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emotions, grief, longing, loss, lost love, memory, morning,
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.
September 29, 2018
~ Third Place ~
Contest: Your Choice Flower Verse, Any Form, Any Theme
Sponsor: Brian Strand
emotions, grief, heartbroken, lost love, memory, metaphor, solitude,
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.
October 14, 2020
~ Second Place ~
Excerpt from: Lost In My Lost Cinnamon Dreams; May 9, 2019
Premiere Contest: Rithimus Divisa 10
Sponsor: Gregory R Barden
bereavement, grave, husband, loss, love, memory,
Tapestry of Life
In the still graveyard overlooking San Francisco Bay.
Her husband's young body doth rot and in profound
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
And when she touches it, all the magical love they shared~
still sings in it!
December 28, 2019
absence, farewell, grandfather, grief, memory, thank you,
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.
A granddaughter that misses you dearly.
was just a cat
a dear friend
of sixteen years
for humans i’ve not shed so many tears
Child of God
has been put to sleep
the feline way
so they say
nor was any soul more loved
confusion, dark, death, depression, farewell, fear, funeral, grief, life, lonely, loss, lost, memory, pain, sad, sympathy, me,
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
cancer, death, grief, memory, mother,
sometimes in mass
as sacred songs
wash over me like rain,
I break free
and again you rise,
your tears flow
as tears fill my eyes,
your dying breath
after so many years,
the knife still cuts
and again, and
(20 May 2015)
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.
Just linger here with me.
grave, memory, remember,
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
death, farewell, goodbye, grief, memory, missing, tribute,
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.
absence, death, memory, rain,
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.
For Broken Wings Five rhyming stanzas - 5 only contest
( This is fictional)
N. de Jager
grief, hair, history, memory, metaphor, nature, slavery,
Dear Southern Gals
Savannah - oh honey
You beautiful Belle
Your locks long and loose
And silver as well
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
cry, dad, death, eulogy, father, father son, memory,
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
angst, death, lost, memory,
favourite pink sweater
she lingers in the fabric
tears mingle with scent
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
death, goodbye, love, memory,
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.
for The Last Letter contest
Sponsor: Silent One
death, destiny, forgiveness, judgement, life, love, memory,
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.
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.
absence, death, lost, memory, seasons,
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
death, memory, pain,
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
art, bereavement, dark, death, memory, sorrow, symbolism,
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.
I never saw where they buried you
I read what you wrote at your mass
Your memory is buried within me
Where your words are still throwing dirt
Monday, July 27th
Composed for Four Lines Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Constance La France
cry, depression, dream, grief, imagination, memory, spiritual,
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.
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.
The sands of time.
As minutes turn to hours
Hours into days.
Memories of yesterday!
best friend, death, memory,
Let the flags all stop their waving,
Let the traffic lights turn red.
I was informed this morning,
That my best friend was dead.
Let all the world be still,
Stop the sands of time.
Stop the presses, stop the show,
This man was a friend of mine.
Let there be no laughter,
Not even to hide a tear.
You have taken my greatest treasure,
and decided to leave me here.
Life now has no meaning,
there's no project I want to start.
Stop all the things that I once loved,
then stop my beating heart.
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