Grace
IDryad
IDryad
Poem Published
18th Mar 2024 1:00am
18th Mar 2024 1:00am
For the Golden Dusts in the Valley of Nysa
https://deepundergroundpoetry.com/poems/364589-joro/
Joro
I held roses
for the dying heart
a bruise emblem sleeve to footwear
O Wizened Entity, placed in greatness long may those eyes protect,
bless and save thee.
Gatekeepers watch, awaiting those that book passage
into hidden garden grove
thy wooden wise one we place our faith to Your protection
hearth of spirit, looking glass divine
we Your children,dress Your spritely visage
emblazoned emblem, totem to All Faith
She The Goddess praised within place ...
Joro
I held roses
for the dying heart
a bruise emblem sleeve to footwear
O Wizened Entity, placed in greatness long may those eyes protect,
bless and save thee.
Gatekeepers watch, awaiting those that book passage
into hidden garden grove
thy wooden wise one we place our faith to Your protection
hearth of spirit, looking glass divine
we Your children,dress Your spritely visage
emblazoned emblem, totem to All Faith
She The Goddess praised within place ...
#memorial
92 reads
8 Comments
goldenmyst
Poem Published
13th Mar 2024 10:02pm
13th Mar 2024 10:02pm
Mourning Haiku from the Cafe
Mourning Haiku from the Cafe
mud on his grave
grows buttercups
for her spring blues
deep dirt
buries his casket
her heart wails
dust in her eyes
from his windblown grave
her tombstone blues
her tresses fly free
from the Mississippi delta blues
no more tears
she wipes dust
from his name etched in marble
tomb of no regrets
sentimental blues
sing in her mourning heart
her teary smile
mud on his grave
grows buttercups
for her spring blues
deep dirt
buries his casket
her heart wails
dust in her eyes
from his windblown grave
her tombstone blues
her tresses fly free
from the Mississippi delta blues
no more tears
she wipes dust
from his name etched in marble
tomb of no regrets
sentimental blues
sing in her mourning heart
her teary smile
#love
#grief
#haiku
#memorial
#graveyard
60 reads
2 Comments
Grace
IDryad
IDryad
Poem Published
4th Mar 2024 00:55am
4th Mar 2024 00:55am
His Mother
Carnation
Mist of Mothers Day
She is gold-spun love
with blue-eye smiles
wealth within home
an ethos for in awe
'O' Carnation
Pink, white and temperate red
sung from beach combs
ponds to woodland kisses
they belong to You
swung up in hearty chuckle
A day, such today
it is surely one I pray
settling astride to wrap
arms about neck, pecks
to loving forehead
and yet...
just too far away
yet here...
in the land of
weep and willow
another son
hugs
and we...
Mist of Mothers Day
She is gold-spun love
with blue-eye smiles
wealth within home
an ethos for in awe
'O' Carnation
Pink, white and temperate red
sung from beach combs
ponds to woodland kisses
they belong to You
swung up in hearty chuckle
A day, such today
it is surely one I pray
settling astride to wrap
arms about neck, pecks
to loving forehead
and yet...
just too far away
yet here...
in the land of
weep and willow
another son
hugs
and we...
#memorial
95 reads
8 Comments
Grace
IDryad
IDryad
Poem Published
2nd Feb 2024 1:43am
2nd Feb 2024 1:43am
Reading Soul
https://deepundergroundpoetry.com/poems/384585-crossing-the-rubicon/
Crossing The Rubicon
Wards of stoic walls wrap around the perimeter
gryphon sentries set with eagle eyes sporting wings as
ash grey instances of rebellion pass historic memory
clubs and war-hammers hung, pike and sword
withering vines die outside beneath a window
...and this is where I find myself...
beholden by the many layers of family guilt
stuck as vagabond being lifeless to the tree
weary, my mind went off to twelve years ago ...
Crossing The Rubicon
Wards of stoic walls wrap around the perimeter
gryphon sentries set with eagle eyes sporting wings as
ash grey instances of rebellion pass historic memory
clubs and war-hammers hung, pike and sword
withering vines die outside beneath a window
...and this is where I find myself...
beholden by the many layers of family guilt
stuck as vagabond being lifeless to the tree
weary, my mind went off to twelve years ago ...
#memorial
85 reads
8 Comments
Grace
IDryad
IDryad
Poem Published
18th Nov 2023 12:12pm
18th Nov 2023 12:12pm
Remembering Souladaretease
Dear Soul
who left us too soon
to the end full of love
and a spirit so bright
in his poems he painted his worlds
with spirit sparkling like stars in the night
he speaks of the woods
where his soul found solace and peace
he listens to the whispers of trees
where melodies never cease
a poet of grace stanzas full felt
his verses hold power
as he dances with the muse
Beloved by all
his poems are read
Soul's words bring joy
depths of sorrow
reaches hearts
surreal balms
the deer...
who left us too soon
to the end full of love
and a spirit so bright
in his poems he painted his worlds
with spirit sparkling like stars in the night
he speaks of the woods
where his soul found solace and peace
he listens to the whispers of trees
where melodies never cease
a poet of grace stanzas full felt
his verses hold power
as he dances with the muse
Beloved by all
his poems are read
Soul's words bring joy
depths of sorrow
reaches hearts
surreal balms
the deer...
#memorial
151 reads
6 Comments
AspergerPoet56
Poem Published
1st Nov 2023 5:17am
1st Nov 2023 5:17am
Valour Never Dies
everybody knows
what they sacrificed
extraordinary courage
of ordinary men
who stood tall
for those who couldn't
the fallen
like seeds in the ground
gave evil
no chance to flourish
with the precious blood
they all spilled for peace
those left behind
remember well
for valour
never dies
while we commemorate
their short impactful....
lives
what they sacrificed
extraordinary courage
of ordinary men
who stood tall
for those who couldn't
the fallen
like seeds in the ground
gave evil
no chance to flourish
with the precious blood
they all spilled for peace
those left behind
remember well
for valour
never dies
while we commemorate
their short impactful....
lives
#war
#death
#memorial #military
#memorial #military
192 reads
14 Comments
Rew
Poem Published
9th Oct 2023 12:03pm
9th Oct 2023 12:03pm
Driven.
There's a spectre haunting me
a ghost of a man from the past,
his death seems to have confused him
he thought his life would last.
He also thought he was off to work
on that fateful day
but some folk had fixed him, but good,
made his own thoughts go away.
They planted the seed inside his head
and waited, with due accord,
they planted the seed of self destruct
then pushed the button, hard!
Now, a garage is a draughty place
so he pulled the door down, tight,
and waited with his patient grace
to be...
a ghost of a man from the past,
his death seems to have confused him
he thought his life would last.
He also thought he was off to work
on that fateful day
but some folk had fixed him, but good,
made his own thoughts go away.
They planted the seed inside his head
and waited, with due accord,
they planted the seed of self destruct
then pushed the button, hard!
Now, a garage is a draughty place
so he pulled the door down, tight,
and waited with his patient grace
to be...
#memorial
100 reads
5 Comments
missjem56
Poem Published
3rd Sep 2023 1:06pm
3rd Sep 2023 1:06pm
Formerly Known As (5-7-5 Haiku)
Elemental airs
A Mercurial Gemini
The purple Prince reigned
by Jemia
A Mercurial Gemini
The purple Prince reigned
by Jemia
#music
#haiku
#memorial #nostalgia
#memorial #nostalgia
79 reads
2 Comments
Grace
IDryad
IDryad
Poem Published
17th Aug 2023 1:03am
17th Aug 2023 1:03am
A Visit to a Meandering Past
https://deepundergroundpoetry.com/poems/373488-skirting-the-waters-of-styx/
the trail is cold now
the feet that once walked
down that path
in the woods
walk no more
the breath, subtle scent of cigarettes
no longer inhale the smell
of the tranquil wood
all is quiet
regrets in the eyes of Doe
the kingdom is quiet
no owl hoots
no deer passes
the golden dusts rest
upon grass and leaves
the boat had cross
with coins from eyes taken
for fare
and Styx's dark water
is with...
the trail is cold now
the feet that once walked
down that path
in the woods
walk no more
the breath, subtle scent of cigarettes
no longer inhale the smell
of the tranquil wood
all is quiet
regrets in the eyes of Doe
the kingdom is quiet
no owl hoots
no deer passes
the golden dusts rest
upon grass and leaves
the boat had cross
with coins from eyes taken
for fare
and Styx's dark water
is with...
#memorial
110 reads
8 Comments
Mohdhaiki
Haiki
Haiki
Poem Published
16th Jun 2023 5:12am
16th Jun 2023 5:12am
Grief
Grief may be the thing with feathers
but it latches on and weighs a tonne
it clings and stings and also tethers
whenever you’ve a loved one, gone
shock struck first, still in disbelief
I thought by next morning you’ll be here
I’ve two lumps now, both made of grief
their burden feels so very sheer
heaps of memories rush to me
of all the laughter, such happy times
you were a bringer of joy and glee
now sorrow chose to skip the line
but it latches on and weighs a tonne
it clings and stings and also tethers
whenever you’ve a loved one, gone
shock struck first, still in disbelief
I thought by next morning you’ll be here
I’ve two lumps now, both made of grief
their burden feels so very sheer
heaps of memories rush to me
of all the laughter, such happy times
you were a bringer of joy and glee
now sorrow chose to skip the line
#sadness
#grief
#friendship
#death
#memorial
125 reads
0 Comments
randyjohnson
Poem Published
29th May 2023 7:09pm
29th May 2023 7:09pm
Memorial Day, 2023
Many soldiers have died for the USA.
We're paying tribute to those people today.
When those soldiers died, it brought about plenty of sorrow.
They fought and died so that America could have a tomorrow.
Those soldiers fought bravely until their lives came to an end.
They weren't just soldiers and heroes, they were also friends.
We're paying tribute to those people today.
When those soldiers died, it brought about plenty of sorrow.
They fought and died so that America could have a tomorrow.
Those soldiers fought bravely until their lives came to an end.
They weren't just soldiers and heroes, they were also friends.
#soldiers
#America
#memorial #nonfiction
#memorial #nonfiction
112 reads
1 Comment
Connotation
Poem Published
17th May 2023 2:20pm
17th May 2023 2:20pm
The Silver Spectrum
The silver spectrum,
Shiny, dull, ingrained shades
Betwixt black and white,
Were aged as
To coin cheap change,
Like a toss-up
Between life and death,
As coffins sparkle luster
From skeletal forms inside,
In the difference between
Gargoyles and graves,
Holding spirits at bay
Presumably sacred,
Had fault lines, fallen,
A forgotten infallibility,
When the exchange rate
Of a hearse spikes
To the plummet of
Funeral, burial,
Pastoral eulogy....
Shiny, dull, ingrained shades
Betwixt black and white,
Were aged as
To coin cheap change,
Like a toss-up
Between life and death,
As coffins sparkle luster
From skeletal forms inside,
In the difference between
Gargoyles and graves,
Holding spirits at bay
Presumably sacred,
Had fault lines, fallen,
A forgotten infallibility,
When the exchange rate
Of a hearse spikes
To the plummet of
Funeral, burial,
Pastoral eulogy....
#hope
#death
#prose
#memorial
#SelfDiscovery
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0 Comments
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