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death, family, health, history, life, loss, lost love, love, natural disasters
I was as high as the eyes could see
A giant dark cloud of pure misery
I seemed to roll as one with the wind
A giant black wall that had no end
I stripped the land and left it bare
Of the lives I destroyed, I didn’t care
Those who stayed I covered in dust
As their children died I broke their trust
From my hell many families did flee
Left to wander homeless in misery
I changed the word these words are true
Black Sunday brought darkness on you
I didn't see any direct link but just goggle
pictures of the dust bowl and you will see
what i have written for Brian's Contest.
The Dust Bowl - Alexandre Hogue - 1937
Dominique Jon Apple Webb
bereavement, christian, dad, father daughter, november, remember, remembrance day,
My dad always choked when he tried to name,
His friends and comrades who hadn’t returned,
From sorties, dogfights and reconnaissance jobs,
And would motion by his hands about church.
The service on Remembrance Sunday morning,
Would let his worn, torn-up, shredded insides out,
Give him his heart of thoroughfare and ambition,
Respected his silence on the matter of the mind.
children, daffodils, death, love, missing you, mothers day, sad,
old men weeping, daffodils
at the graveyard gate
sons and daughters, motherless
everyone somebody's child
© Gail Foster 26th March 2017
deep, eulogy, friendship, life, passion, pets, seasons,
Has anybody here ever lost a friend
If so or not just don`t pretend
With fields to run with tails that wag
Life can be a quick smoke, sometimes a drag
I feel sometimes like yeah you know
Throw the dog a bone, so he`s not feeling all alone
Amonkst the falling leafs amonkst the heart that bleed
Drunk off pain which sprung from love
This thing called love can take my breath
Humans hold a shovel for those who`s sun has set
I cant explain nor will i try
A truthful friend whom never lied
This quiet room sort of help`s the mourning.
For a pup named easy on Sunday morning
faith, holiday, hope, religion, death, easter, death,
Jesus died upon the cross.
His followers thought that all was lost.
But then Sunday morning came,
And the world would never be the same.
The tomb was empty, stone rolled away.
Christ conquered death and hell that day.
That's why we celebrate each year,
The resurrection of our Lord so dear.
Christ's death bought pardon for everyone,
All of our sin placed on God's own Son.
His rising made all things new,
Resurrection power for me and you.
Sing Hallelujah to the King!
Lift high your hands, let your praises ring,
To Christ the Holy Risen One.
Rejoice in what God's love has done!
Kim Merryman 3/26/12
For Linda-Marie's Easter Inspirations contest
angst, caregiving, childhood, daughter, death, devotion, education, lost love, love, sweet, sweet,
He kicked the chair beneath his feet
Forever in motion
Forever caught in time
My brave solider
How sweet are your cries
Sweet as the cinnamon
On pancakes you told me to try
the first time we met.
The mixtures still fresh
yet the milks sour cow’s got his tongue out
your dead laughter fills the walls
the rope tightens.
So his glassy stare turns to stone
A smile whipped and cracked upon his face.
You’ve never looked so beautiful.
Everlasting memory on resurrection day,
April twenty first will be a red letter day,
So great is the grief and damage,
Tears welled up, happiness faded away,
Entire world was shaken up with agony,
Risen Christ, watched everything.
Saviour’s Blessings will be with every soul,
Upon every tortured and tormented ,
Never feel, God has turned his Face against you,
Days belong to him, he knows the right day to repay,
And therefore, await his final judgement,
Your sorrows will be rectified.
the green apple eyes
pitch black cat
the first row
of the stony
death, life, loss, sad,
The door so softly
I wonder where to go
with half a
I will surely die
without a full
breath to light
a breathless western sunset.
It's Sunday evening darkness
the natural light slipped away
with customary cruelty
your life happiness your day
yet you've had yours already
it began when Friday bore
with promises of Saturday
Friday night comes before
Now you wake Sunday morning
bitter sweet encased warm
conscious of times hammer
incessant on your hollow form
Monday will not be spoken
imagined or part way planned
because Sunday is deaths harbinger
in the modern mind of man
I wish I could run away,
Back to yesterday
When our love was true
And all could see...
Was our good-bye our destiny?
Did death take you away from me?
It was a teddy bear
Just lying there
On the floor
The baby had thrown it out
And then cried about
But the gun ended it
In father’s mental fit
No need now for a bear
Or a father to care
Silence so deafening
The air now thickening.
© Paul Warren Poetry