Here .. i am sitting on the grass..
Wondering as you are sitting beside me…
Your foggy image is appearing…
I am requesting you to come under the clear sky..
as i am…!
I Am Waiting For You..
just to capture you in my soul…!
Everyone is happy with thier love…
And here i am with nothing but my emptiness…!!

I am waiting for you…
to come and sit with me…!

My life is waiting for you…
to complete me…!

My God is waiting for you…
to bless you…!

My Prayer is waiting for you…
to join me…!

My Eyes are waiting for you…
to capture you in my soul…!

My Arms are waiting for you…
to wrap you tightly…!

My Palm is waiting for you…
to write your name in its web…!

My Dreams are waiting for you…
to dream of you…!

My Trust is waiting for you…
to have faith in me…!

My Lips are waiting for you…
to share with…!

My Victory is waiting for you…
for the celebration…!

My Shoulders are waiting for you…
to lay your head on it…!

My Mind is waiting for you…
to lend me some cherishable memories…!

My Breath is waiting for you…
to entangled with your breath…!

My Heart is waiting for you…
to rest in mine…!

My Legs are waiting for you…
to walk along…!

My cell is waiting for you…
to ring me up…!

My Pearls are waiting for you…
to shed before you…!

My Alive Graveyard is waiting for you…
to place my favourite flowers on it…!

This post was originally published on In Loving Memory Poems at Waiting for You.

BY: SARAH GAMUTAN

This post was originally published on In Loving Memory Poems at Miss Pollack’s Lamentation.

Demoniac souls whisper of certain human decline.
They are the haunting calls which lead our minds to madness.
Demons of negative thoughts try to shadow the divine.

Angels sing songs peacefully of our holy design.
Their divine keeping our minds focused on happiness.
Let the power of positivists among angels shine.

Evil a wicked and cunning scheme of tempting sweet wine.
Be careful of how much it contaminates the wholeness.
Demons of negative thoughts try to shadow the divine.

Humankind will always find a way to cut the vile vine.
Mother earth will replace evil with vines of fruitfulness.
Let the power of positivists among angels shine.

Humans by nature are both demons and angels combine.
Hope the demons loses to the angels’ of holiness.
Let the power of positivists among angels shine.
Demons of negative thoughts try to shadow the divine.

This post was originally published on In Loving Memory Poems at Demons and Angels.

by Robert M. Hensel

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Rights:  The author grants visitors to this website the right to use the above poem  for memorial services etc. as long as the author is given full credit for his work.

This post was originally published on In Loving Memory Poems at Let it Be.

Granny chose they dress me up in my favourite suit,
But this time there will be no return journey.
My brothers have put me in a box,
I am on display in the Living Room.
Living Room, what am I doing in the room of the living?
But they cannot hear me,
Because I cannot speak.

I hate this fake smile plastered on my face by the mortician,
It makes my Maggie cry.
Besides, what’s there to smile at?
And what’s Maggie doing calling out my name?
Can’t she see that my ears are blocked with wool?
I cannot hear her.
Look at little Krystal;
Does she even know I will not be opening my door for her?
Not tomorrow. Not ever. Never. No more Deshi!
Even Simon is here and he is crying.
Are those tears for me or for the twenty
Thousand shillings that now I will never be able to pay back?
But at least he comes near me unlike Olive
She has chosen to day to be afraid of me.

I thought I was mush loved at my place of work;
Where is my boss and workmates taking this box that am in?
Oh my! Oh my! Its 4PM!
Time for me to begin that dreadful journey
Jack fruit trees and banana plantations.
I so hate this path,
Mother took it and never came even though it was so close to our house.
You don’t believe me?
Then what of Aunt Harriet, Aunt Eva and Aunt Bernadette?
Little brother Douglas and Maggie’s Henry;
They all never came back!
I hate this path. I hate it! I so hate it!

And this pit they are lowering me into,
I don’t even know these men.
Who are they and why are throwing me in a pit?
Now I know I don’t like this pit and I don’t like these men either.
Hey someone, Maggie, please stop them!
You know how much I fear darkness.
Don’t be fooled by the shallowness of this pit,
Its too dark and very deep.
They should not put me down there,
I will never come out!
I will never come back!

This is very strange,
Everyone is throwing dirt at me.
All because the priest said dust to dust and ashes to ashes.
He lied! I have never been dust or ash!
Everyone is wailing even the more.
Are they a bunch of hypocrites?
No, that’s how they show their love for me.

They all bid me farewell even though they don’t know where I’m going.
But Granny seems to know my destination,
She tells me to convey her regards to her faithful departed.
So I am now also departed!

Dressed in my favourite suit
On such a tearful day
And with my loved ones abandoning me in the lonely wilderness,
This surely is my Saddest Day!

- by Luyimbaazi Dennice Vadim

Mention my name when you recite this poem. Its a dedication to my parents and all my faithful departed., Mother

This post was originally published on In Loving Memory Poems at My Saddest Day.

It seems fitting
that the men you knew in life
perform this task
These are no strangers
struggling with the rocky earth
no hired men with power tools
It is your sons and grandsons
your daughters’ husbands
who make a place for you
with a shovel
and their hands

originally posted at Black Cat Poems

This post was originally published on In Loving Memory Poems at The Burial of Carol Joy Beglau.

You showed me life
Revealing the secrets

You read my soul
Unwarranted love

*******

You took a path
I could not follow

A right reclaimed
and granted
a thousandfold

*******

Time, re-created,
Is now a gate onto the future

And beyond that gate
Your future has now begun

by Els van den Eynde

This post was originally published on In Loving Memory Poems at Daring Time.

Evening star
On canyon rim
Orion’s image
In Nepal land
A mountain’s love
Were you, my child

Motionless trees
Stood the sky
On moonlit nights
For you, my child

Horizon your prayer
Waterfall your music
The splendor cathedral
Your life, my child

Ama Dablam, a necklace offered
To me, your flesh and blood

When you said, a day resplendent
Fatality broke your song

- by Els van den Eynde

This post was originally published on In Loving Memory Poems at Ama Dablam – Mother’s Necklace.

From Me

If you see a sunset, it’s me, smiling
From behind it.
If I go away far, and you see a star
If you find it,
I’m inside it.
You can fold it, and hold it forever,
If you hide it.
If our words and worlds sever — if ever
I lose you;
If two thousand light-years or seven
Confuse you;
Remember me. Here and in Heaven
I’ll see you.
I’ll be beguiling my filing, still smiling
To see you.
When mountains, magenta and molded
Turn red,
Like you said,
You’ll find the feeling you folded
Not dead.
You’ll steal the swirling sky, turning
With me.
You won’t be bounded, but burning
And free.

Written by Anna V. Williams
Originally Published on Free Poems
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This post was originally published on In Loving Memory Poems at From Me.

Daring Time

- by Els van den Eynde

You granted me childhood
Allowed me to err

You showed me life
Revealed its secrets

You read my soul
Unwarranted love

Then you left…

A right reclaimed
and granted
a thousandfold

*******

Time now transferred
into a gate onto the future

And beyond that gate
The future already began!

- by Els van den Eynde

This post was originally published on In Loving Memory Poems at Daring Time by Els van den Eynde.