-tune
sealed in the concrete
and substrata of the motherland,
Brash Brooklyn with a hand
in the air signifying
something no one needs
to know, as in the Come-Go
...
sealed in the concrete
and substrata of the motherland,
Brash Brooklyn with a hand
in the air signifying
something no one needs
to know, as in the Come-Go
...
#grief
#dreams
#death
#memories
#memorial
61 reads
1 Comment
russell_snow
Poem Published
15th Jan 2020 6:25pm
15th Jan 2020 6:25pm
Rewind (The Universe)
(Tribute to Neil Peart)
[v1]
I almost missed the chance
to see the rarest supermoon
They played a legendary tune
In a sky I'd never seen before
A beast in a planetary band
[chorus 1]
A tribute of the century
A signal to my ears
Rolls off the tongue then dissapears
Until the next replay
That's what they meant to me
[short drum solo]
[v2]
To the children of lyrical creation
You were an instant inspiration
A record worth every single penny
Your words are the very definition
Of...
[v1]
I almost missed the chance
to see the rarest supermoon
They played a legendary tune
In a sky I'd never seen before
A beast in a planetary band
[chorus 1]
A tribute of the century
A signal to my ears
Rolls off the tongue then dissapears
Until the next replay
That's what they meant to me
[short drum solo]
[v2]
To the children of lyrical creation
You were an instant inspiration
A record worth every single penny
Your words are the very definition
Of...
#universe
#lyrics
#MyInspiration #memorial
#MyInspiration #memorial
50 reads
2 Comments
Vferry
Poem Published
12th Jan 2020 1:07am
12th Jan 2020 1:07am
Garden of High Crosses
There’s a garden of High Crosses
beneath ragged robin and bog cotton
Where crawling scrub decides
Who’s to be remembered or forgotten
Yet purple bells of the heather
Ring out to magpies a sweet surrender
As the lone marsh marigold stands
In silent prayer to remember
No more lament for the losses
No more golden tears will fall
Only the wild flowers of the garden
and the silent prayer of the marigold
beneath ragged robin and bog cotton
Where crawling scrub decides
Who’s to be remembered or forgotten
Yet purple bells of the heather
Ring out to magpies a sweet surrender
As the lone marsh marigold stands
In silent prayer to remember
No more lament for the losses
No more golden tears will fall
Only the wild flowers of the garden
and the silent prayer of the marigold
#grief
#memorial
#graveyard
57 reads
4 Comments
samael
Poem Published
11th Jan 2020 7:34pm
11th Jan 2020 7:34pm
Greenday
Anthem for dead teenage skater kids
#death
#memories
#memorial
#SixWordStory
#nostalgia
79 reads
2 Comments
David_Macleod
Poem Published
11th Jan 2020 9:58am
11th Jan 2020 9:58am
BROTHERS - - - - Dedicated to Murdo Macleod R.I.P January 2020
Forgiveness is a wonderful gift to get
But can be a very difficult one to give
Blood and water spill under the bridge
Flowing freely in unison and in pain
The fast rapids need to be ignored
There is never a quick fix that sticks
The cascading falls roar like a lion
I wanted to attack like an angry lion
The blood and water turn into wine
like souls, hearts and minds meet
A good wine sometimes can take
Such a very long time to fully mature
As the ice in this vodka it is now cool
The previous angry need to attack him
Dissolves...
But can be a very difficult one to give
Blood and water spill under the bridge
Flowing freely in unison and in pain
The fast rapids need to be ignored
There is never a quick fix that sticks
The cascading falls roar like a lion
I wanted to attack like an angry lion
The blood and water turn into wine
like souls, hearts and minds meet
A good wine sometimes can take
Such a very long time to fully mature
As the ice in this vodka it is now cool
The previous angry need to attack him
Dissolves...
#grief
#death
#memorial
85 reads
Thetravelingfairy
Poem Published
9th Jan 2020 2:33am
9th Jan 2020 2:33am
Those Under the Ground are Lucky
those under the ground are lucky
melting into the earth with a decomposing body
those are the people at rest
the one’s that were rescued, and some were left
i am reminded by their graves
a declaration to the name they made
forever living in stone
while mine is forgotten
but when I’m lucky too
my name will be remembered too
though the stone cannot be moved
those under the ground are lucky
they cry at the lowering of the coffin
they wail in the shadow of the hearse
but for me, no tears are shed
inside...
melting into the earth with a decomposing body
those are the people at rest
the one’s that were rescued, and some were left
i am reminded by their graves
a declaration to the name they made
forever living in stone
while mine is forgotten
but when I’m lucky too
my name will be remembered too
though the stone cannot be moved
those under the ground are lucky
they cry at the lowering of the coffin
they wail in the shadow of the hearse
but for me, no tears are shed
inside...
#dark
#death
#memorial #graveyard
#memorial #graveyard
73 reads
2 Comments
slipalong
Poem Published
1st Jan 2020 2:46am
1st Jan 2020 2:46am
Scattered
We who remain, stand together but alone
summoned by a will thats gone
Call of duty, call of love
Honour the place, the place you chose
To scatter that act to reunite
The remains be uncontained
From what was to here and now
Whispers in the air around
Drift and swirl to settle down
Our emotions still so raw
That closure put the ghosts to bed
The urns repository disposed
our stoic spirts gathered here
In a hush to cast and fall
The sacrament of one last wave
To greet the ground where our parents laid ...
summoned by a will thats gone
Call of duty, call of love
Honour the place, the place you chose
To scatter that act to reunite
The remains be uncontained
From what was to here and now
Whispers in the air around
Drift and swirl to settle down
Our emotions still so raw
That closure put the ghosts to bed
The urns repository disposed
our stoic spirts gathered here
In a hush to cast and fall
The sacrament of one last wave
To greet the ground where our parents laid ...
#memorial
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dkzksaxxas_DanielX
Poem Published
30th Dec 2019 6:23pm
30th Dec 2019 6:23pm
Lou Costello (1904 - 1959)
funnyman........
funny funny man
quite the honest
gentle-man.
gifted millions of folks
with 1000s of laughs.
a Real Humanbean (being)
a Heart among souls
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2019dankozak XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX2019
funny funny man
quite the honest
gentle-man.
gifted millions of folks
with 1000s of laughs.
a Real Humanbean (being)
a Heart among souls
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
2019dankozak XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX2019
#kindness
#funny
#memorial #gratitude
#memorial #gratitude
54 reads
7 Comments
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