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Beautiful Elegy Poems | Elegy Poems About Beautiful

These Beautiful Elegy poems are examples of Elegy poems about Beautiful. These are the best examples of Beautiful Elegy poems written by international PoetrySoup poets

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How beautiful it can be

How beautiful it can be:

see your grandfather still so deeply in love with your grandma after she's gone.

How beautiful it can be:

Hear their love story all over again,
About how they've met,
how they found trust,
How they fall in love,
How did they deal with all problems around them.

How beautiful it can be:

Hear how he tells us about how much he loves her,
how much he cared for her.

He said:"She's gone but her pure soul is still with me"
He said:i saw her....she's waiting for me...she's waving at me....She wants me there with her..."

the last thing he said was:

I  can't live without her,

I HAVE TO GO!


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Passing

To see her blog, adorned with pastel tones
Widens the gap that pervades my bones
For now we eat her passing meal of plain white rice
Leaving us all alone, without much needed fashion advice

The red light district has lost an inductee
For I would have love to be involved in her naked party
Yet for now we must all be content 
With the debauched path she hath went.

Sadness invades a binary world
Where tweeters and bloggers hearts have curled
Bringing back memories of Madonna’s ‘Like A Virgin’
Her fashion advice precise like a mastoplexic surgeon

I remember the fervour when you were followed by Kath Kidston
A similar experience when I had my first Jar of Branston
Yet when you found out the intensity with which I was following you
You wanted to change species and become a Gnu

You learnt to accept my frequent outpourings of love
When you finally spoke to me, I felt as free as a pure white dove
But upon your departure I feel pathetic and hollowed
The best I can hope for is the number of one of the hot bloggers you followed

She was always my muse, my intimate inspiration
No-one can cause such an outpouring of personal perspiration
My heart now yearns to see her type a special tweet
One that would make Mr Sexton act like a dog on heat

Now the world mourns the passing of Lily Fulvio-Mason
I can still see her face reflected in my wash basin
With every heart beat, every full blooded pulse
My sadness streaked blood makes my body convulse

But now it’s time to go, my heart says goodbye
The pain eats my nipples like the Syrphid Fly
I can finally see your body laid in an eternal rest
And now I can now finally uncover your breast.


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Oh Syria

Reality is lost and I fear…
That someday…somewhere so near…
I will fall amongst the people so dear…
I fear…that I’ll just be another one…
Another one lost…

I wonder what the cost of my life is
not to get too political…
But I want to know what the cost of my life is
Is it money…is it land
I do not own any of them…I’m just a simple man

I remember…When I ran across your land…
I remember when I kissed my grandmother’s hands…
But you ripped my away from her…From my home
you ripped my away from my heart…you ripped me away from my soul

I feel helpless…I feel low…
It’s hard to play along when I know…I have no role
I have become a slave.
After all the love I gave.

When I look at my country…people I want to save
When I look around me…people I need to change
It seems like a hard thing to do…
when the range of people is way bigger than you

Freedom…oh how much I’ve heard that word
Freedom…oh how this idea has become absurd
when God gave us life…
He warned us only he can take our lives…

Oh Syria…my home
Oh Syria…my all
Oh Syria…what did they hurt you for?
Oh Syria…I’m here…I won’t let them hurt you anymore…
I am Proud to be your son…


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Memories

Sometimes I am glued to the Earth
See every tear,every laugh and every fist…
Sometimes my mind is flying above our world…
Hear every thought…
But even there I have no silence
In my mind the violence I’ve seen…
In my mind memories of heaven where I've been
But memories are past…
And even though they last
They can’t replace the smell of heavens grass
They cant replace every tear every laugh and every fist that there I’ve had
They’re just memories
I wish I was able to go back

and feel home…


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Belle

precious cargo
princess in making
those precise green eyes
the colors of fall
completed with poise
your presence remains
reminiscing on those mornings-
you'd follow me round-
without a sound-
no expectation-
but with the unconditional
limitation.

final breaths within my arms
silent suffocating
death sure appears cruel

Rest in peace Belle. 16 years old <3 I love you.


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The Poet who Did Not Know it

A knife in the pen

Dispensing blood's inks

A shroud of mind

In each cell thinks

The sentence is endless

Each thought is perturbed

The notion of freedom

Becomes more disturbed

Fire the match to the torch to the castle

Instead use a cap, a gown, and a tassel

Such children's toys

Deserve to be broken

They are tools of destruction

Like words never spoken


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Heartbreak

Cold murder
Fierce cold
That waged war with a fire ball
The thunder claps
The rain smiles
Walking down down memory lane
To those beautiful avenue
Young and beautiful was I,
Free to be me.
Those humble memories I hold with nostalgia
I cherish them more than life
Not long ago,I celebrated my victory
My world nose-dived
I was indeed happy,so glad I made it through
But!...My joy starts to crash
In my very eyes
I must survive,but how would I?
Troubles and confusion the path I only know
Listen,I'm a survivour
I told myself and forged ahead
Burying all hindrances behind,let's go.
Time and time again
I look with tears in my eyes
At the recent happenings
And is as if God is gone
Everything seems black
But,can I still hold on?
My heart is broken
Down and completely out
Well I hoe, hope would arrive soon
And this horrendous nightmare would be over
Only to find out I've been dreaming.


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Sketch

 To make a new experience,
once I thought to walk down my home,
from Esplanade to Tollygaunge….. 
 
I crossed the Chowrungee
& walked down the foot of the Grand,
I saw an oldman to his daily daydreams',
eyes to the heaven - and hands to the earth,
leaning there to the marble pillar beside the Bata-showroom.
I crossed him and hundreds passed by,
thousands looked at him
and rest, running to the new market's new brand.
 
Little further I went…
infront of the Indian Museum,
there I saw a woman, with her child in the warmth of her arms,
sitting there crying for her life and praying for her child,
but, none looked down to the present,
rather, eager to know the legends,
and hundreds came out by the history;
rest were still in the museum,
in the future through the time machine.
 
I went on, walking down by the foot,
crossed the road and  further a two minutes of walk,
as I headed to the Victoria Memorial Hall-
the beautiful marble palace and its calm surrounding,
there the couples making their day, and ,
one making a sketch of that beautiful marble architecture,
but, none could make a sketch of that little baby's heart…
who's clothings were only his naked body,
crying for little shelter and thirst for mother's breast milk. 
He was born to make a new life,
and he's lying there for someone could sketch his lost life.
 
I realized then ,
what I thought of an experience to walk down to my home,
from Esplanade to Tollygaunge,
is an experience to make a sketch….
of the real life,
 in Kolkata.


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O BRAVE AND BEAUTIFUL CITY OF NATIONS

Time had passed so swiftly,
but the sadness of yesterday
has never gone away from anyone:
as tears and flowers float on water...
on a new September' morning of late summer,
in this brave and beautiful City of Nations,
revealing a dreary tone, 
which has gathered to grieve
its tremendous losses;
and did that memory ever leave:
our fervent prayers and fondest thoughts... 
to make room for forgiveness?

The souls of all who were struck
by those roaring planes, for a cause so unjustified,
here in a sad, but memorable place are alive
in the eyes of their loved ones;
and their smiles can even comfort them
in spite of the heavy sorrow hanging over them,
and if they could talk to them from their peaceful place...
they'd tell them:  they're beside them to ease their load!

O brave and beautiful City of Nations,
with wide gates and generous hearts...
let this gloomy day turn into a light of eternal hope,
where everyone can hold hands and finally cope
with the intense grief that love can gently free from pain:
by clinging to a promise that never loses its shine!
O brave and beautiful City of Nations,
mourn together and let the flute and violin
console you with their sad harmony;
O weeping hearts, invite joy
by constantly remembering:  how
they laughed and cherished life in every way;
it can be found in the mist of unconquerable sorrows!
O brave and beautiful City of Nations,
when they died, something nobler lived on:
their sacrifice...to lead us into a safer tomorrow!


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When I Die

When I Die
Let the angels sing
Let the sunshine turn into rain

When I Die
Don't shed a tear
I shall be in the 
heavens above

When I Die
Meet me there
Its the beautiful place
that you'll see called Heaven

When I Die 
Nothing will do me no harm
The bad days are gone by
No more weeping eyes
No more mistakes 
No more going through
the pain that ache me

When I Die
God has set my soul free
Now I am free
My life will never be the same
my soul had gotten weak, wasn't able to move

When I Die
Now I will be able to live the perfect life
I always wanted to live
Now here is the peace
for me where I lay my weaken body

When I Die
My eyes will be close 
But never forgetting who I was 
Where I came from
Never forgetting the loved ones 
Family, friends, and enemies
No matter who you were
I still loved you
Nver forgetting who you are

When I Die
As each day passes by
surely I'll miss you 
Maybe you'll miss me too
Don't always come teary eyed
Remember who you are
And the special things that God will have for you

When I Die
Now I will become a beautiful angel
Pray for you above
each and everyday

When I Die
I will be waiting on you
In that special place above
where its called Heaven

When I Die
When I Die


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