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Poem Details | by Susan Ashley |
Categories: emotions, grief, longing, loss, lost love, memory, morning,

Morning Mist



In dampened blur of violet dawn as angels’ weep did touch upon a mourner’s shoulders mist enshroud - to soften edges gauzy haze that hug around these painful days and mellow memories endowed in sacred stillness of time gone. In silent water droplets clear is beauty precious every sphere collecting on the silvern spires midst leaf and scented lavender reminding me of when we were devoted in our love’s desires - each flower holds a lost love tear. Susan Ashley September 29, 2018 ~ Third Place ~ Contest: Your Choice Flower Verse, Any Form, Any Theme Sponsor: Brian Strand


Poem Details | by Susan Ashley |
Categories: grief, heartbroken, longing, lost love, memory, missing you,

Lost In My Lost Cinnamon Dreams



Cinnamon memories catch my soul in snares as I trace in anguish the curve of your lips in a photo stained sepia with my tears - a thousand words spoken through my fingertips; wishing you to be the breeze teasing my hair or the sun on my skin after its eclipse, let mare’s tails twine us in a heavenly kiss -- cinnamon stirs my bittersweet reminisce. Susan Ashley May 9, 2019 ~ Third Place ~ Contest: Favourite Poem From May, 2019 Sponsor: Julia Ward ~ Second Place ~ Contest: May 2019 Premier (Max 8 Lines) Sponsor: Brian Strand *Mare’s tail: a long narrow cirrus cloud whose flowing appearance resembles that of a horse’s tail*

Poem Details | by Panagiota Romios |
Categories: bereavement, grave, husband, loss, love, memory,

TAPESTRY OF LIFE, AN ELEGY





             Tapestry of Life


In the still graveyard overlooking San Francisco Bay.
Her husband's young body doth rot and in profound 
silence lay.

Overlooking that city, where he married his young wife.
Who now recalls the beauty of his all too short, vibrant life.

The many walks on those heavenly hills, the poetry they read.
The coffee shops of North Beach, alas, their aromatic memories
So dreamy in her bowed, widowed head.

She stills dons her inexpensive, gold wedding ring to this very 
minute.
And when she touches it, all the magical love they shared~
still sings in it!



            December 28, 2019

Poem Details | by Emmy Weatherill |
Categories: absence, farewell, grandfather, grief, memory, thank you,

Dear Grandpa

The leaves have turned brown and crisp
And I've remembered 
How much you've been missed
On a day like today 

It's the days when I feel down
And I'm sad
That you're not around 
Desperately in need of a grandpa's embrace

You were like my best friend 
And I'm yearning 
For the hours we'd laugh on end.
Now I'm doing quite the opposite 

The memories harvest in my mind
As I bow to your grave 
With flowers of all kinds
Commemorating the part you played
In shaping the person I am today. 

Yours sincerely, 
A granddaughter that misses you dearly. 


Poem Details | by daver austin |
Categories: animal,

IN MEMORY

IN MEMORY

twiggy
was just a cat
a dear friend
of sixteen years
for humans i’ve not shed so many tears


Child of God

she
has been put to sleep
the feline way
so they say
nor was any soul more loved

Dave Austin




Poem Details | by Reynaldo Mast |
Categories: confusion, dark, death, depression, farewell, fear, funeral, grief, life, lonely, loss, lost, memory, pain, sad, sympathy, me,

The Empty Tissue Box

My heart was in such pain
I felt like I was going to go insane
I just don't know what to do 
And my eyes full of tears that distort my view

I fell to my knees and felt the urge
My muscle tighten and pin needles struck me like a surge
My body was warm and with feelings so confused
My mind felt sadness had fused

I could not conquer my fears
I just sat down and fell into tears
When some close to you passes on
It felt like a warmth has gone

So I raised my hand towards a box that was empty with no tissue
I first was embarrass and had a little bit of issue
All my friends hugged me and said sorry for your loss
So now I cry in my bed and toss


April 14, 2013


Poem Details | by Heather Ober |
Categories: grief, memory,

Linger

Let me close my eyes for a moment,
For a fleeting breath or two.
Let me linger here
In a slice of setting sunlight -
In that place between
Awake and a-dream
Where you still breathe with me.
Let me see your smile for a moment,
For a fleeting beat or two,
And hear your wind-chime laughter
In that place where you are whole -
Where you're not a fading piece
Of my wilting history
While your gardens grow without you,
While your church bells sing without you,
While we go on without you.
Please.
Just linger here with me.

Poem Details | by Steven Federle |
Categories: cancer, death, grief, memory, mother,

Memory

“Memory”

sometimes in mass
as sacred songs
wash over me like rain,
 
I break free
and drift 
into memory,

and again you rise, 
your tears flow
as tears fill my eyes,
your dying breath
whispering
good bye;

after so many years,
the knife still cuts
and again, and
again

I cry.

(20 May 2015)

Poem Details | by Charlie Smith |
Categories: grave, memory, remember,

Beyond A Name



     With pride to boast when gnarled in vines
     that seek to take as nature's own
     this citadel of time will be defined
     more than just letters carved in stone

     Though time and tangled growth obscures
     truest course of meaning now laid to rest
     honor held most sacred from love endures
     upon this face were such intentions prest

     Proudly this guardian of life's measure stands
     a post to which nothing else would ever claim
     that beckons pride with hushed commands
     mysteries held to know beyond just a name

     Overgrown With Vines Contest
     Sponsored BY Broken Wings
     09/26/2016

Poem Details | by Kendra Ruczak |
Categories: death, farewell, goodbye, grief, memory, missing, tribute,

Pygmy Forest Song

I lost you out there.
You never came on home.
I called for you and I called to you,
but you never came on home.

I lost you out there,
in the bushes and the brush.
I called for you and I yelled for you,
but you never did come home.

Don't say you couldn't hear me.
I won't listen if you do.
I lost you, and I left you,
and you never came on home.

I lost you out there,
but it's what you seemed to want.
I yelled for you for nights and days,
but you never once yelled back.

I walked and walked between the trees,
squinting toward the sun.
I called for you and I screamed for you,
but no, you never did come home.

Poem Details | by Kim Merryman |
Categories: absence, death, memory, rain,

Thinking of You

A curtain of rain obscures my view,
    as I gaze out my window and think of you.

You've been gone for many a year,
     leaving only memories for me to hold dear.

And hold them dear, I do indeed,
     embracing them when I'm in need.

You see, the rain poured down on that day too,
     as I gazed out the window, thinking of you.

A knock on the door and two uniformed men,
     regretfully informed me of your life's end.

8/28/16
For Broken Wings Five rhyming stanzas - 5 only contest
5 couplets.
( This is fictional)

Poem Details | by N. de Jager |
Categories: grief, hair, history, memory, metaphor, nature, slavery,

Dear Southern Gals

Dear Southern Gals

Savannah - oh honey
You beautiful Belle
Your locks long and loose
And silver as well
Muted mementos
Of suffering of pain
Of tears you have wept
Long rivers of rain

Georgia - oh honey
You dear southern Belle
Your story is cruel
And shameful as well
Your tresses have witnessed
In somber green gray 
The heartbreak the pain
The ship of that day

Oh Savannah oh Georgia
You dear Southern Belles
We hear you forever
Plead guilty as well
Now savour your beauty
The new dawn can’t wait
Start combing your hair
It’s time for a braid

Nicole de Jager		April 2018

Poem Details | by Xuefeng Pan |
Categories: cry, dad, death, eulogy, father, father son, memory,

To My Father

Should n't I feel so sad, when my father is dead
Should I feel Like others? Clearly knowing their fathers dead

They were truly happy  at each moment  I saw them, 
It seemed that their fathers would not die ever
This made me jealous, felt no funny by too hard to accept

The fact is that everybody dies and everybody is  born with a cry
Cry, cry for appearing and cry for goodbye

Until no seen in nowhere, out of eyesight, 
Left a father  be felt by heart, even without sunlight

Poem Details | by heather corum |
Categories: death

in memory of......

you were here and now your gone, but in our hearts your memory lingers on -you are loved 
in heaven and here on earth, god made you special even before birth- you made us laugh 
you made us cry ,when you were around you made time fly- you touched us all in a special 
way, your words of wisdom are here to stay

Poem Details | by Michelle Faulkner |
Categories: death, goodbye, love, memory,

Remember

Beneath the fleece of winter wool we share
You sigh in your sleep as I brush your cheek
I know, in your bliss, you are unaware
I will be gone with the moonlight's retreat

Strange fortitude, the peace of mind you bring
When once I wrestled and despaired this fate
But I take my leave on the grass of spring
Your love the pivot as our worlds rotate

So wherever in space or time I go
Keep me as the warmth within your slumber
See me in flame's spark, in a flake of snow
In twilight's newborn stars without number

Feel me in fine dewdrop kisses tender
Like the dawn's dream you almost remember.

12/14/18

for The Last Letter contest
Sponsor: Silent One

Poem Details | by Jim Tidd |
Categories: death, memory,

REJOINDER TO KPM and CGR

It only takes a few years gone
for everyone to forget that song;
though often later generations
will not keep their venerations
of cherished family now long past,
faint memories die off real fast!
Faces lost, even distant laugh,
if not captured in photograph;
portraits peel and fade away
unless in museum they do stay,
and even when on wall they bask,
most future viewers often ask
“Who is that person? Who were they?
Were they important in their day?”
Statuary might be concrete,
memoirs can be indiscreet,
tombstones often wear away,
nothing on Earth can long stay;
we return to dust, one in the same
while only few win lasting fame.

Poem Details | by Tony Brady |
Categories: death, destiny, forgiveness, judgement, life, love, memory,

Men stumble

Born from a line of kings,
to be the Messiah or the antichrist,
or something equally as great.

I have fallen from the path that was laid before me,
but I will not, I cannot,
fail my fate.

My eyes have been forced wide open,
so my realities I must face.

And for all of those who are hoping,
that I’ll take my rightful place.

I have failed you for now,
yes, I have let you down,
but I am still alive.

So please hold on and forgive my wrongs,
and I will lead us toward the skies.

I will give my everything,
that I have to give,
because I know you are worth this love.

Then we can dance,
in the Golden halls,
and sing of what once was.

Poem Details | by Richard Lamoureux |
Categories: angst, death, lost, memory,

Scents of Loss

favourite pink sweater
she lingers in the fabric
tears mingle with scent

Poem Details | by Rick Parise |
Categories: absence, death, lost, memory, seasons,

to weep in misery of bitter truth



climbing stairways within my mind 
I sit alone this silent night
and play a song upon the keys
in quiet melody to find relief
for many days have come and gone
and no ones here to share my song
for you have passed like seasons change
from sunlit beauty to wind and rain
where flowers no longer sway in tune
to weep in misery of bitter truth




Poem Details | by Robert Lindley |
Categories: art, bereavement, dark, death, memory, sorrow, symbolism,

Yet A Spark In This Lost Soul Still Ignites

Yet A Spark In This Lost Soul Still Ignites

Cast into barren deserts of sorrow
no real joy and no hope for tomorrow
In burning darkness and hot blasting sand
endless sad tunes from destiny's band.

Nights are so cold and without future plans
sorrow's furnace blows its misery fans
Death, your deep, clawed grasp has taken this soul
I, walking shadow, now with no life goal.

Every new dawn, hot sun bakes and defeats
this tired old beating heart with thirst it treats
Hours pass as years, I find no real relief 
from deepest caverns of this epic grief.

Yet a spark in this lost soul still ignites
faith in my mind, I shall win future fights.

 7-21-2017



Poem Details | by Sandra Adams |
Categories: death, memory, pain,

a bounce upon the ground

these petals unfold
like thoughts of mind
heavy as the weight they bear
this benumbed september day

in the crux beyond a seed's gather
viscid drops of crimson red
carried off by wings of time
now daffing in the cooler air

the hive of mind
through torturous stings of past
grounds me thickset
in honey coated memories

i still taste the poison
lingered from your lips
bitterness of venomous lies
through death's astringent kiss

my love for you, it tarries
no greater than the buzz
amidst these dandelions
stomped upon your grave

September 4, 2019
Where Bumbles Bounce Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Craig Cornish

Poem Details | by Diana Hill |
Categories: death

A Memory


Minute by minute
Day by day
My memories will 
Never fade away.
As I close my eyes 
I see your face,
I feel the warmth
Of your embrace.
Reaching and feeling
Into your mind,
To become one in time.
I looked into your eyes
I felt your soul.
I felt the passion
You left behind.
Shifting through
The sands of time.
As minutes turn to hours
Hours into days.
Memories of yesterday!



Poem Details | by Willow Tree |
Categories: cry, depression, dream, grief, imagination, memory, spiritual,

Trapped

In my dream, I saw a weeping man Not knowing what he had done, I lent him my hand When he reached, his hand slipped through mine Turns out his soul was trapped in my mind.

Poem Details | by Sandra Adams |
Categories: death, memory, pain, sunset,

17 is the Lucky Number

idyllic fake smile, an empath death holds
a supine body twisted in the folds
lamenting memories seep through the pain
where incidental weakness falls like rain
ten fold the weeping willow tree's own bane
veneration seeps with crimson tinged night
as her aura blends with the fading light



july 15, 2019

Poem Details | by Janice Canerdy |
Categories: bereavement, happiness, holiday, memory,

Thanksgiving 1999 Thanks



Sometimes it’s hard to choose one memory
to deem the most significant of all.
Thanksgiving, though, is different. I find
that one by far is sweetest to recall.

Thanksgiving 1999 would be
the final holiday we all would share.
We feasted, talked, and dozed all afternoon.
The next year, there would be one empty chair.

Our dying father wouldn’t make it through
the holidays. Though life would never be
the same, I smile remembering that last
Thanksgiving all the family would see.


Date: November 12, 2019

Contest Title: A Thanksgiving Memory Poetry Contest

Sponsor: Regina Riddle