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Poem Details | by Sunshine Smile |
Categories: caregiving, death, prayer,

- Life's Last Journey -


         ~ everything is in your heart and hands - the end of life - empathy ~







29/03/2019
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Poem Details | by Michael Wegman |
Categories: age, care, caregiving, death, devotion, health, life,

Aging

I rise to face yet still more life again
And know my day will be about my age
Through sight that makes all things appear opaque
I hear about each third word spoken clear.

I walk with cane a slow but sure tempo
And get to where I aim without much fuss
Yet still it seems I burden those who care
To take the time to bare my years nonpluss. 

Each time I rise to face my life once more
Trumps thoughts of laying still without regard
For pains one takes to move upon this earth
Or see and hear with clarity implored.

I thank my Lord for each new day He gives
And givers who see beyond one’s struggle
With patience and always kind words spoken
Dignity and respect to me maintained.

Poem Details | by William Kershaw |
Categories: caregiving

Seek Elsewhere Death!

She,
hung a,
Hummingbird,
Feeder near the,
Window of my room,
So I can look outside,
See life again as God's gift,
And raise my broken spirits up.
She doesn't know how much she gives me,
But I vow to live because she loves me.


Poem Details | by Sandra Haight |
Categories: caregiving, lonely, sad, sympathy,

Okay, Just Drop One In

Okay, Just Drop One In Okay, just drop one in his cup, or maybe two or more, in trembling hands that he holds up, while begging eyes implore. Wrapped up in tattered coat, his home, wherever he may end; cast out by fate and all alone... this cup, his only friend. Okay, just drop one in his cup, a bill or batch of change, to see him smile when he looks up... as fear with hope exchange. To see eyes sparkle and well up... perhaps today he eats. Okay, just drop one in his cup; revive this heart that beats. Sandra M.Haight ~10th Place~ Contest: Okay, Just Drop One In Sponsor: John Lawless Judged: 10/04/2016


Poem Details | by Edwin Hofert |
Categories: caregiving, emotions, imagination, sympathy,

Stand By Me

Stand By Me.

Could you hear their meaning.
And all they had to say.
If only they were given voice.
If there was a way.

When the gates are open.
No place for them to hide.
Would your arms be outstretched?
Or hanging by your side?

Would you look away?
Or turn a deafened ear?
Or would you move a little closer?
So that you could hear.

Would you put distance in between us?
Turn and walk away?
Or stand by me quietly?
To see what they would say?

As they travel from my heart.
And my eyes begin to leak.
Would you hear their meaning?
When my tears begin to speak?

Edwin

Poem Details | by linda smith |
Categories: caregiving, confusion, death, loss, sad,

An Accidental Overdose

She fought daily with the agony.
never knew when it would strike.
It affected all corners of her world
waking, sleeping, laughing, and crying.
Early one morn, she lost the battle.
Through the night she had struggled,
to rid the ache in her head.
She tried them all.
One here and one there,
still it persisted,
another, then, another.
She had forgotten the total.
The compounds crescendoed
and released an avalanche of effects.
Breathing crawled, heart decelerated
and mentation retarded.
Then all stopped.
It was an accidental overdose.
Just a girl trying to ...
stop the pain.

Poem Details | by Donald Meikle |
Categories: caregiving, friendship, loss, sorry, sympathy, words,

In Adda Quit

Feelings
expressed in words of endearment
A cheek stroking breeze on a hot Summer day
Cool of tile floor to walking bare feet
The squeeze of a hand.
A quick little hug
Tentative brushing the hair from your face
Following that with a tender embrace
Hoping you're hearing what I haven't said
and that it's some comfort to you instead
Trying to find words 
in your moment of need
Is all I can think of to do
Maybe tomorrow I'll know what to say
I wish I could do it today

Poem Details | by Mary Nagy |
Categories: angst, caregiving, childhood, confusion, family, sad, sympathy, me,

What's Happening To Our Children?

Look into their hollowed eyes
and tell me you don't care.
There are so many hurting
and it's more than I can bear.

What happens to our young
that makes them crave the pain? 
How could they feel so helpless
that it drives them near insane? 

So many young are cutters.
They have a thirst for tears.
Where are all their parents
while they're out facing their fears? 

How can we save these children? 
It kills me when I know
that underneath they're dying
yet the scars they don't let show.

If I could give them strength
and help them see the way...
I'd trade them my tomorrows
if that gained them one more day.


Poem Details | by James Edward Lee Sr. |
Categories: analogy, appreciation, bereavement, caregiving, celebration, inspirational,

NIGHT SHOES--

Mama and them, took us aside When we cried She wiped our eyes She grandma and Auntie Bathed and feed us Took us to church learnt us bout' JESUS And when it was time for bed We kids would put on pyjamas and them night shoes ~ NIGHT SHOES We won't need in glory On them heavenly golden grounds NIGHT SHOES Worn in the daylight Shines in steps of grace When grandpa died grandma said he paid his dues Ole granny told the mortician, sir, please dress him in them old Night Shoes
5/18/19 NIGHT SHOES Poetry Contest Sponsored by: Anthony Slausin 1 st place Winner

Poem Details | by Line Gauthier |
Categories: caregiving, emotions, grief, hurt, silence, sympathy,

SOMETIMES



sometimes
I would wonder about
the scars he hid
beneath his polished veneer
the covert memories
he never shared
the hardships
he never spoke of
the unhealed wounds still raw
the ones I hoped
I had helped heal
sometimes I wondered



Submitted on January 4, 2018, for contest EARLY JAN 2019 sponsored by BRIAN STRAND  -  RANKED 1ST

Originally posted on October 11, 2018

Poem Details | by Al Parry |
Categories: anniversary, baby, baptism, beauty, bereavement, best friend, birthday, boyfriend, bridal shower, brother, caregiving, celebration, child, childhood, farewell, feelings, first love, children, for him, kids, freedom, friendship, funeral, girlfriend, giving, goodbye, graduation, grandchild, granddaughter, grandmother, grandparents, grandson, happiness, happy, health, heartbroken, hope, identity, inspiration, jesus,

Hugs

Teenage Girls clad in the latest fashions,
Do it whenever they meet,
Grown men aren't afraid to show some passion,
When their team's comeback is complete,
They can say hello, they can say goodbye,
And anything inbetween,
If you open your arms and crack a smile,
There is nothing that a hug cannot mean.

Poem Details | by Jacqueline R. Mendoza |
Categories: angel, beautiful, beauty, black african american, bridal shower, caregiving, celebrity, childhood, christian, cousin, daughter, death of a friend, devotion, education, environment, father daughter, first love, flower, children, for her, kids, how i feel, little sister, me, mom, mother, native american, nostalgia, people, poets, school, spiritual, student, woman, women, work,

Qualities of Health Engendering Women

They see strengths
Not the limitations
These are people who will make you proud of yourself
They will tell you why you’re special
Trust you to the point you have to answer their expectations
They make you better than you normally are
You can be proud of yourself
They respect you 
For what you’ve done
Where you’ve come from
They see what you’ve experienced something real
Respect you for your courage
They live by their rules
They do not expect you to follow theirs
They are at peace to themselves
They are not proving anything to you
They are good listeners
Sincere in their interest in you
You feel important
They are available for honest
Genuine discussion
Makes you want to share yourself


Poem Details | by Tesem Agee |
Categories: best friend, brother, caregiving, christian, friendship, sympathy, true love,

True Neighbor

Many days have we lived together,
O John, the chief cook!
I am weary of hunger,
And you have food and water.
Are you truly my neighbor?
Then give me a morsel.

Many months have we known each other,
O Peter, the great tailor!
I am walking around naked,
And you have clothes and thread.
Are you truly my neighbor?
Then sew me a dress.

Here at your door post 
Have I sat for years,
O James, the Physician!
I am sick and dying,
And you have the drugs.
Are you truly my neighbor?
Then wash and bind my wounds,
That I may be made whole.

(Read 1John 3:16-18)

Poem Details | by Ndaba Sibanda |
Categories: caregiving, eulogy, family, mothers day,

Special Love


They are special 
With a love essential
They and only they are endowed 
With the amazing biology of giving birth 
And the natural ability to breast-feed to satisfaction 

They are special
With a love essential
They and only they are the world`s 
Mothers and grandmothers and sisters 
Who can care and love better than a mother?

They are special
With a love essential
They and only they have love that knows
No time, hardship, distance, disability or old age
Because a mother`s love is the epitome of perseverance 

Poem Details | by Peter Dome |
Categories: caregiving, devotion, faith, friendship, inspirational, people, philosophy, religion, sympathy, uplifting,

spread your love

Where their is darkness
let their be light
Where there is injustice
let us put it right
where there is pain and suffering
let us heal it with love
and bless God the creator up above.

When someone is down
reach out your hand
and pick them up
when someone is thirsty
give them your cup
when someone is lost
show them the way
and bring joy and love
by spreading your love each day.

Peter Dome, copyright. 2012.

Poem Details | by Patrick Boyle |
Categories: cancer, caregiving, death of a friend,

Cancer

                                               Cancer
                                      By Lynn Boyle 1956-2014

Cancer is a monster
it has taken my
  
            Mind
 
            Beauty

            Joy
        
            Pleasure

            Trust

It has seared my skin off my body

It has broken my spirit

It has destroyed my hope for any future

It has taken my identity

My independence

And left me


           Waiting for death

Poem Details | by Chukwuemeka Mbah |
Categories: black african american, caregiving, courage, funny, grief, humorous, inspirational, introspection,

POINTING FINGERS

You are one of the reasons
Why they inflate their quote
If you had seized the seasons
Good men could have had your vote


You are one of the reasons
Why our sweet land has gone sour in waste
Here is one of your multiple treasons
You aid corruption just to suit your taste


You are one of the reasons we wedge weighty wrath
Bombs daily detonate like fickle fireworks far north
You decided to do nothing but shut your mouth
So they took our weary sail south

You are one of the reasons the land is inflicted with rape
Overflowing in abundance yet you mong like a greedy ape
Alas our land is grey and old but not due
And it hurts me to know that I am also you.

Poem Details | by Gary Fields |
Categories: beautiful, caregiving, conflict, death, emotions, encouraging, memorial day,

Solitude




The unattainable
    Boundaries'
Of Solitude
    Diminishes
With the Will
   Of God'
And drifts away
   To sand...



Gary Fields
Poet/Author


From:  " The Cross "
           Xlibris Pub  Book #106627
            Rev.  (NOV2013)

Poem Details | by Anthony Scandrick II |
Categories: angel, beautiful, beauty, caregiving, childhood, confusion, courage, dark, daughter, death, dedication, depression, devotion, dream, faith, fear, forgiveness, freedom, friendship, girlfriend, grief, happiness, hate, heaven, hope, humorous, imagination, life, lonely, loss, lost, lost love, love, miracle, passion, peace, relationship, romance, romantic, sorrow, sorry, stress, sympathy, uplifting, heart, hate, hate, heart,

Never Take Hate Outside

When you're hurt inside,
And there's no where to hide,
And there's no one on your side,
And it's killing your pride,
Inside,
Never take hate outside,

When your heart is chocking,
The heavy words never spoken,
The things that hurt you inside,
When love has died,
Inside,
Never take hate outside,

When your heart is gone,
From being alone,
And it beats a solemn tone,

When you're cold inside,
It's only a short ride,
Never take hate outside

Poem Details | by arthur vaso |
Categories: angst, caregiving, death, holocaust, poetry,

Silent Voices

Silent voices

Acid in eyes
Silence

Raped by suitor
Silence

Burned with kerosene
Silence

No books for women
Silence

Beating wives
Silence

No education for women
Silence

Woman must wear masks
Silence

Women must obey
Silence

Women used and abused
Silence

Honor Killings
Silence

Stoning women for a mans crime?
Silence

Murder for two hearts loving 
Silence

A child screams as church bells ring
Silence

Barrel bombs fall like laughing monkeys
On children both small and tall
Silence

Israel treating the wounded of Arab crimes
Silence

I ask you?
Are you a silent one?

Poem Details | by Charlotte Zuzak |
Categories: caregiving, death, health, life, nostalgia, sad, life,

Assisted Living

Life is down to no-frills necessities
in a room with the chest of drawers,
double bed and television.
The walker stands in the corner
waiting to be used to get to the dining room,
the social activity three times a day.
The nurse's aide, with her lilting Haitian accent,
comes around to check during the day:
time for meds, channel change? a walk
down the hall? a glass of juice?
You know that you mustn’t drive a car.
The house is gone, and so are its furnishings,
let's face it, life is over.
Grandchildren come to visit,
sighs of relief when it's over.
Dreams of the past when life was real
occupy time until dinner and bed.

Poem Details | by Smail Poems |
Categories: adventure, animal, april, autumn, baby, beautiful, beauty, business, caregiving, child, childhood, cowboy-western, dad, dance, dark, death, dedication, devotion, dream, easter, education, faith, family, flower, food, happiness, happy, life, love, miracle, mystery, people, rain, science, seasons, summer, thank you, thanksgiving, tree, tribute, uplifting, work,

Work

Work.
Toil.
The pain I put in the ground.
For such a precious thing.
Corn. 
The family enjoys their meal.
They plant their leftover kernels.
And wait for me to tend to them.
Work. 
An endless cycle in which happiness is born.


©Demand4poetry
21 February 2013

Poem Details | by Doris Culverhouse |
Categories: caregiving, childhood, death

Malnutrition and Dehydration

Put down that coke
Write a check to help the hungry
Put down that coke
Death takes lives this is not a joke
Mother gives all,  their agony
Grief doesn't wash, apathy
Put down that coke!

Contest: Dr. Mehta Ram, Rondolet

So many people don't have food to eat nor water to drink; be thankful for what you do have....

Poem Details | by Gary Fields |
Categories: caregiving, conflict, death, dedication, deep, emotions, life,

Forsaken Prayer




When I call for You
And You turn Me away
Why hath' thou forsaken thee
When I am so all alone
And blood runs cold
        Lord God
Why Hath thou
      Forsaken thee
Is thy wicked way
The path from all sin
         - or -
My frustration 
     A catalyst
From which I pretend
Why must I pretend
       Lord God'
Why must I pretend



Gary Fields
Poet/Author



From: "The Cross"
           Xlibris Pub.
           Rev. (Rev. NOV2013)
Book #106627

Poem Details | by Lilith Rodriguez |
Categories: abuse, caregiving, dad, death, family, mother daughter, parents,

Temporary Home

 
They’ve traveled from one house to another.  
Some may say they’re strong enough to go on 
Without a woman to call their mother. 
Attachment is pointless, soon to be gone.  
 
Another house that will never be home.  
Little children crying themselves to sleep,
wondering where they will be next to roam. 
All they can do is to hope and to weep. 

Will they love me enough now, I wonder.
Shall I go away or shall I stay here?
At night, I can still hear the loud thunder
of his footsteps drawing so very near. 

Though I may never find my one true home,
For love, I’ve found- I’m no longer alone.