slipalong
Poem Published
14th Oct 2019 2:21pm
14th Oct 2019 2:21pm
Ode to Pablo Picasso # Federeco Garcia Lorca
Obtruse angles fall the slanted eyes
Tears like lemons castrated from the tree
Franco's crow of broken strings
Guernica is that post mortem
Bull rings echo's with the last Ole - Ole - Ole
Squeezed Pigment tube, no top
Loves lost, frames fractured insanity
That awash turned to the wall
Encased past ducks and drakes
Sunset groom departs
Caricatures of black doves
Origami folds so sharp
Palette with its drying worms
Hangings in the Mausoleum
Remembered vivid images of being
reflections on...
Tears like lemons castrated from the tree
Franco's crow of broken strings
Guernica is that post mortem
Bull rings echo's with the last Ole - Ole - Ole
Squeezed Pigment tube, no top
Loves lost, frames fractured insanity
That awash turned to the wall
Encased past ducks and drakes
Sunset groom departs
Caricatures of black doves
Origami folds so sharp
Palette with its drying worms
Hangings in the Mausoleum
Remembered vivid images of being
reflections on...
#memorial
#FedericaGarciaLorca
27 reads
5 Comments
Countrygirl96
Poem Published
2nd Oct 2019 00:16am
2nd Oct 2019 00:16am
Uncle Mort
Ten years ago my family lost someone near and dear to our heart
Mort was a very strong and healthy man and was always busy doing things
He loved his family and friends and was always there when he needed them
He was always humble and kind no matter the circumstance
In 2009 his cancer got worse and worse and he started getting weaker
It was hard on the whole family seeing you that way
Though he always kept a smile on his face and never showed any fear
On the night before he died I had prayed that God would heal him
Sadly the next morning my mom told me...
Mort was a very strong and healthy man and was always busy doing things
He loved his family and friends and was always there when he needed them
He was always humble and kind no matter the circumstance
In 2009 his cancer got worse and worse and he started getting weaker
It was hard on the whole family seeing you that way
Though he always kept a smile on his face and never showed any fear
On the night before he died I had prayed that God would heal him
Sadly the next morning my mom told me...
#grief
#memorial
#cancer
33 reads
4 Comments
slipalong
Poem Published
1st Oct 2019 2:36pm
1st Oct 2019 2:36pm
The relative
As he sits and captures all
Half finish works scattered round the floor
Artist with a pallette full of joy
Wry flattery in each new face
Each wrinkle smoothed will pay its way
For this maiden he prefers a willful look
Windswept locks and head half turned
Each feature wrought in pigments churned
She died so young, so in her bloom
And at her feet the laurel wreath, it rests askew
The wane of life, a tenure fractured
A frame of worship from all the tatters
From the...
Half finish works scattered round the floor
Artist with a pallette full of joy
Wry flattery in each new face
Each wrinkle smoothed will pay its way
For this maiden he prefers a willful look
Windswept locks and head half turned
Each feature wrought in pigments churned
She died so young, so in her bloom
And at her feet the laurel wreath, it rests askew
The wane of life, a tenure fractured
A frame of worship from all the tatters
From the...
#family
#memorial
#art #nostalgia
#art #nostalgia
19 reads
0 Comments
dkzksaxxas_DanielX
Poem Published
26th Sep 2019 4:06pm
26th Sep 2019 4:06pm
CryBaby DaDa Rites A Eulogy *
(PHoTo: "Blood Tears", dkzk2019
Gran'ma Nellie and Gran'pa Pete been gone since '70.
Never knew mother's parents. Both were gone with heart disease
when Mom was just 12.
Ma and Pa be gone 22yrs and 8yrs (respectively), and all
their brothers and sisters gone as well.
Godmother Cioci Stella checked out at 90, in 2007. Dearly
missed.
Now......been over a year since my sweet child, Leah Marie, died.
My music died with her. My...
Gran'ma Nellie and Gran'pa Pete been gone since '70.
Never knew mother's parents. Both were gone with heart disease
when Mom was just 12.
Ma and Pa be gone 22yrs and 8yrs (respectively), and all
their brothers and sisters gone as well.
Godmother Cioci Stella checked out at 90, in 2007. Dearly
missed.
Now......been over a year since my sweet child, Leah Marie, died.
My music died with her. My...
#grief
#heartbroken
#death
#memories
#memorial
62 reads
8 Comments
poetOftragedy
Poem Published
26th Sep 2019 5:21am
26th Sep 2019 5:21am
King Liam
Could I also go down as a king?
Could I also say I've lived?
Cause when a king goes down we all shed a tear.
Because when a king goes down we celebrate how he lived.
Today we erect a monument in our hearts to honour how Liam used to think.
Through his words and ink his life was a testament that he lived.
Centuries from now you'll still be alive in our ink.
Rest in peace.
PoetOftragedy
Could I also say I've lived?
Cause when a king goes down we all shed a tear.
Because when a king goes down we celebrate how he lived.
Today we erect a monument in our hearts to honour how Liam used to think.
Through his words and ink his life was a testament that he lived.
Centuries from now you'll still be alive in our ink.
Rest in peace.
PoetOftragedy
#memorial
66 reads
6 Comments
Ahavati
Poem Published
25th Sep 2019 10:57pm
25th Sep 2019 10:57pm
Cloud Atlas
( for Liam )
“People pontificate, ‘suicide is selfish,’ while career churchman like Pater call it a coward's act typically because they lack the necessary suffering to sympathize. Couldn't be further from the truth; suicide takes tremendous courage.”
You were a husband and father-
a devotional man kneeling at the altar
of friendship, supporting right and wrong
in accordance to your moral compass
Most of all, you were a human being;
therefore, subject to earthly demons ...
“People pontificate, ‘suicide is selfish,’ while career churchman like Pater call it a coward's act typically because they lack the necessary suffering to sympathize. Couldn't be further from the truth; suicide takes tremendous courage.”
You were a husband and father-
a devotional man kneeling at the altar
of friendship, supporting right and wrong
in accordance to your moral compass
Most of all, you were a human being;
therefore, subject to earthly demons ...
#death
#memorial
218 reads
SweetKittyCat5
Poem Published
25th Sep 2019 2:33am
25th Sep 2019 2:33am
In Remembrance (DUP Bow Your Head In Silence)
DUP let's show our poetic support to one of our fallen poets and to let his family know how much we cared for LiamReddus, a poet, a husband and a father, through poem, a thought, let him know he will be surely missed in words and his deeds
Anonymous
16th Aug 2019 3:26pm
Ive never ran a marathon but ive ran. I do a 5 mile morning run 10 mile when i need to get my head straight. But i train as though a mad man sometimes
Anonymous
14th Aug 2019 8:56pm
As always miss an amazing write nevermind the message i sent
Anonymous ...
Anonymous
16th Aug 2019 3:26pm
Ive never ran a marathon but ive ran. I do a 5 mile morning run 10 mile when i need to get my head straight. But i train as though a mad man sometimes
Anonymous
14th Aug 2019 8:56pm
As always miss an amazing write nevermind the message i sent
Anonymous ...
#grief
#death
#memorial #IMissYou
#memorial #IMissYou
178 reads
22 Comments
wallyroo92
Poem Published
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
#memorial
#cancer
50 reads
4 Comments
dkzksaxxas_DanielX
Poem Published
4th Sep 2019 5:11pm
4th Sep 2019 5:11pm
Empty Pocket(s) Unrequited Boogaloo
Amidst this terrific torment of torturous,
baffling prevarication, insinuations of sainthood
growing growing in the ground, the sacred ground,
(& so blessed it be),
I called out for your love, but
miles and decades worked against it, as my best
irrationality was way short of my best trauma,
stumblin' over the best importance that a foot
would ever be likely to find.
I never asked for your
admiration, though it was bound to be a topic at
some remote...
baffling prevarication, insinuations of sainthood
growing growing in the ground, the sacred ground,
(& so blessed it be),
I called out for your love, but
miles and decades worked against it, as my best
irrationality was way short of my best trauma,
stumblin' over the best importance that a foot
would ever be likely to find.
I never asked for your
admiration, though it was bound to be a topic at
some remote...
#dreams
#ghosts
#memories
#sleep
#memorial
101 reads
1 Comment
BabydoII
Itty Bitty
Itty Bitty
Poem Published
3rd Sep 2019 6:36am
3rd Sep 2019 6:36am
Lightening at Night.
I answered your questions just like a child
Made promises I couldn't hold up for any while
When sissy yelled, I didn't know what it meant
That night was the last ride I'd take with them
And as you held on to your last breath
I thought you were at home at your time of death
They blame me 'cause the moving hall was poorly lit
When you went, as if I forced you to follow it
She told me yesterday but really didn't want to
Thought I'd cry and she was right to think it, too
I won't take the...
Made promises I couldn't hold up for any while
When sissy yelled, I didn't know what it meant
That night was the last ride I'd take with them
And as you held on to your last breath
I thought you were at home at your time of death
They blame me 'cause the moving hall was poorly lit
When you went, as if I forced you to follow it
She told me yesterday but really didn't want to
Thought I'd cry and she was right to think it, too
I won't take the...
#grief
#spiritual
#MyInspiration #memorial
#MyInspiration #memorial
68 reads
4 Comments
dkzksaxxas_DanielX
Poem Published
27th Aug 2019 6:41pm
27th Aug 2019 6:41pm
More Dada's (Pathetic) Grief Grovel
Flesh and blood,
to
ash and dust.
How
quickly your three decades
of earth-time passed.
The
real pleasure of your presence
less than a vapor, less than an
illusion, remain in this fetid reality.
No
more nor less an apocrypha of
calendar'd months flying off a
wall, not of this place, not of this time,
not of...........
anything useful to this
...
to
ash and dust.
How
quickly your three decades
of earth-time passed.
The
real pleasure of your presence
less than a vapor, less than an
illusion, remain in this fetid reality.
No
more nor less an apocrypha of
calendar'd months flying off a
wall, not of this place, not of this time,
not of...........
anything useful to this
...
#regret
#grief
#death
#memorial
#emptiness
95 reads
6 Comments
Stoney223
Poem Published
25th Aug 2019 8:43pm
25th Aug 2019 8:43pm
PROCESS OF A REAL LOVE
As we grow from a seed to a flower let us bloom with each touch of the sunshine against our seed buried beneath the soil of the ground from MOTHER NATURE, like that from the womb of a OUR mother that gives us life like a tree of LIFE GIVEN LIFE TO GROW AND BLOOM LIKE THE FLOWER OR TREE YOU WERE TO BE BORN.
...
...
#inspirational
#confessional
#memorial
136 reads
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