Elegy Inspiration Poems | Elegy Poems About Inspiration
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To eulogize your life when we have spent so many years apart
gives me comfort and memories of your precious passed life
You speak to me in my dreams and share images of a castle by the stream
it's walls shine of elegance a beauty of luster gold for your soul it now holds
My Mother, you are now a jewel of heaven, a gem in God's crown
as his loving arms hold you and his angels wings wrap around.
I know you sit in the room of hearts and some day you will take me in your arms,
while the angels play their harps like the soft swaying sound of a violin my soul
will then depart.
As I stroll to the waters edge of sadness and my reflection is looking back
I see my mothers wonderful smile our characteristics and mannerism
you blessed me as a child.
Tonight I will sleep and you will whisper in my ear all the stories
from the day that I was born, taking away my sadness and
giving me comfort to help me not to mourn.
So on Christmas morn when I awake from my dream that we shared
I will not see the lights from my Christmas tree
only the glow from the angel who has given me a life and a soul that is free.
T Reams 12/3/15 I miss you Mom
Copyright © TAMMY REAMS | Year Posted 2015
One day I'll be gone
And it will be surreal at first
And you may question much
But you get to choose which is worse
You will remember all of our talks
I will help you recall
And our memories may cause you to tear
But I pray they never cause you to fall
One day I'll be in a different world
A new experience to discover
At the same time I'll be by your side
But we won't physically interact with one another
And I'll be sad to see you sad
So I hope you find only the joy
In the journey we shared together
Where I'd make you laugh and feel annoyed
One day you will question this world
And think that life is too short
But don't let the grief get to you my warrior
This is your battle to be fought
I am proud of your growth
You are doing so well but can't see
How much you have evolved as a person
And how strong and centered you can be
One day you'll look at stars
And wonder if I'm somewhere in between
But I'll be right there smiling upon you
But my smile will be unseen
Just know that I am with you
I'll play songs to help remind
And be open to trusting that it's me
In the little signs that you find
Have faith in the dreams that you have dear one
It is not your imagination
I'm simply trying to speak to you
Through my form of communication
One day we will be reunited
Only once your mission is complete
So laugh everyday and find reasons to smile
Until the next time we meet
Copyright © Shakeela Kingzley | Year Posted 2015
The crow is solemn among the branch,
Staring at nothing but horizons and bark.
The snow capped scene it did surround, in the quiet, sleepy
and noisy town.
The crow shudders its wings and wakes the snow in a hazy
Clouded shroud the crow did go
He had witnessed the inhabitants more than he dare see
The abuse, the guile the festering fleas
The rodents of theatre masquerading a foul vigor
In duplicated ego, and whispered intuition.
He saw the truth he saw the daily lies the grand hypocrisy
The grand prevail.
They cannot ere another fable the replica of tales repeats
In ceaseless curiosity.
He flaps amongst the cold air and feels the rush of europhia
As he dances with ability, freedom and choice
The crow moves in unstoppable momentum towards the observed horizon
And behind the orange glow of life.
Copyright © Paul K K | Year Posted 2016
The land of Zaatar, Zaytoon
The land of progressive and loving people
at her core.
The British Empire promised the rocky terrain
(From which the Empire yielded no fruit
To displaced people: The Jews;
The Jews called her
The promised land:
The land promised to them.
For at the heart of her is Jerusalem:
The town holy to both Mohamedians
And the Jews:
the loving cousins they were once.
Became a country of division, feuds!
A country of Bloodsheds
The country of bitter tears shed.
The land of people confined in unsanitary camps
Surviving on the margins:
Their minds becoming unsound;
Day by day!
Like a blood tap turning into a blood sea.
The land of diseases,
The land of infant deaths
In sea of numbers
The land of famished folks,
The land of murky waters and no hopes.
Where the bitter seed of hopelessness
Turning into a thorny tree;
Bearing blood fruits!
The land of forgotten people,
The land of bitter feuds !
The land of peoples’ pleas
The land of peoples’ suffering
Unregistered in our collective psyches
Copyright © YASEMIN BALANDI | Year Posted 2016