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Poem Details | by Leon Stacey |
Categories: death, dedication, faith

Not Without Honor

When a man of God
Goes the way of all the earth,
The prophet's home town

Celebrates his life
And honors him after death
With weeping and praise.


Poem Details | by M.P. Shaudd |
Categories: emotions, feelings, grief, heartbreak, love hurts, sorrow, wedding,

Dance in Your Honor

If I could take back
What we didn't share
The dance in your honor
With everyone there

I would have paid it in gold
To drink you all in
But one problem remained
The dance had to end

I'd have to pass you along
Onto someone else
Break free from my feelings
Repressed not in stealth

I'd get back in line
And do it again
But the pain I would feel
When it came to an end

So...

If I leave of this earth
Know my intentions were true
May my first dance in Heaven
Be reserved just for you

Poem Details | by David Byrne |
Categories: death

HONOR

You who are about to die will enter,
with thought and mind as hard as a walnut.
Despair; your armour plated heart, better
to preserve your certainties in the rut.
Discomfort visits those whose eyes are shut. 

And we who are about to die salute,
a time well spent, in honor that is mute .
Discard; in superficial rite resound,
and felt life’s throbbing soul down to the root.
Does comfort visit those there in this ground?

Poem Details | by karen croft |
Categories: death

to honor our dead

tombstones stand row in row
American flags fly peacefully among the dead
their blood was not shed in vain
they served,
they honoured,
they stood for America!


Poem Details | by Kay Cassio |
Categories: death, love,

In honor of Christina Grimmie

A heart like hers was true,
To me, I always felt like I knew you.
To many, a blessing you were,
When all of a sudden, there came a blur.
It all came down fast like the rain,
Giving my heart the greatest pain.
On the floor, I was curled up in a ball.
I was ready to crumble and fall.
On my knees, I was praying.
In my head, your songs I kept replaying.
You are now at peace,
My tears will now cease.
Forever your name will live on,
As if you were never gone.
With love,
Away you flew like a white dove. 

Poem Details | by Michael Degenhardt |
Categories: death, family, friendship, happiness, love,

Honor Them (Septet)

Eulogize
Not with somber tone
Allow some fun to come out
Let the memory be one of youth
So, remember as happy
Leave us not to cry
In mourning


Septet syllable count is 3,5,7,9,7,5,3, unrhymed

Poem Details | by Robert Ippaso |
Categories: anger, death, grief, hope, jewish, memorial, remember,

The Unforgettable - in honor of Holocaust Memorial Day

When the sirens wail
A memory’s restored
Of the millions lost
That by God were so adored.

Senseless slaughter
Beyond belief,
Only Satan’s plotter
Could crave this untold grief.

The years have passed,
Generations born anew,
The wish of mourners massed
Humanity slowly to renew.

With one voice all of us decree
Such abomination never shall repeat,
In a world where rarely we agree
We all vow never so mistreat.

But for this moment silent we remain
To say a prayer for those who suffered so,
Old age they never did attain
Yet now bask in the Lord’s eternal glow.

Poem Details | by Jessica Amanda Salmonson |
Categories: black african american, death, evil, murder, political, satire, youth,

In Honor of Our Boys in Blue

Upon the Occasion of No Charges Filed
Against the Cops Who "Accidentally"
Fired 107 Bullets at an Innocent
Mother and Child.

Our heroic boys in blue
No matter what else they do
Like to shoot you on the double
Know they'll never get in trouble
Never have to raise the bail
Never serve a day in jail
They're the heroes of our nation
On another paid vacation.

Poem Details | by Andrew Fairchild |
Categories: death, endurance, loss, love, sad, wife, writing,

Sonnet 8 'In Honor of My Wife'

How Audacious, I, to think:  “I’ll make a book…”
To think that some will love to read my rhymes.
Approval’s a path I long ago forsook…
But still, I love to share my words, sometimes…
Because I hope the anguish we all feel,
By being read in me, helps some feel heard…
Because Joy is a Leaven in the Meal,
Because I hurt, and cannot heal – absurd?
I lost my wife, and never brought her home,
And I am broken, sundered… my hope is shed,
And so, I write, and hope I’m not alone,
That I can make her Live, still, though she’s dead.
And so, I think I’ll make my book for HER,
And to God’s kind Judgment, I will defer…