Least Read Memorial Poems
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boreal
inspired by "quasar" by Jade Pandora
from her poetry collection "Stolen Light"
i come from northern lands
still seeking distant sands
that will not shift
nor widen the deepening rift
guided by ribboned lights
in these frigid nights
I know their green lines
can read all of their signs
for life is so brief
like waves against a reef
continually striving
always ever reviving
as i try to get it all down
before the hour has flown
spill judiciously my thinning ink
before i have a...
from her poetry collection "Stolen Light"
i come from northern lands
still seeking distant sands
that will not shift
nor widen the deepening rift
guided by ribboned lights
in these frigid nights
I know their green lines
can read all of their signs
for life is so brief
like waves against a reef
continually striving
always ever reviving
as i try to get it all down
before the hour has flown
spill judiciously my thinning ink
before i have a...
#inspirational
#confessional
#LifeAsAWriter
#memorial
#WritingPoetry
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Monotone
Poetry response to Jade Pandora’s poem “blue”
As a poet I know the light
its captivating colors
all of the vivid hues
yet now I only see the blues
Whether within the sea
or above in a clear sky
still I never dare ask why
there remains so much sorrow
Yesterday, today and tomorrow
seem fated to be filled
with all of this blue
no matter what I try to do
Despite everything I write
on any given day or night
I am still left here alone
forever bathed in monotone
As a poet I know the light
its captivating colors
all of the vivid hues
yet now I only see the blues
Whether within the sea
or above in a clear sky
still I never dare ask why
there remains so much sorrow
Yesterday, today and tomorrow
seem fated to be filled
with all of this blue
no matter what I try to do
Despite everything I write
on any given day or night
I am still left here alone
forever bathed in monotone
#sadness
#death
#memorial
#admiration
#respect
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Elysium
Where do they go when their ink is brittle dry
all of this parchment yellowed and also torn
to be forever safe from days thus forlorn...
penning clouds into poems across the sky
all of this parchment yellowed and also torn
to be forever safe from days thus forlorn...
penning clouds into poems across the sky
#memorial
#quatrain
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Empty Lifts
Why is it that only I
can see them…
riding on each vacant seat
on their way to the summit
Ghosts of downhill skiers
come and gone
each one alone
on that long final run
Feeling the eternal sun
on their backs
as they make their tracks
unseen in the snow
Yet still I do know
they are there
skiing upon the air
in perfect form
Reminding me to see
how to remain forever free
sharing all their sagest gifts
on these empty lifts
can see them…
riding on each vacant seat
on their way to the summit
Ghosts of downhill skiers
come and gone
each one alone
on that long final run
Feeling the eternal sun
on their backs
as they make their tracks
unseen in the snow
Yet still I do know
they are there
skiing upon the air
in perfect form
Reminding me to see
how to remain forever free
sharing all their sagest gifts
on these empty lifts
#winter
#snow
#confessional
#TruthOfLife
#memorial
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Dead Poet Society
Tony Hoagland (1953 - 2018)
Is it true when a poet is dead
all of their poems are now read
in a different light
in some last vigil in the night
Does death now change
somehow serve to rearrange
the divine order of things
when the last church bell rings
How the final ending of days
does remind in many ways
the hefty finitude of our age
the infinity of each penned page
To reach now beyond the years
replenish long suppressed tears
while I read the black ink ...
Is it true when a poet is dead
all of their poems are now read
in a different light
in some last vigil in the night
Does death now change
somehow serve to rearrange
the divine order of things
when the last church bell rings
How the final ending of days
does remind in many ways
the hefty finitude of our age
the infinity of each penned page
To reach now beyond the years
replenish long suppressed tears
while I read the black ink ...
#death
#confessional
#TruthOfLife
#memorial
#WritingPoetry
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Spilled Time
Sometimes it seems I stand
alone
while I sit here
sifting the shifting sand
With an empty left hand
while my other tries to write
something deeper
more beautiful
Commemorate the moment
as it takes its final bow
fades from the here and now
to go wherever it does go
While I watch the silky flow
of the brown sandy grains
all the remembered pains
spread across the table
As I search for some fable
so long forgotten lore
the help me glean more
from this gritty...
alone
while I sit here
sifting the shifting sand
With an empty left hand
while my other tries to write
something deeper
more beautiful
Commemorate the moment
as it takes its final bow
fades from the here and now
to go wherever it does go
While I watch the silky flow
of the brown sandy grains
all the remembered pains
spread across the table
As I search for some fable
so long forgotten lore
the help me glean more
from this gritty...
#death
#LifeStruggles
#confessional
#TimeHeals
#memorial
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Lament
I read your words
hear them in that whisper
I do imagine
Part confession
part last testament
in the scripture of your life
As pain softens the write
lightens the darkest night
as only it can
For death is somehow
harder
when it slowly comes
Shadowing the hill
promising what it will
only to take… everything
hear them in that whisper
I do imagine
Part confession
part last testament
in the scripture of your life
As pain softens the write
lightens the darkest night
as only it can
For death is somehow
harder
when it slowly comes
Shadowing the hill
promising what it will
only to take… everything
#grief
#death
#LifeStruggles
#memorial
#admiration
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Jade
Tragic how memory does fade
gentle days in the glade
ever so serene...
are now barely even seen
While the days do drift
a forgetting fog will not lift
obscuring everything
I still struggle to somehow sing
The lyrics of our love
were inspired from above
accented by the stars
like fireflies in their jars
Yet as you now wander
your heart grows less fonder
of every single kiss
I...
gentle days in the glade
ever so serene...
are now barely even seen
While the days do drift
a forgetting fog will not lift
obscuring everything
I still struggle to somehow sing
The lyrics of our love
were inspired from above
accented by the stars
like fireflies in their jars
Yet as you now wander
your heart grows less fonder
of every single kiss
I...
#death
#confessional
#memorial
#admiration
#respect
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Mud
What then, is the epilogue
for this life of ink and blood
That whether it be the dust returned
to earth or ashes born of fire, mix either
with blood or ink and you still
just have mud
for this life of ink and blood
That whether it be the dust returned
to earth or ashes born of fire, mix either
with blood or ink and you still
just have mud
#memorial
#TruthOfLife
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Stolen Light
What is there to say
when death steals away
all of your light
leaving you just darkness
all of this cold black ink
more than enough
to drown even a poet
when death steals away
all of your light
leaving you just darkness
all of this cold black ink
more than enough
to drown even a poet
#grief
#loneliness
#friendship
#death
#memorial
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Pealing Bells
I spend every rainy day
the very same way
waiting to hear the knell
of every lonely unrung bell
Bracing for the violence
of its stone-cold silence
how it chills breath and bone
laden as any tombstone
As I hear shovels in the dirt
trying to bury unburied hurt
at least six feet down below
so all the loss cannot show
But footsteps within the rain
seem to never balm the pain
never to soothe the ache
much beyond the initial wake
Leaving me left here in grief
with Death...
the very same way
waiting to hear the knell
of every lonely unrung bell
Bracing for the violence
of its stone-cold silence
how it chills breath and bone
laden as any tombstone
As I hear shovels in the dirt
trying to bury unburied hurt
at least six feet down below
so all the loss cannot show
But footsteps within the rain
seem to never balm the pain
never to soothe the ache
much beyond the initial wake
Leaving me left here in grief
with Death...
#confessional
#memorial
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Poempourri
Torn and tattered pages
discarded through the ages
from poets come and gone
departing one by one
All that they had to say
each in their own way
so vibrant in their time
now a poempourri of rhyme
discarded through the ages
from poets come and gone
departing one by one
All that they had to say
each in their own way
so vibrant in their time
now a poempourri of rhyme
#confessional
#LifeAsAWriter
#memorial
#WritingPoetry
#respect
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