Elegy Rose Poems | Elegy Poems About Rose
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You rapped half yourself around the world
With outrageous rhythm and rhyme
Did crime did time
Bound yourself in chains
Etched your name in fame
While your other half remained unclaimed
In a book of poetry
You wrote in quiet moments
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Where now I find the depths
And gentle beauty of your soul
As every petal of your being
Now unchained unfolds
A Rose that grew from concrete
Now I breathe your fragant breath
A Man I never understood in life
Now I understand in death.
Written: June 9, 2010
A tribute to: Tupac Shakur
Inspired by: His book of poetry, 'The Rose that Grew From Concrete'.
Tupac Amaru Shakur (June 16, 1971 – September 13, 1996), known by his stage names 2Pac (or simply Pac) and Makaveli, was an American rapper. Shakur has sold over 75 million albums worldwide, making him one of the best-selling music artists in the world.> In the United States alone he has sold 37.5 million records.
Tupac Shakur’s most intimate and honest thoughts were uncovered only after his death with The Rose That Grew From Concrete, a collection of deeply personal poetry handwritten by Tupac in his own private notebooks over the course of his life - a mirror into his enigmatic world and its many contradictions written from the time he was 19.
In a death
Of a poet
As the moon may had fell
And no more rise out of dark
As the sun my gone
And no morning for man
No more no more
Made her song salt and sad
And tears ocean so deep
Mourning mourning of song
To mourn the song
Mourning peace with peace
She put a rose
Where the wisdom in tomb of rose
Soft and keen
And she kissed his tomb
Her last kiss
Warm and deep
And his tomb
Cold and deep
A white rose
In bloom on Paddy’s grave
White the colour of his fur
And white was once the colour for true love
I planted the bush the day he died
And now it’s part of him
The day we lost him
Is still too painful to think about
St Patrick’s Day
I remember, instead
The year before Pads died
We expected to lose him then
But stronger medication gave him more time
Gave us more time
The garden full of happy daffodils
Like the whole world was smiling with us
Now I stand at his grave
Kiss the last rose
And whisper, ‘I love you.’
4th November for Constance’s Elegy contest
Dedicated to Papa (1947-2004)
All I can say right now is wow
It has indeed been too long
I never really listened to the radio
Until I hear that one song.
It takes me back so many years
To when I was just three
When we were riding in the truck together
You sang to me like I was a baby.
It takes me back to those years on the lake
When I caught my first fish
We took it home to Grandma for a surprise
For that day, I longingly wish.
It takes me back to my earliest memory
of you and me watching T.V.
Grandma Miriam was there as well
So I must have been just a baby.
It takes me back to when Grandma died
And you married Jessica instead
I began calling her Grandma as well
And I brought her the fish that was dead.
It takes me back to that summer
When I fell off the golf cart
You told me that seeing me cry
Was truly breaking your heart.
It takes me back to hearing you sing
For the last time in 2005
It was Alan Jackson then, too
Just a little before you died.
It takes me back to that day
When you weren't doing so well
We went to see you in the hospital
That visit made my heart swell.
It takes me back to that day
When I got off the bus
Nana was there and she told me
That you were no longer with us.
It takes me back to just a week ago
When I heard Alan Jackson's song
And, for the first time in two whole years,
I actually sang along.
True, my tears were running
But I knew that the crying would help
'Cause I could feel you singing along with me.