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Poem Details | by Silent One |
Categories: angst, death, father son,

Submerged in Shallow Streams

Shimmering silhouettes haunt.

Shadow stands still, 
observing his soul drift towards 
the tree of melancholy.

Its morbid image stands silent,
but screams inside the mind.

I could write a million pensive poems,
yet the pen could never express,
how emotions remain unexplained,
because suppressed silent theories
and words left unspoken mean 
regretful raindrops fall to the 
rhythm of each somber sigh.

Tears create shallow streams,
but still we remain submerged.

Eight years on and I wonder, 
if we will stay here forever.

Simple Musing
Silent One
18 November 2018

Poem Details | by Faye Gibson |
Categories: bereavement, death, son,

Your Living Marked My Heart

Do others think of you the way I do,
the embryo that grew beneath my heart?

There is so little proof you lived . . .
a metal marker on a grave,
a lighter, a wallet
that they gave . . .
two certificates, official,
like parentheses -

I sometimes see your friends . . .
on those days,
you seem alive in little ways.

Do others think of you the way I do,
the boy who grew into a man,
unspoken dreams, unfinished plans.

There is so little proof you lived . . .
some childhood books
and art, and yet . . .
how deeply marked
your living carved my heart.

© March 5, 2014, Faye Lanham Gibson

Poem Details | by Faye Gibson |
Categories: angel, grief, son,

Across Galaxies

I passed beneath the bridge today
close by the place you once called home,
and I sensed your latent footprints
still lingering upon the stone.

I wonder . . . did you pass that way,
mysteriously, in the night,
as guardian angels carried you
across the galaxies toward light?

Faye Lanham Gibson
Copyright, July 24, 2014

Poem Details | by Gina Archibald |
Categories: death, dedication, devotion, faith, family, loss, son, sympathy

Heaven Just Could Not Wait

Mommy, Why do you cry?
Daddy, Why weep?
The angels up here.
Are so loving and sweet.
What a beautiful place,
No sadness or fears.
And whatever you ask,
God always hears.

His love surrounds me,
I am not alone.
I am comforted and loved,
I am happy at home.
So, here for you,
I'll patiently abide.
Keeping our mansion ready,
Warm and cozy inside.

I'm very close by,
And in your hearts I will stay.
I'm not really gone,
I'm just a heartbeat away.
The angels were singing,
As they opened the gates.
As you see, for me,
Heaven just could not wait.

Poem Details | by Timothy Hicks |
Categories: blue, childhood, dad, father son, grief, identity, innocence,

The Man of the House

You left without saying goodbye
and now I'll never know what it was like,
to have you teach me, eye to eye.
You left without saying goodbye.
Now who will show me how to ride a bike
or chide me when I tell a lie?
You left without saying goodbye
and now I'll never know what it was like.

NOTE: Fictional.

Yet again, another old poem, but have some newer ones in the back-burner. There are so many things to write about, if only one is in the mood and state of mind to organize those thoughts into something tangible and readable.

Poem Details | by Victor Apeanyo Jr. |
Categories: lost love, love, sad, son, song-sympathy


A place still lies
Lonely and untouched
Every night it cries
Seeking for its walls to be patched

A place still lies
But dead in its self
With broken memories
And an empty shelf

I struggle to find myself
In the midst of all the strife
But above me a cloud of darkness
So thick, full of sadness

The place will still lie
But not utter a cry
It shall continue to die
Because no one asked why

Poem Details | by Patricia Langston-Moran |
Categories: death, warred, snow, red, snow,

Son of War

The snow fell on bloody ground
turning the white to red, eating the silent
flakes till they disappeared into red dust.
The hand lay still...hopelessly bound
in death. Warm red snow was not meant
to melt and cover white life with lust.

No breath melted the blanket of white
dancing playfully on the mother's son
who lay coldly quiet 'neath nature's cover. 
He had wanted to stay...not feel the splice
of war...taking him beyond the red sun
atop the earth where the hawks hover.

Poem Details | by Tim Ryerson |
Categories: death, son,

A Piece Of Me Is Missing

It's like getting your leg amputated
For a while the phantom limb throbs and aches
Until you recognize and accept the fact
That it's just a ghost playing evil pranks

A phenomenon occurs in the morning
That will forever remain a mystery
Those few seconds between waking and sleeping
When you don't yet realize who or where you are
You get a short reprieve until
"Oh yeah, I don't have a leg anymore"

For HGarvey Daniel Esquire's contest 

Poem Details | by Chris Day |
Categories: anxiety, death, fear, mother, mother son, sad, suicide,

Dead Mans Eyes PTSD

Do you ever see me?

I see you every night. 

I see your lifeless body under the street lights. 

I hear you mom screaming let him be alright. 

I see the gunshot wound going through you like butter with a knife. 

You blood keeps pumping with no end in sight.

You stair at me with a look of dead eyes. 

You ask me for help, but why?

I didn’t make the choice to take my own life!

Then the look I’ve never seen comes across your eyes. 

It’s like I can see the soul of a man I’ve never met until tonight. 

I see the pain and heartache you’ve had to survive. 

Tonight is the night I’ve seen a a dead man eyes. 

By Chris Day

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 Andrea Dietrich |
Categories: mother son,

By My Grave

By my grave, soberly you stand
this bleak and barren winter's day.
Some flowers you hold in your hand.
Will you have anything to say?

Or will you - as always - silent be?
By my grave, soberly you stand.
So few kind words you'd had for me
when my hour glass ran out of sand.

Little from you did I demand,
and love I gave you from the start.
By my grave, soberly you stand.
Love has to be there in your heart!

I think about your childhood years
At least a few of them were grand!
You speak! In your voice I hear tears!
By my grave soberly you stand.

9/18 for Silent One's  Poems that paint a picture 2
and now for John Hamilton's  Best Rhyming poem July-September 2017

Poem Details | by Michael Wise |
Categories: anniversary, death, father son, grief, remembrance day,

That January Day

You loved me, this I know
but then you had to go
and things were never quite the same again

On that January day
I kind of lost my way
and those thoughts and feelings just elude my pen

I was but eleven
when you went off to heaven
it was quite a jarring lesson at that age

And now 40 years have passed
since the day I saw you last
when I learned the hard way I must turn the page

You know, I miss you dad
and I would be so glad
if only I could see you once again

When I finally come your way
I’ve a world of things to say
All those feelings once elusive to my pen

© Mike Wise

Poem Details | by Line Gauthier |
Categories: christmas, death, heartbroken, loneliness, loss, mother son, sad,


His mother just passed
He didn’t know how he’d go on
She’d been his everything
Most loyal friend he ever had
The love she had for him
She always said undying
But here she was gone
He never felt more alone
Immune to sounds and
Christmas lights 
All sparkle gone

Submitted on December 11, 2018, for contest 'A SAD CHRISTMAS' - DECEMBER 2018 WRITING CHALLENGE sponsored by DEAR HEART - RANKED 2ND

Poem Details | by Gary Smith |
Categories: anniversary, death, world war ii,

A Nation's Son

Lichen claimed the headstone
As he lay there 'neath the ground,
Long since tended, overgrown
No flowers to be found.

The grave was of a soldier
His duty borne with pride,
June the 6th '44
Was when this young man died.

In this unkempt graveyard
Sleeps a nation's son,
Who paid the price, his sacrifice
His actions, bravely done.

Here lay but his mouldered bones
For when he fell upon the sand,
The Lord came to care for him
And held his waiting hand.

Entry for
YOUR CHOICE,any form,any theme Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Brian Strand.
5/6/2019. Placed =1st.

Poem Details | by Tim Ryerson |
Categories: death, son,

I Dream That I Dream That It Was Only a Dream

“Row-row-row your boat gently down the stream
Merrily-merrily-merrily-merrily life is but a dream” 

Wake up Dad! Wake up!
That nightmare again, huh?
I’m starting to take this personally
You tryin to get rid of me or something?

I just ran over to Jason’s to give his CD back
C’mon outside, I’ll show you
See? Not a scratch or a scar
Don’t you understand? It never happened…

(Oh yeah, can you drop my suit by the cleaners?
BIG occasion…Once in a lifetime ya know
Gotta look sharp and stylish
That girl I like might come
Yeah I know , I’m kinda dreading it too
but He says they can’t start without me)

Poem Details | by Darlene Gifford |
Categories: angel, death, heaven, son,

Final Flight

Last hug.

Torn from my arms,

you fly with the angels.

I see Heaven's gate opening-----

for you.

Poem Details | by Alexander Seal |
Categories: care, death, eulogy, family, farewell, funeral, goodbye, grandmother, grief, heaven, how i feel, hurt, i miss you, mom, mother son, philosophy, psychological, sad, spiritual, spoken word, uplifting,

Two sides of death

Death was dreaded. 
Dreaded more. 

Being told, 

The day arrived. 

The bond was broken, 
The memories ended, 
There was grey nothing. 


For me: 

For her: 

Two sides of death. 

In memory of my mother

Poem Details | by Tim Ryerson |
Categories: death, son

Last Time I Saw You Alive...

We exchanged harsh words...
I let you walk out that door
without a goodbye

***For Paula's contest

Poem Details | by JP Hugo |
Categories: bereavement, dad, goodbye, grief, hurt, i miss you, suicide,

My Son

As a tear runs down my cheek
the world might see me as weak.
But a pain that has no end
devours me day and night
until I feel spent,
useless, a candle without light.

Could I have done more?
Why didn't I dig to the core?
If only I made that last call
maybe I would have seen
his ultimate brick wall
How different things could have been.

But now is the hour to let go
Time to fight my own foe
allow him the peace and rest
Only has he forgone me
His sun setting in the west
a short while before my own will be.

Poem Details | by JoanMarie Peranteau |
Categories: bereavement, death, grave, grief, imagery, loss, son,

A Mother's Worst Nightmare

a cold stone bears his name
grief pours onto his green plot
prostrated mom shouts "why?"

Poem Details | by James Fraser |
Categories: bereavement, death, hero, mother, son, war, world war ii,

Favorite Movie - Poetry Contest

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Poem Details | by TAMMY REAMS |
Categories: angel, blessing, death, grief, kiss, missing you, son,

Angel Kisses

A soft whisper across your cheeks
Of memories and love that gave you peace
My son has passed my tears I shed 
Have made me weak as I retreat 

A Mother's beating heart of sadness and love
To the flutter of wings from above
Giving goodness and Grace at an endless pace
Your angel has come so pure and white

 God gives his gift of love
An angel kiss for Mother from Son


Screwed II Sponsored by: Rob Carmack   Past contest: Stand by me
     T Reams  6th Place

Poem Details | by JAY JOHNSON |
Categories: absence, abuse, addiction, africa, age, allah, allegory, allusion, analogy, animal, anniversary, anti bullying, april, arabic, assonance, autumn, baby, beach, best friend, betrayal, bird, birthday, brother, daughter, death, faith, father, hope, life, loss, lost love, mother, nostalgia, religion, satire, sister, son, sympathy,



                             The Apple PASTURE

Oh how I long
To drift into the apple pasture.
Were once was and all well meet.
A pure and dear site.
Where silver reflection cover the still waters that holds the golden
grains of morality and the grazing souls lie young amounce no stars.
Oh how I long
To drift into the apple pasture
Were winds smell of melon and the trees whisper spring corals in the mellow dark and best of light and time creeps into no tomorrow.


Poem Details | by Betty Bateson |
Categories: bereavement, child, loss, son, sorrow,

Often I Think of Him

Often I think of him 
his sweet quick smile
bright blue eyes
smooth clear skin 
I dream of him water skiing
playing ball  
hockey with friends 
so young and strong 
sometimes he is reaching for me
for a goodby hug which hurts the most
because he never did say goodby 
the night he died 
it was so sudden there was no time 
to really know what was happening 
my last embrace of shock and pain 
so sharp it could have been a knife 
piercing my very soul 
a vicious kick in the stomach 
an agony like no other 
none even close since 
my boy, my child 
my heart ripped out ragged and torn 
throbbing in wait of relief
from a constant nightmare     

Poem Details | by Daniel Spencer |
Categories: angst, art, childhood, confusion, depression, devotion, family, father, forgiveness, history, life, love, mother, passion, people, philosophy, sad, social, son, sorry, sympathy, teen, thank you,


Forgotten but here
Remembered yet never there
Why do you exist?