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Poem Details | by
Dalia Shahein |
Categories:
death, depression, destiny, funeral, grave, sad, spring,
Clear blue sky came to witness my funeral , decided to not throw any tears or any stones
Came to say goodbye to me before earth analyze my bones
Down in the river they are drowning my sins , my demons , my guilts
Sea shattered down his waves , asking them to give me some peace
Asking angels not to trap my soul , no ...but to get it release
In the God heavens I'll regrow my soul
I'm not dieing nor alive
And no killing disease to fight so I can survive
Just killing thoughts which is controlling my fate and my path
Poem Details | by
daver austin |
Categories:
death, spring, spring,
DEATH ON A SPRING DAY
Death on a spring day
Outside all is bright and clear
He feels none of it
He dreams of fond times
Love the dream world puppeteer
Poem Details | by
Charmaine Chircop |
Categories:
absence, bereavement, birth,
cherry blossoms drift
upon the wooden casket
life after life
In memory of our dear souper friend Lucilla Carillo,and my husband's cousin
David Chircop who finished this journey ,to start a better one.
May your fragrance of love bloom in the highest of skies as it did on earth.
'Pls remember them,and their loved ones in prayer'.
Poem Details | by
Amelia Harmon |
Categories:
april, beauty, change, death, seasons, snow, spring,
Those cloud clad trees
of early spring, too soon do
cover earth with snow.
Poem Details | by
Kate sparks |
Categories:
bereavement, blue, boy, childhood, death, dedication, flower, imagery, love, memory, mother son, remember, seasons, son,
After the lilacs have gone by,
before golden flowers bloom
we will walk through meadows
soft and blue
and feast on bread with honey
stolen from autumn bees
still drunk in love with sunflowers.
After the lilacs have gone by,
before red poppies dance,
as we wake in meadows
soft with dew
you will kiss my honeyed lips
and we will walk through springs
still drunk in love with bluebells.
After the lilacs have gone by,
before brown leaves of autumn
as we remember meadows
green and new
sweet dreams will flow like honey
from a sunflower child
with eyes the shade of bluebells
Poem Details | by
Sean Fahrnebruch |
Categories:
dark, death, depression, happy, journey, spring, write,
To die before you die is worse then death itself.
Time doesn’t stop as you are sprung backwards.
Now you have to climb forward.
Desperately yearning to revert to your normal self.
Desperately wanting something to spring you back to where you were, happy.
Poem Details | by
Suyash Saxena |
Categories:
absence, adventure, age, analogy, childhood, courage, creation, cry, dark, death, death of a friend, dedication, desire, dream, eulogy, identity, imagination, innocence, inspirational, leaving, life, loneliness, lonely, longing, loss, lost, memory, missing you, mountains, moving on, muse, mystery, nostalgia, sad, society, song, spring, winter, wisdom, words, write, youth,
Hither I stand, at crossroads,
And then I gaze, at the yonder end-
The vague horizon from where I began;
And all that I may ever deem
Is that- my days
Have been a waken dream.
Hither I stand, at the edge of my dream;
Then I wonder, at the depth of my trance-
An adventurous journey through the wondrous woods;
An idyllic stroll through the vicissitudinous meadow;
And from the final station as I depart,
All that I can ever say, is that
Perpetuation has been a rouge
Of fleeting phases of my life.
Suyash Saxena
St. Stephen’s College.
Poem Details | by
Angela Wilson |
Categories:
animals, art, black african american, brother, business, computer-internet, cowboy-western, daughter, death, dedication, depression, education, faith, family, father, fear, food, children, funeral, history, hope, god, spring, water, god, spring, water,
Bright blue skies on a spring day
Fulfills my horizon
Blue birds and robins pass me by
Mountain, trees, and animals
Priase God Abroad
The frsh air bring forth calmness
A quiet serene a waits my soul
Red orange and violets
Represents God's glory
Flowers slowly rise with the sun
And water crickets sings songs of glory
Fresh water arises with the scent
Of of sweet savory of God's spices
Beach rolls in the lazy tide
I sit back and enjoy it all
The art of spring is glorification
Of all tings God created
He's the world famous artist
He
Poem Details | by
Betty Bolden |
Categories:
adventure, autumn, baptism, beautiful, beauty, butterfly, christian, courage, death, spiritual, spring, uplifting, woman, day,
As I rise this day,
thoughts of you go through my mind.
I thank you for another day,
I pray I can do things your way.
The winter is in full bloom Lord,
the chill in the air today is cutting
through the trees,
The branches are crisp and the sky is cloudy,
I pray the day is warmed by your touch,
Lord,I love you so much.
The day is beginning now,
help me to live a life today
that glorifys thy name.
Written by:©Betty Bolden
Poem Details | by
jan oskar hansen |
Categories:
easter, grief, spring, spring,
Eastertide.
A cloud of polished steel hangs over
The village, hollowed eyed people
Look up to the sky
Where is spring this year?
Like the man on the bridge they can
take no more.
For Paulo, the old carpenter it was
all too much, no wine could still his angst
of not seeing another spring and
his nightly screams echoed till dawn.
Dogs barked his time was over
hanging in the shed between his tractor
and work-bench.
This shook the village out of stupor
No more waiting for what may never come,
a pig was slaughtered its blood an offering
to life itself.
The feast lasted for days.
Poem Details | by
Kyle Maples |
Categories:
death, nature,
Dogwood flowers bloom
On the same thin, twisted branch
A lone flower dies
Poem Details | by
Reason A. Poteet |
Categories:
celebration, death, growth, spring, winter,
double etheree
Watch
for spring
to roll round
at Easter time.
Resurgence of green
starts to wake up the world.
Warmer days tag chilly nights
saluting sunshine and showers.
Familiar trees and bushes blossom.
Spring begins to re-cultivate our minds
from the intermission of winter’s freeze.
Winter is harsh but with good reason
nature knows to slow down and rest.
Winter is stark yet she’s skilled -
sidetracking us with snow
and wiping out pests.
But best of all
Christmas is
on her
watch.
written 26 March 2016
Poem Details | by
Karlin K. Jensen |
Categories:
confusion, death, depression, heartbroken, moving on, pain, recovery from, relationship,
The summer days are long gone,
the sun hidden behind dark clouds.
My heart has been iced over,
pain and sorrow frozen inside me,
time stopping, dying in the ground.
Barren, colorless earth waits hopefully
for the sweet promise of spring.
Encased, preserved from the winds,
feeling utterly nothing in the snow.
Yet on day, the sun will return,
and the frailest plant will peek through.
What died in the bitter winter
will be reborn, redeemed, renewed,
revived for a purpose now unseen.
So for now, I will wait here in the ground.
Poem Details | by
Brandon Carter |
Categories:
autumn, death, love, romance, spring, summer, winter,
Written November 17, 2013
The summer dies slowly
Into autumns arms
And winter does linger
Until spring breathes at dawn
I've fallen for you
Cast under your spell
My gaze as stone
As the old towne well
My face as pale
As the moon in the night sky
My heart unspoken
Left wondering why
These days are so chaotic
Yet these nights so serene
Poem Details | by
Deb Adams |
Categories:
april, environment, flower, grief, march, may, spring,
Soon I’ll be sneezing.
Plenty of tissues in hand.
Rather than sniffing
In the fresh air.
Naps with Benedryl
Give some relief.
Injections for allergies
Simply caused more grief.
Crazed with discomfort and
Options so few,
My nose needs a miracle
If one comes in view.
Newly cut
Grass is a big achoo, too.
Spring is the culprit that
Outjinxes me. She
Opts to sprout blooms that are
Never scent free.
March 23, 2017
Poem Details | by
Michael Benkhen |
Categories:
animals, death, life, loss, nature, people, sad, seasonschildren,
All children gather,
'pon Eostre
...and it's Gregorian majesty incarnate
to view the remnants of the mighty hare.
To view the symbol of the modern spring;
...(and it's victorious savior).
A savior, whose torn scraps
still linger 'pon the tractor's wheel
...and the "dozers come to take his home.
The children see their spring become a graveyard
...and the majesty of spring, shattered;
an innocence revoked,
and yet more land unjustly taken;
...from the mascot of Gregorian spring.
Poem Details | by
James Horn |
Categories:
bereavement, spring,
Summary of My First Day of Spring
or Shortest Poem I Ever Wrote
Think More Time I Should Devote?
First day of spring did start ensuing;
Now many new things had to be doing;
Took shower after body took a beating
And ended up in Landscape Meeting.
That is how it was and what happened.
Used category of bereavement for my
body and Spring for the rest of it.
James Thomas Horn
Retired Veteran
Poem Details | by
boulai Vang |
Categories:
death, fantasy, farewell, flower, life, lonely, pain, sad, sorrow, red, spring, red, spring,
Finally came upon such beautiful scene where the eyes cannot resist.
With such pure fragrances taking away the sadness and the purpose of life,
Lies under these red cherry blooming trees, the sadness and painful endurance of each falling blossoms.
Each leaves and flowers reminisced of my past.
As the spring passes by, nothing is left behind.
I pick up the red blossom flower and smile, as the spring vanished,
I faded with the season, shedding the last drop of tear surrounding by red blossoms.
Poem Details | by
Gail Foster |
Categories:
death, loss, sad, sea, seasons, spring, winter,
damn you, winter tide
leaving behind in your wake
shells on shores of spring
by gail
Poem Details | by
Rosann Fode |
Categories:
birth, death, irony, spring,
Across the snow melt in the field
A calf pushes free from his mother.
The cattle call and none do yield
As she cranes her neck in welcome.
She licks the womb’s natural shield
And nudges him to awaken,
But he lies where he fell in the field
As the grass breaks free beside him.
The prairie to the sun has kneeled
Until the line between is illusive -
Golden of sky, golden of field -
The breaking birth of the season.
Poem Details | by
Rain Dubilewski |
Categories:
adventure, animals, death, life, nature, people, philosophy,
They flocked into town.
Loud, Pushy, Laughing
They left their Tropics
To celebrate the Great Fest,
Banqueted by Instinct.
Mashing and gulping sour
Red and Purple bits,
Juice dribbling sticky
Down their Breasts,
They stumble about,
From one hung over bar,
To
Another.
Each drink Drives them
Farther until,
One
By
One
They drunkenly Crash to their Deaths
In the Windows we use
To View Them.
Poem Details | by
Benjamin David |
Categories:
adventure, beautiful, beauty, dark, death, depression, imagination, journey, lost love, love, sorrow, spring, summer,
She glances
From afore does she stare
Poised passive without motion
Petals grace and glance in glimmer
Dans la roseraie de la vue
Attractive allure into light's lust
Marinating morning's delectable dew
Entwined is she in the rose's vine
Flowered fluorescence enclosed eloped
Claret joues et l'éclat rose
From the bud doth she now call
Flowered glances doth pollen pose
She glances...
Coeur brisé
Poem Details | by
Eric Thomas |
Categories:
analogy, death, earth, fear, innocence, mystery, nature, spring, symbolism,
Silky white, pink-tinted petals pushed by dreaded zephyr
They brush against cheeks; comfort sensually skinned
Delicate, freshly bloomed, fall like widows who have wept
I should too if not for ignorance willfully kept
Poem Details | by
Tanika Cooks |
Categories:
death, life, nature
Falls Folly is that all will Founder
Falling slowing to the ground, or
Floating atop a liquid mirror
It all displays a death
Short and kind
Or
Brought about by brutal winds
Throwing pieces through the sky’s
But Fall is only victorious for a time
Because in spring life returns
In the Form of budding babies
Born anew: yellow, green, and blue
Poem Details | by
Robert Ronnow |
Categories:
birth, body, death, father, joy, son, spring,
It was with almost joy
that I watched at my father's
deathbed. His struggle
to let go
of his body and thoughts
was like being at a birth.
But now I'm not so sure.
Now that I'm back
with my life.
Unlike Lear
who will never, never
see his daughter again
I feel the man's presence
in every third thought
as one who went before.
Twice that Spring he said
Rob, I'm dying
but I failed to ask my question
What is it like?
He wouldn't have been able
to say. Not
because he didn't know.
Because it's so
much like living.