Memorial by Top Critiquers Poems
#memorial
memorial by top critiquers poems. Poems written by members who have given lots of feedback to other poets this month.
Frank's Pillow
Sometimes I like to imagine you’d be here with us
You and I would’ve spent hours watching World Cup
Then you’d tell me a story from your playing days
We’d share laughs and talk over drinks
Sometimes I wish I could go to you for advice
Or I’d ask about grandpa and grandma
About the farm
But it’s just a passing thought
Now I’ve lost much of my family history
Sometimes I want to pick up a bottle and reminisce
But I broke my own little rule some weeks ago
For Cindy’s wedding
I had one shot with my son
Like some rite of...
You and I would’ve spent hours watching World Cup
Then you’d tell me a story from your playing days
We’d share laughs and talk over drinks
Sometimes I wish I could go to you for advice
Or I’d ask about grandpa and grandma
About the farm
But it’s just a passing thought
Now I’ve lost much of my family history
Sometimes I want to pick up a bottle and reminisce
But I broke my own little rule some weeks ago
For Cindy’s wedding
I had one shot with my son
Like some rite of...
#father
#death
#memorial
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12 Comments
spiderweb
the hurt in your windowed soul revealed so much
I grieved over the pained, sutured guilt you held
stitched with spiderwebs of days gone by
I held you tight to my brokenness and we cried together
in the dawn's brittle, cold, and empty light
the sun failed to shine on you these past years
it cast a shadow that held no warmth
you relived the trauma of a single day like it was today
haunted by midnights...
you play out the scene frame by frame
on a mission, you fight the good fight
smiling at hollow peoples who just...
I grieved over the pained, sutured guilt you held
stitched with spiderwebs of days gone by
I held you tight to my brokenness and we cried together
in the dawn's brittle, cold, and empty light
the sun failed to shine on you these past years
it cast a shadow that held no warmth
you relived the trauma of a single day like it was today
haunted by midnights...
you play out the scene frame by frame
on a mission, you fight the good fight
smiling at hollow peoples who just...
#grief
#hope
#death
#memorial
#IMissYou
1087 reads
16 Comments
Tapestry of Blood
Warm comfort
Vampire needs
Victim
or
Sacrifice
Art call
Your dark hour
Vampire delight
Sleeping damsel
Distress a bite away
Patchwork
Quilted urgency
Laid to rest
Vampire needs
Victim
or
Sacrifice
Art call
Your dark hour
Vampire delight
Sleeping damsel
Distress a bite away
Patchwork
Quilted urgency
Laid to rest
#lust
#dark
#death
#vampires
#memorial
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24 Comments
The Definition of Love
Are you at peace?”
It’s not far-fetched of you to ask me
in your prayers each night
and thoughts each day
The much-known concept of two lives
is swallowed by the living each year
First, when we are physically birthed
and slapped into breath;
the second when we wake to purpose
and life slaps us into a vessel
for something greater than ourselves
The lesser-known concept
of two deaths is fully understood
on this side of the veil
First, when our physical being ...
It’s not far-fetched of you to ask me
in your prayers each night
and thoughts each day
The much-known concept of two lives
is swallowed by the living each year
First, when we are physically birthed
and slapped into breath;
the second when we wake to purpose
and life slaps us into a vessel
for something greater than ourselves
The lesser-known concept
of two deaths is fully understood
on this side of the veil
First, when our physical being ...
#love
#death
#memorial #graveyard
#memorial #graveyard
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13 Comments
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
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8 Comments
Sonnets...
So my thoughts have a final resting place
And poems are the common crypt
Where remnant psyche has some space
To linger after souls have dripped
Onto the compendium of time
Cased inside the hardcover safe
Of measured syllable and rhyme,
For coherency is as a waif
Still searching for a stable home
Much like a wayward angel flight
Lost over heaven's aerodrome,
Communing with the muse one night,
All on behalf of a mortal man
Just hoping for his verse to scan.
And poems are the common crypt
Where remnant psyche has some space
To linger after souls have dripped
Onto the compendium of time
Cased inside the hardcover safe
Of measured syllable and rhyme,
For coherency is as a waif
Still searching for a stable home
Much like a wayward angel flight
Lost over heaven's aerodrome,
Communing with the muse one night,
All on behalf of a mortal man
Just hoping for his verse to scan.
#narrative
#sonnet
#memorial
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More than a Man
~,,~`
I had drinks with the man
Cognac, Port, whisky, Beer,
Though, seeing him in person
He seemed more than a man
Not of his day
But of days,
Where was his star, for it aligned with mine,
Perfectly
Where was his star,
For it is also now in the house of Mendivil and Lovecraft,
His words heavy, as if a tower of stone
Mine, a tower of flesh and bone
Weak, diseased of shadow and cursed of light,
The Raven, Death came for me, Black Cat, Necronomicon, Cask of Amontillado,...
I had drinks with the man
Cognac, Port, whisky, Beer,
Though, seeing him in person
He seemed more than a man
Not of his day
But of days,
Where was his star, for it aligned with mine,
Perfectly
Where was his star,
For it is also now in the house of Mendivil and Lovecraft,
His words heavy, as if a tower of stone
Mine, a tower of flesh and bone
Weak, diseased of shadow and cursed of light,
The Raven, Death came for me, Black Cat, Necronomicon, Cask of Amontillado,...
#memorial
#EdgarAllanPoe
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1 Comment
Queen B...
Queen B I bow unto the world for all to see
French Haitian Creole bloodlines defines royalty created within me
Sitting upon the throne of my wondrous melanin gifts
Kisses you dare to dream upon as you serenade the softness of my scarlet painted lips
Beguiling, as you glance upon the sashay of my curvaceous hips
Ancient rites, I seductively dance for you to commence the night
My soft orb touches, the ecstasy of my scepter, intoxicating asked in the veil of midnight
Sweeten honey drips from the sacredness of my alluring crown ...
French Haitian Creole bloodlines defines royalty created within me
Sitting upon the throne of my wondrous melanin gifts
Kisses you dare to dream upon as you serenade the softness of my scarlet painted lips
Beguiling, as you glance upon the sashay of my curvaceous hips
Ancient rites, I seductively dance for you to commence the night
My soft orb touches, the ecstasy of my scepter, intoxicating asked in the veil of midnight
Sweeten honey drips from the sacredness of my alluring crown ...
#grief
#death
#memorial #respect
#memorial #respect
540 reads
Deathly Testimonies
thespians of death
act: infinitude
another journal entry awaits
this fated journey
this diaspora of the soul..
scythe slashes umbilical chords
yet spiritual accords
remain intact..
respectful tact is
what it takes to re-enact
the moment of loss
engaging cozmik forensics
highlighting holographic fingerprints
emancipating movements from
the matrix's cycle
of a patented psychosis
fluxed between...
act: infinitude
another journal entry awaits
this fated journey
this diaspora of the soul..
scythe slashes umbilical chords
yet spiritual accords
remain intact..
respectful tact is
what it takes to re-enact
the moment of loss
engaging cozmik forensics
highlighting holographic fingerprints
emancipating movements from
the matrix's cycle
of a patented psychosis
fluxed between...
#death
#rebirth
#homelessness #memorial
#homelessness #memorial
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cherished, in lessons learned.
it's all about passion
seeing a spark
an inkling of like awareness
that burns your layers
until blood runs
leaving hearts to slowly break
in exquisite agony
isolating that
and with your soul
in an absolute
you
SCREAM
it
from the top of your lungs
you howl at the moon
you pound the drum
and you never,
ever
quit.
seeing a spark
an inkling of like awareness
that burns your layers
until blood runs
leaving hearts to slowly break
in exquisite agony
isolating that
and with your soul
in an absolute
you
SCREAM
it
from the top of your lungs
you howl at the moon
you pound the drum
and you never,
ever
quit.
#kindness
#death
#memories
#memorial
#gratitude
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32 Comments
Nova Scotia strong
There’s a slowness in my body,
heaviness in my heart.
The world goes on around me
as I’m sitting here, apart.
It’s not exactly sadness,
though tears do often come;
just lacking motivation,
feeling unfocused and numb.
Tomorrow we’ll remember
tragedy so hard to bear;
I didn’t really know those lost,
but grief hangs in the air.
We’ve held each other through so much -
there’s nothing we can’t weather.
What makes us “Nova Scotia strong”
is tears and songs – together.
heaviness in my heart.
The world goes on around me
as I’m sitting here, apart.
It’s not exactly sadness,
though tears do often come;
just lacking motivation,
feeling unfocused and numb.
Tomorrow we’ll remember
tragedy so hard to bear;
I didn’t really know those lost,
but grief hangs in the air.
We’ve held each other through so much -
there’s nothing we can’t weather.
What makes us “Nova Scotia strong”
is tears and songs – together.
#home
#memorial
#NaPoWriMo2021
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2 Comments
we will never forget you
we will never forget you,
they say, sometimes while
the blood has not yet
been scrubbed from
the latest atrocity scene
your names will live on forever, they say,
because you are with the angels
or at the right hand of Jesus
or god needed a few more—
anything to assuage the pain,
even as the latest flower shrines
drop wilting blossoms from despair
even as the mass derangement ...
they say, sometimes while
the blood has not yet
been scrubbed from
the latest atrocity scene
your names will live on forever, they say,
because you are with the angels
or at the right hand of Jesus
or god needed a few more—
anything to assuage the pain,
even as the latest flower shrines
drop wilting blossoms from despair
even as the mass derangement ...
#death
#apocalypse
#memorial #graveyard
#memorial #graveyard
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5 Comments
DU Poetry : Memorial by Top Critiquers Poems