In Loving Memory of The Man In The Mirror

November 4, 2009 · Filed Under In Loving Memory Poems · Comment 
A man full of love, enthusiasm, and benevolence, A man who was greatly honored as the King of Nation, This dedicated man carried forward to fought for victory, He has the key that opens every door all over the country. This man was the seed of Martin Luther King’s Dream, An incredible dream that everyone has ever seen, A man was [...]

Our Love Still Burns

September 29, 2009 · Filed Under In Loving Memory Poems, Memory Poems, Poems of Bereavement · 1 Comment 
By: Jon Rodger Weston Dinnebeil Our love was slowly dying, And to this very day. I regret all of the problems, because now, you’re gone away. I still here you whisper, My name so soft and dear. And though I cannot see you, I know you’re watching near. I feel our love still burning, So deep inside my soul. Filling every crevice, Drowning every hole. All the good [...]

Sweet Love

August 11, 2009 · Filed Under In Loving Memory Poems · 1 Comment 
Sweet Love By: Kathryn O. The world couldn’t see How you loved tenderly Your touch started a fire Of burning desire Parting was always sweet sorrow But we always had tomorrow To feel your hold so strong I knew that I belonged You were thought to be a boy But oh the joy The simple things for me were best Save the flashy for the rest I’ll never know [...]

Love Lives On

August 11, 2009 · Filed Under In Loving Memory Poems · Comment 
by: KathrynO Now that your gone I will always long To feel you by my side The waves of sadness I will ride Our commitment I’ll continue to abide My heart is broken and will never mend I will continue to love you to the end I pray we’ll be together again some day I’ll keep my wanting to join you now at bay There [...]

Empty Room

July 17, 2009 · Filed Under In Loving Memory Poems, Memory Poems, Poems of Bereavement · Comment 
Empty Room To my love while where’re apart I wake up nightly in the dark I reach to find you… but you’re not there Your beautiful smell has left the air Now my room is dark and lonely I start to cry for my one and only I close my eyes to see your face Then back to sleep with no embrace My dreams [...]

The End

April 28, 2009 · Filed Under In Loving Memory Poems, Memory Poems · Comment 
-Written by Alicia B Me you, This room, Deep pain, No tears. Eyes dry, Heart crying, No words, Everything said. Me you, No more, Loves gone, Not here. Both wronged, Both shamed, Never again, The end!   Originally posted at Free Poems.

My Saddest Day

It all started when in at five past midnight Now I am lying stiff and cold Deep in troubled dreamless sleep. Cotton wool stuffed in my nostrils, I cannot breathe. A rag tightening my jaws together, I cannot protest. My feet bound together, Surely there is no escape this time round. Granny chose they dress me up in my favourite suit, But this time there [...]

How to Forget

April 21, 2009 · Filed Under In Loving Memory Poems, Memory Poems · Comment 
The school of time preaches the art of remembering But souls I’ve crossed crave the art of forgetting And though they say time fades memories ‘Tis not an absolute truth For time reinforces, remembers ever so much more For that which you own, not time nor fate can rob it No event can change it, no circumstance deny it But it is [...]

Tales from the Crypt

April 14, 2009 · Filed Under Death Poems · Comment 
Once upon a weary night Whence old moon pondered Burning away her silver light In days of yore she hath decorated Perched amongst the wandering craven Weaved tales of tales begotten “Look on thy lands so tender They speaketh unto minds moved Of streaming springs and bitter kings That hath paved the path of yore To man his own vengeance and pride That bloometh redder still [...]

By the River

April 7, 2009 · Filed Under Death Poems, In Loving Memory Poems, Poems of Bereavement · Comment 
(For Eric) You said that dad always liked to take you fishing. You had the patience to sit and wait and watch. Crowds of words didn’t chatter in your head and the squawk of crows was enough to settle your need for language. Your landscape was rural—as factual as a barbed hook. Your talent was observation and from the fishing camp in upward look [...]

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