MartenHoyle
Poem Published
Today 4:04pm
Today 4:04pm
The Flame
The Flame”
Whether I am watching you, far afield,
And if my spirit hovers over yours, concealed,
Just leave me with the candles that you burn,
Convinced that, someday, I will return
To the flame that washes like sunny dew
From the door to the heavens, I now walk through.
I’ll be gone when you take my hand,
To the orchards of the blessed and the dammed.
What grows poison there? I will eat of such fruit
In a peacetime fair and absolute
Beyond the flame that you lay in my hand:
An embrace only you could ever understand. ...
Whether I am watching you, far afield,
And if my spirit hovers over yours, concealed,
Just leave me with the candles that you burn,
Convinced that, someday, I will return
To the flame that washes like sunny dew
From the door to the heavens, I now walk through.
I’ll be gone when you take my hand,
To the orchards of the blessed and the dammed.
What grows poison there? I will eat of such fruit
In a peacetime fair and absolute
Beyond the flame that you lay in my hand:
An embrace only you could ever understand. ...
#grief
#death
#spiritual
#ghosts
#memorial
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Grace
Idryad
Idryad
Poem Published
17th Jan 2022 11:35pm
17th Jan 2022 11:35pm
A Visit
Dec 2019
an eternity ago
You know Your the epitome of "cool" don't You?
Cow turd 😂 You are so mean to Yourself
Simplicity is not a bad thing
Nopes not cool at all...not cool. Never made it as a cheerleader
Heehee You're so bad...well...I know Your cool, so that's all that matters 😁😘
12 stories, Greatness
What is coolest, is once You know the project You wish to tackle...You complete it to fruition...You have the resources n ability to finish a project...and that's Greatness...I am so proud of everything You have...
an eternity ago
You know Your the epitome of "cool" don't You?
Cow turd 😂 You are so mean to Yourself
Simplicity is not a bad thing
Nopes not cool at all...not cool. Never made it as a cheerleader
Heehee You're so bad...well...I know Your cool, so that's all that matters 😁😘
12 stories, Greatness
What is coolest, is once You know the project You wish to tackle...You complete it to fruition...You have the resources n ability to finish a project...and that's Greatness...I am so proud of everything You have...
#love
#memorial
51 reads
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CosiestPrism273
Poem Published
15th Jan 2022 1:16am
15th Jan 2022 1:16am
Grow
I'm always fighting these demons
Its hard for me to let go
Even when I break through the barrier
The pain inside will grow
I've tried to work it out
On who I'm meant to be
Dreaming of a brand new day
Hoping that I find my destiny
Lonely nights as I lay awake
Wishing for a way through the storm
My heart just seems to break apart
And my soul is simply torn
I'm always fighting these demons
Its hard for me to let go
Even when I break the barrier
The pain inside will grow
I've tried to work...
Its hard for me to let go
Even when I break through the barrier
The pain inside will grow
I've tried to work it out
On who I'm meant to be
Dreaming of a brand new day
Hoping that I find my destiny
Lonely nights as I lay awake
Wishing for a way through the storm
My heart just seems to break apart
And my soul is simply torn
I'm always fighting these demons
Its hard for me to let go
Even when I break the barrier
The pain inside will grow
I've tried to work...
#depression
#LifeAsAWriter
#MentalHealth
#memorial
#FeelingLost
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Alan-S-Jeeves
Poem Published
5th Jan 2022 10:38pm
5th Jan 2022 10:38pm
Ukraine Rain (The Holodomor 1932-33)
The Ukraine rain fell long and hard
From clouds above on high,
But what were shed
Were tears of red
To spill on fields awry.
As storms of rage passed o'er the land
A horseman through it rode.
A black horse day
Of wild dismay
As floods of red rain flowed.
Neath the yellow and the blue
The Ukraine rain poured on,
It steeped the ground
For miles around
And harvest yield was gone.
As people cried and people died,
The pain of rain aflame;
With nought to eat
The yellow wheat...
From clouds above on high,
But what were shed
Were tears of red
To spill on fields awry.
As storms of rage passed o'er the land
A horseman through it rode.
A black horse day
Of wild dismay
As floods of red rain flowed.
Neath the yellow and the blue
The Ukraine rain poured on,
It steeped the ground
For miles around
And harvest yield was gone.
As people cried and people died,
The pain of rain aflame;
With nought to eat
The yellow wheat...
#narrative
#memorial
#historical
43 reads
2 Comments
cabcool
Poem Published
31st Dec 2021 9:46pm
31st Dec 2021 9:46pm
maternal footprints
the day my mother died
“They that love beyond the world cannot be separated by it.
Death cannot kill what never dies.” William Penn
one hundred seven years
five months
one week
one day;
God knows how many hours
and minutes
and seconds
before her life-clock stopped.
now shed i longing tears
whose fonts
i seek
that they
may nourish timeless show'rs,
off limits.
life beckons
yet nought would i have swopped.
© Copyright 2021 December 29
by Clyve A. Bowen♫
“They that love beyond the world cannot be separated by it.
Death cannot kill what never dies.” William Penn
one hundred seven years
five months
one week
one day;
God knows how many hours
and minutes
and seconds
before her life-clock stopped.
now shed i longing tears
whose fonts
i seek
that they
may nourish timeless show'rs,
off limits.
life beckons
yet nought would i have swopped.
© Copyright 2021 December 29
by Clyve A. Bowen♫
#love
#grief
#mother
#family
#memorial
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Alan-S-Jeeves
Poem Published
8th Dec 2021 10:08pm
8th Dec 2021 10:08pm
The One Who Pays The Piper
Pipe me a tune I can dance to
Or play a lament, as of old.
Pipe you a song
Serenely and strong
For then, I will pay you in gold.
Pipe, at the early of morning
Just as the sun forces through.
Stand you alone
And quaver your tone
For a sovereign, I'll offer to you.
Pipe, at the lull of the evening,
Play you the sweetest refrain.
As darkness is cast
Pipe you your last
For I shall not pay you again.
Or play a lament, as of old.
Pipe you a song
Serenely and strong
For then, I will pay you in gold.
Pipe, at the early of morning
Just as the sun forces through.
Stand you alone
And quaver your tone
For a sovereign, I'll offer to you.
Pipe, at the lull of the evening,
Play you the sweetest refrain.
As darkness is cast
Pipe you your last
For I shall not pay you again.
#memorial
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Stoney223
Poem Published
5th Dec 2021 8:49pm
5th Dec 2021 8:49pm
ONE SHOT STARTS IT OFF
It is here I am reminded of how precious life really is worth, as I have a few seconds of your time as I exchange my thoughts. And feelings of my anger and frustration, that eats away at my very heart and soul. As with an emotional connection between my body and mind, as it been going on way to long day and night of life. For example how much hurt and pain, that we must suffer as we sometimes see ourselves. From the darkness and tears of death creeping into our lives. As we are reminded of the moments, when we have to rebuild our lives just because someone else, decided to take another life....
#dialogue
#memorial
#tragedy
#philosophical
#StreamOfConsciousness
113 reads
2 Comments
wallyroo92
Poem Published
24th Nov 2021 10:15pm
24th Nov 2021 10:15pm
KLOS
I only get a chance to dial in when I drive back
Not sure why I did what I did
But this week I tuned in online
And for some reason
All the songs on the station filled me with nostalgia
The DJs are different but the format’s the same
While a horde of memories came back flooding in
Both the good and bad
The dull and the rad
I was reliving some moments I thought I’d forgotten
For a second there I could feel guilt peeking through
But my serenity balled up its fist
Punched it in the head and whispered “not today”
Then Zen...
Not sure why I did what I did
But this week I tuned in online
And for some reason
All the songs on the station filled me with nostalgia
The DJs are different but the format’s the same
While a horde of memories came back flooding in
Both the good and bad
The dull and the rad
I was reliving some moments I thought I’d forgotten
For a second there I could feel guilt peeking through
But my serenity balled up its fist
Punched it in the head and whispered “not today”
Then Zen...
#music
#memorial
#nostalgia
150 reads
5 Comments
ursa
Poem Published
12th Nov 2021 11:06pm
12th Nov 2021 11:06pm
Filet Mignon
There are photos
everywhere
framed in walnut
you
laughing with your
best friend, a cigarette
dangles from
your mouth
shy of
falling into
gin you
embraced those
moments, I know
Another photo
your arm rests
on mom’s shoulders
tugging her hair,
I think
though I wasn’t there
or anywhere then
both of you poised
on long tree
branches, waiting
for the shutter to
harness a whisper
my favorite photo
is of you with
your grandson,
drawing out...
everywhere
framed in walnut
you
laughing with your
best friend, a cigarette
dangles from
your mouth
shy of
falling into
gin you
embraced those
moments, I know
Another photo
your arm rests
on mom’s shoulders
tugging her hair,
I think
though I wasn’t there
or anywhere then
both of you poised
on long tree
branches, waiting
for the shutter to
harness a whisper
my favorite photo
is of you with
your grandson,
drawing out...
#memories
#memorial
#nostalgia #IMissYou
#nostalgia #IMissYou
109 reads
6 Comments
Alan-S-Jeeves
Poem Published
3rd Nov 2021 11:40pm
3rd Nov 2021 11:40pm
The Scarlet And The Black
Blood red blooms with foliage green,
Dancing, bowing in the air.
Paint an image so serene
The sweetest scarlet lady fair.
Meadows, fields of floral show
To the landscape, briefly lent;
Come to me where here I grow ~
Lie with me amongst my scent.
Blood red blooms in golden light
Smiling skyward t'ward the blue;
Morning comes with evening's flight
As sunbeams start the day anew.
Gaze on me, peruse my poise,
Enjoy my sanguine, wooing charm;
Hear me sing, consume my noise ~
Lie with me amongst the calm.
...
Dancing, bowing in the air.
Paint an image so serene
The sweetest scarlet lady fair.
Meadows, fields of floral show
To the landscape, briefly lent;
Come to me where here I grow ~
Lie with me amongst my scent.
Blood red blooms in golden light
Smiling skyward t'ward the blue;
Morning comes with evening's flight
As sunbeams start the day anew.
Gaze on me, peruse my poise,
Enjoy my sanguine, wooing charm;
Hear me sing, consume my noise ~
Lie with me amongst the calm.
...
#memorial
#historical
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LostViking
Lost Viking
Lost Viking
Poem Published
6th Oct 2021 12:50pm
6th Oct 2021 12:50pm
Love's Joyful Proxy
#love
#grief
#lust
#death
#memorial
161 reads
1 Comment
Her_sunshine
Poem Published
30th Sep 2021 5:13am
30th Sep 2021 5:13am
Just trying to help
Two men were talking
They talked of grief
One a tracker
One a chief
One lost a daughter
One found her
They talked of grief
One a tracker
One a chief
One lost a daughter
One found her
#memorial
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