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Poem Details | by Andrea Dietrich |
Categories: art, death,

The Long Sleep

Bent forward on his wooden chair,
inside his shack, with not a care,
he sits where fast to sleep he fell.
The old man’s sleeping long and well.

Companions waiting to be fed
or have their master pat their head,
wait at  his feet, but they can tell
the old man’s sleeping long and well.

One spotted mutt with doggie grace
extends a tongue to lick the face
of him whose form is but a shell. . .
The old man’s sleeping long and well.

Bent forward on his wooden chair,
the old man’s sleeping long and well. 


A Kyrielle Sonnet for the Briton Riviere Poery Contest
Link for the painting: http://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Riviere_Briton_The_Long_Sleep.jpg


Poem Details | by Vernette Hutcherson |
Categories: death, hope, inspirational, uplifting, me,

GOD

 
I come to you on bended knees
Knowing you will hear my pleas
By your side is where I long to be
Oh, God,be mercilful to me

Your love I know will forever last
As you free me from my past
In your debt I'll always be
Oh, God, be merciful to me

Lord, I look up with pleading eyes
Toward Heaven, beyond the skies
Your face soon I hope to see
Oh, God, be merciful to me

Now my death, I know is nigh
Take me Lord, with you on high
There, with loved ones I will be
God has been merciful to me

Poem Details | by Brian Strand |
Categories: death, life, seasonsautumn,

HERE WE GO, HERE WE GO

tick-tock  tick-tock
times edges the Seasons around
tick-tock  tick-tock
outdoors ,Summer sounds
tick-tock  tick-tock
times edges the months around
tick-tock  tick-tock
the Autumn harvest abounds
tick-tock  tick-tock
times edges the weeks around
tick-tock  tick-tock
Winter freezes the ground
tick-tock  tick-tock
times edges the days around
tick-tock  tick-tock
then Spring renewal is found
tick-tock  tick-tock
times edges the years along
tick-tock  tick-tock
what will be our song
tick-tock  tick-tock
times edges all,towards another place
tick-tock tick-tock
life eternal,comes only by grace
tick-tock  tick-tock

Poem Details | by Emile Pinet |
Categories: 10th grade, 11th grade, 9th grade, angst, anxiety, emotions, feelings,

The Veil Of Death


Buffed out with time's fine emery Alzheimer's stole your memory. And you sit in your chair and gaze lost in a perpetual haze. There is little left but a shell you're not in pain, but don't look well. And when I touch you, you pull back as if fending off an attack. How horrible to be confined especially trapped in one's mind. And though I wish it weren't so, love only adds to my sorrow. This is something we will work through for I'll never abandon you. And when you breathe your final breath smile at me, through the veil of death. (Kyrielle) 03/12/2020


Poem Details | by Joe Flach |
Categories: death, sad,

Helpless

Doctors make their routine rounds each day
Well-meaning zealots come in the room to pray
I sit here sharing tears with you
I wish there was more that I could do

To fight the cancer, they can do no more
Your body has lost this hard-fought war
There is no other course we can pursue
I wish there was more that I could do

You are far too young to leave this world
How can I carry on without my girl
I would do anything to help pull you through
I wish there was more that I could do

I watched you release your last breath
No miracles were left to ward off death
One last kiss before the final adieu
I wish there was more that I could do

Poem Details | by Sandra Adams |
Categories: death,

like a widow

pitiful what the mirror holds with glassy eyes, death now beholds tangled webs of skin's layered shawl, like a widow, night comes to crawl lies sticky sweet, hang bead to glass as memories of life soon pass death grabs the soul within the shawl, like a widow, night comes to crawl darkness drains the last bit of hope, dangles his prey on tiny rope then pulls the strings from tattered shawl, like a widow, night comes to crawl

Poem Details | by Josefina Costales |
Categories: break up, death, depression,

Slow death

He bestows on me a cold smile,

though I plead for him to stay awhile

He strips me off my weak defenses.

I'm dying here in slow pieces.

 

Desperation steals my breath,

emptiness tucked in its sheath,

permeates slowly through all my senses.

I’m dying here in slow pieces.

 

I see derision in his eyes,

pitiless through my silent cries,

he walks away and leaves no traces.

I’m dying here in slow pieces.

Poem Details | by Andrea Dietrich |
Categories: death,

Dust to Dust

Ashes to ashes, dust to dust -
All mankind to their fate are led.
To face it - though - each human must!
There’s no need to pray for the dead.

Like motes of dust or grains of sand,
God’s children, through his worlds, are spread.
We wither but we go on, and
there’s no need to pray for the dead.

Yes, truly, I believe that we
one day will be where angels tread
to live again eternally.
There’s no need to pray for the dead.

Death takes our loved ones like a thief.
Pray for those whose tears are shed,
who must go on despite their grief!
There’s no need to pray for the dead.


March 25, 2017 for the Dust Contest of Shadow Hamilton

Poem Details | by Robert Pettit |
Categories: bereavement, sorrow,

God It Seems Is Crying For You

It's now seven straight days of rain. It just exacerbates my pain. Gone is the sun and sky of blue. God it seems is crying for you. What sorrow your passing has brought. You left me so sad and distraught. I cannot believe it's all true. God it seems is crying for you. I reminisce about the years. I cannot avoid shedding tears. Can I accept your life is through? God it seems is crying for you. There's no denying that you're gone. I know that I must carry on. At times, I won't know what to do. God it seems is crying for you.

Poem Details | by Brian Strand |
Categories: death, wife,

A KYRIELLE the form

WIDOWMAN

He missed the warmth,in her arms
He missed all her feminine charms

He missed the softness of her kiss
He missed contented married bliss

He missed fulfilment in love's embrace
He missed intimacy,face to face

He missed his sweetheart helpmeet
Coming home,no one to greet

He missed the thoughts of his soulmate
Each day recalling their first date

Not for a second had he regretted his choice
Each minute now,he missed her voice

He missed his love so very much,
And sharing life with his old dutch.


Poem Details | by Brian Strand |
Categories: death, introspection, people, time,

DOTAGE

Despond,despair then decline,
Whilst wiser one recall:
Days are numbered for us all.

Inching ,ever unregarded,
The relentless timebelt turns;
Days are numbered for us all.

Reminiscing days of old,
Stories of yesteryear unfold;
Days are numbered for us all.

Here and there a fall,a stall,
Ever onward is the call;
Days are numbered for us all.

Poem Details | by Brian Strand |
Categories: death, life, sad,

SILENCED SIGHS

Vast are their numbers,unknown their names
Staring helpless,with needs unseen
Their screams silenced their sighs;
Hungry,helpless their questioning eyes

Drought,destruction and crippling disease
Perhaps a few pounds now will appease
Those silenced sounds and sighs;
Hungry,helpless questions with piercing eyes.

Poem Details | by Sandra Adams |
Categories: death, ocean, sea, storm,

atop these grains of sand

amidst the dunes of restless seas
my arms outstretch in sorrowed pleas
beneath the lash of winds i fall
atop the grains of sands i crawl

in the wind my whispered prayers
this salty air my tears it bares
as your name i begin to scrawl
atop the grains of sand i crawl

the drapes of life are slowly drawn
my weakened legs cannot go on
i wrap myself within death's shawl
atop these grains of sand i crawl

the waves against the shore they lave
beneath the pounding beat my grave
and as my final breath i drawl 
atop these grains of sand i crawl

Poem Details | by Bette Bavington |
Categories: angel, appreciation, baby, beautiful, cute love, death,

I'll Never Forget

My little girl who lives beyond the stars 
I didn't get to know who you are it was all so 
bizarre.
It gave me the creeps.
As I held you in my warm arms you went to 
Your eternal sleep.
My heart broke in to pieces
As I choked out Felice.
All I could do was weep.
This hurt went deep.
I will never be the same.
My life with out you can I reclaim?
I may never be able to go asleep
I am thinking about my beautiful little baby girl 
Who now lives beyond the stars.
Oh! Baby, my heart will never forget how you 
Felt when you were in my arms I thought for
Me to keep.