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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 Marty Morris |
Categories: absence, death, depression, devotion, grandparents, grief, heartbreak,

Grandpa



Quiet again, 
As he sat and pondered.
His memories remained, 
As his mind always wandered.
His aching heart,
He could not show.
His thoughts went to her,
His pain would grow. 
The silence grew,
As the long days went by.
He turned to see,
She was drawing him nigh.
He stood, he stretched,
Gave one big yawn.
His time, he knew, 
Had come by dawn. 
Together in Heaven,
They shall forever remain.
No longer to be,
In insurmountable pain. 

By Marty Gail Morris 
11/05/2016

This poem is dedicated to my grandfather. In heaven now with my grandmother. I loved them both dearly.

Poem Details | by Dominique Jon Apple Webb |
Categories: bereavement, character, courage, cry, dad, death, deep, children, freedom, grandparents, grief, heart, heartbreak, hero, history, horror, humanity, light, loss, peace, political, psychological, remember, remembrance day, rights, soldier, strength, success, truth, uplifting, voice, war, work, world, world war i, world war ii,

My Life for Yours

(about the two wars)



I gave my life for you, 
My grit was your prosperity, 
So that you could do. 

I swallowed at the task, 
Girded myself bravely, 
Prepared to have a mask. 

When self-awareness engulfed, 
And loneliness overcame, 
Determination was loved. 

I fought a man every time, 
I faced the thwarting enemy, 
No easy game of mine. 

I strove to either succeed,
Or to sacrifice my everything, 
But the opposition to impede. 

I thought of family and you, 
Freedom and liberty, 
And the rightness of the two. 

Poem Details | by Kuleza John Lembi |
Categories: absence, cry, death, funeral, grandparents,

MORNING SHADOW

With his back lying on a torn mat
Consuming the thoughts of tomorrow
Gazing at its fruit
Heavy was the mind to lift

His heart burned in sorrow
Darkness took over the light
How it would be for the tender souls?

How they wished to remove the yoke
Orphanage was not a joke
So interesting were the nights
The nights of folktales

Tears we could shade in dreams
The sober minds conquered
conquered with complicated dreams

A hard morning to believe
With a darkest shadow
What a sorrow departure he had
Never to return


Poem Details | by Gail Roberts |
Categories: death, family, father, grandparents, loss, missing, mother,

My Roots, My Genes, My Life

Nothing in me is Her
Yet everything in me is Of Her
Nothing in me is Him
Yet everything in me is Of Him
Nothing in me is Them
Yet everything in me is Of Them
They are all gone now
And
I miss them.

Poem Details | by hudhaifah siyad |
Categories: absence, anniversary, death, grandparents, psychological, remember, tribute,

GRANDMA

GRANDMA

I can complain,
And all day talk of,
People in distress.
I can also walk away,
Away with my ego and pride,
And all day boast of,
People I have helped abstain,
From suicide and from pain,
But,
Unfortunate I am that I lost,
A friend, a darling, my best,
My teddy, my only one, my right hand,
Unfortunate I am that my tears dried,
After the many years for you I cried.
But,
As of today grandma,
I want to smile and pray for you grandma,
Sing for you songs you sang me grandma,
I want people to know,
That you're still alive grandma,
And drinking from the rivers of paradise, 
And smiling back at my happy face,
Saying that that's my baby, my grace.

Poem Details | by Lu Loo |
Categories: death, dedication, devotion, grandparents,

Papa's Place Of Rest

~Grandma’s handmade quilt rests gently upon papa’s place of rest~ November 6, 2016

Poem Details | by M. L. Kiser |
Categories: angel, bereavement, dream, family, feelings, grandparents, poems, poetry, spiritual,

CONNECTION

I dreamt you
in golden threads of sunlight;
streaming, dancing, mingling with
azure waters...

dreamt you calling,
singing out my name in your regal orcan tongue...

dreamt you in each face that peered
from liquid silver seas...

dreamt your body's etheric touch
amidst cool tranquil waters...

dreamt our souls as one;
bound together; two spirit dreamers...

dream you now a foggy memory
since the whalers came...

but, as all dreams do;
you too soon…fade.

I awaken from this abysmal, astral realm…
reaching, stretching for your spirit.

Alone again, I will touch you again…
in another time.

Copyright, 2-20-14

Poem Details | by Feli Elizab |
Categories: abuse, addiction, bereavement, grandfather, grandparents, grief, i miss you,

A Drunken Fool's Lovesong

I will mourn for you today,
and ache for the comfort
of when I used to lay my head
across that Buddha belly of yours,
and you used to sing me 
your drunken lullabies
(though I knew no difference
at the time). 

And I will listen
to this song:
mariachis' high-pitched gritos
accompanying the blaring
brass-tasting trumpet players.

This time, when I see you
dancing to it, sombrero atop
your silver strands,
you won't reek
of that amber-colored
death
anymore.

Poem Details | by L.C. Jarrette |
Categories: august, bereavement, blessing, death, grandparents, journey, thank you,

Sunset Mourns a Mirthful Song

T'was the saddest time of the year

When one is resting, one oh so dear

Yearning for the presence that once was there

Reminiscing that white silky hair



But time will pass and time will heal

The heartaches and the pain we feel

Though none ever help but wonder

Where he journeyed in that deep slumber



The thrill, excitement and adventurous ride

In crossing that great divide

Then death would be a blessing 

To whose heart is strong

The day the sunset mourns a mirthful song

Poem Details | by Tom Burns |
Categories: death, grandparents, love, marriage, missing,

Love Named Eternal

"Till Death Do Us Part" - long ago both of us said,
And never lied, since you're right by my death bed.
As always, I am letting out a laugh in the end,
While you are crying and holding my hand.

Throughout all our lifes, to you, I never lied,
And our Love, named Eternal, has never died.
Some people think that Love eventually fades,
But we proved them wrong through many decades.

The chorus starts singing my farewell song...
Don't worry, my dear, nothing is wrong.
Yes, we may be now in different worlds,
But my Love for you still eternally holds.

Poem Details | by Tanis Troutman |
Categories: bereavement, betrayal, death, family, funeral, grandparents, grave,

GHASTLY GRAVE GATHERING

Ghastly Grave Gathering 

Gran and grandpa are gone
Giving grandchildren gifts
Generations greedy
Guilty, grabbing for gain
Granted gratis gold goods
Girls grovel gracelessly
Gluttonous grandkids grief 

November 2016

Poem Details | by John Beam |
Categories: beautiful, bereavement, family, grandparents, happy, i miss you,

just a Spoonful

came from smoky bars                                                                                                                                                   missing grandmother’s riddles                                                                                                                                    laughing little dog

Poem Details | by Thaomi Pham |
Categories: grandparents, grave, grief, longing, lost love, love,

Times of Grieving

I kneel before her.
Met her when I turned age six.
May her poor soul rest.




Poem Details | by Kumkum Sharma |
Categories: dark, death, deep, grandfather, grandparents, growing up, life,

The home that once was

When that old tree fell on the ground, 
along fell all the buds and pretty flowers 
all that was green and glooming,
everything that the roots held together.

All that is left now 
are broken twigs,
withering flowers,
and decaying leaves
dispersed all over the ground
abandoned, vulnerable
dancing around,
being abducted by the wind.
And the whole universe mourns
the home That once was.


Poem Details | by Dollin Holt |
Categories: age, bereavement, grandparents, grave, grief, heartbreak,

For David Who Lived Next Door

The old man's khaki shorts
Still hangs on a string fastened 
to the back of his rocking chair
On the veranda

As the wind blows
The chair rocks noiselessly 
I remember poignantly 
As the hour drew near

He wore his khaki shorts
Sat on the rocking chair
Gazed upwards 
Like one counting the clouds

He mumbled:
Lord, is it it?
Receive my poor soul,
I tried.

Poem Details | by SCHYLAR ROSE |
Categories: christian, grandchild, grandparents, grief, heaven, memory, missing you,

Dear Grandparents

I know you still sad and heartbroken,
but these words is my appreciation token.
You loved me in your own special way
Unconditional love, I received everyday

Your visits to my grave I find pleasant, "but Oupa why so early in the morning?"
and Ouma "why when its so windy and storming?"
I know I was the apple of your eye
Your sunshine, your rainbow in the cloudy sky

I am sorry that I left so soon, but I had no choice,
I was called home by our Heavenly Father's voice,
Go on without me, live life without this weight
And know that I will wait for you at Heaven's east gate.

Poem Details | by Ann Foster |
Categories: celebration, grandfather, grandparents, grief, hero, i miss you, longing,

Grandfather

Grandfather

My hero is gone now, 
He was a real man, 
among real men. 

They walked tall, 
in his time. 
They took no guff, 
spit, and shook your hand.

Their “word”, 
each, and every “one”,
chiseled in stone, 
carved in ivory 
and counted as gold. 

Dignity. 

Poem Details | by Ann Foster |
Categories: 12th grade, angel, bible, confusion, gospel, grandparents, grave,

The Restaurant

The Restaurant 
(55+ )

Crows eyes and acorn feet, 
What will I look like, 
When I get old?
When will that be?

Kindergarten ABC’s, 
Elementary 123’s, 
High (School) on something they call life, 
College a scam, 
Marriage demand(s)
Family, a fan, 
and then…

When will I be old enough…
To know I am old enough…
To not have to ask.