Abc Grief Poems | Abc Poems About Grief

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For so many years you been there for me
A souls connection which allowed me to just be
You understood me from beginning to end
You were one in a life time, my best friend 

We have shared so many moments together during your earthly life
The pain of loss is cutting like a sharp knife 

I find myself sometimes staring at where you would be
Waiting to share your unconditional love with me
Your great presence somewhere around playing hide-and-seek 
A comforting spirit allowing me to peak 

I miss your gentle soul in my presence
You helped me keep 'sane' in times I felt resistance 
I knew i had borrowed time with you
I tried to embrace every second of my life with you too

I'm left now with only memories of us
Feels like my soul's on a hop-on-hop-off bus
In search of you to fill the emptiness you left in my heart
We were soulmates from the start

When the sky becomes dark 
and star so bright
I think of you knowing I'm in your sight
With your support, understanding and unconditional love shining as the star's light
I'll forever hold you close to my heart, 
Squeezing you tight.  

With Valentines Day tomorrow we are celebrating love
 light a candle and set our love free like a white dove
Celebrating what we had fitting like a perfect glove
Forever soulmates with unconditional love 

Copyright © Michelle Cotter | Year Posted 2017

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There is a place

There is a place you can go that is full of only love and Warmth .
you will be surrounded by a light that shines from the Heavens ,
Sprinkles of Silver and Gold. 

This place is filled with brilliant colors of Purple , vibrant Gold, all colors.
not one Color is less significant then another ,
for every color is equal here .

This place is surrounded by the beauty of different Flowers.
All flowers have significance here . No one Flower is better then another .
All Flowers are equal here .

It is important you know , you can cry here , and should cry as often as needed .
For  the tears will cleanse your Soul and give the Flowers water to grow.
No  one Tear is insignificant here , every tear has value and not one is better then another .

 money holds no value ,  Where you live , what you own,  has no significance here .

You will be surrounded by a beautiful light that shines from the Heavens .
A shining warm light will encircle you and allow nothing to hurt you . 
Hate will be shed at the door like an old jacket of no use. 

There is a place of beauty and  Worth.
This place will not be found on Earth .
It is a place where no one person is better then another .

Copyright © Shanity Rain | Year Posted 2013

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Losing a game

When you lose a big, important game,
you feel like the world has turned on you,
like it is your fault,
you feel down,
and wonder why this had to happen,
were you ready?

Instead of thinking about what you did wrong,
and focusing on that it was your fault,
think about what YOU could do better,
how things could have turned around
And maybe, just maybe those things will come true.

Copyright © Tiffany Denger | Year Posted 2015

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The Vent

im livin in a world, where all eyes on me.
trying to curve my own route.
but route 66 keeps finding its way to me.
ive been plenty sick, in all the events layed before me.
even when i reflect to my lowest points
i dont regret any of the choices
That I’ve deployed in my era
A lot of it by error, but hey
We live in hell conditions and there ain’t no air condition 
Or any guidelines when life throws you in the sidelines
But when hindsight twenty twenty hits
You’ll begin to understand life’s a bunch of equations and you in the mix of it
An you’ll have to think twice, before running into a situation and becoming the best of it
it’s what got me here, it’s what got us here
Ran with my thoughts blazing up to her place and
Guess what happened next
She opened up heaven’s gate
And just before late I slipped out
Simply put 
I’m a Grown ass man
Doin his thing, waitin to blow up like an old land mine
In doin what he drools over
But time after time 
Something decides to creep up and cover the light
Lost my way
Then I revoked to ever know, I ever thought that way
But in the in between time, that in the mean time 
Spent a lot of time
Gettin pissed off just to medicate and lift off
Don’t need Don Perion to sip off
Already had my way with the bottle
Even thought to get back with the trouble and rejoin the hustle
That’s just what happens to a man who really knows his old ways
Whos tired of making ends meet and ponders getting back to the streets.
Memory sets in and he remembers an O.G. saying
No matter how tall your pockets stand when you ball
Eventually times gonna make you fall
And I as I pull myself together 
I don’t wanna end up like the twin towers rubble
I mean no offence to nine eleven but at that time I probably could have used a reverend
But all that’s irrelevant now
because i live with a different perspective now

there you go you made it to the end :-) comment if you like, constructive criticism wanted as well.

Copyright © pat roswell | Year Posted 2013

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Kalam- kabhi socha na tha

Logon ko ekjut kar raha tha, kabhi socha na tha.
‘Missile’ udaane chala,
Logon ko ek misaal de raha tha, kabhi socha na tha.
Daudta chala, girta chala, sambhalta chala, phir udta chala.
Akela chala jaa raha tha,
Karodon log mere saath chalne lagenge, kabhi socha na tha.
Main bas kuch lafz bol raha tha,
Log use kuraan maan baithenge, kabhi socha na tha.
Aankhen band kar aakhri saansein gin raha tha,
Kuch ummeed bhari aankho ko aansuon se bhar chala jaa raha tha, kabhi socha na tha, kabhi socha na tha.

- Srujana Satyavada

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Copyright © Srujana Satyavada | Year Posted 2015

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I miss you
When the wind whistles
I hear you call my name
I turn,turn and turn again
Forever you are gone

I miss you
When the aroma fills the air
Memories of you fine cooking
I hunger, empty stomach pains
Forever you are gone

I miss you
When I late for Sunday service
Wish you were here to wake me
I rush, skip and jump to church
Forever you are gone

I miss you
When bad words slip my tongue
A scold, a spank you would give
To keep me straight, right and up
Forever you are gone

Forever you are gone
And forever I’ll miss you
Your name my name
Somehow you still liveth in me
And your dream I will finish.

Copyright © ESTHER MUCHAI | Year Posted 2014

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Time Heals All Wounds

In time all wounds heal
It's what you make of it and how you express what is real,

Healing is a process that varies with time
Depending on the situation you may heal on a dime,

But, if you loose a loved one in a sudden death
We must have patience cause only God knows what is best,

And even then time seems to stop
We have to try to move on even through the rain drops,

Life will go on without a doubt
We will never really understand what life is all about,

Just remember time does heal all cuts
Especially the ones that hurt us deep in to our guts,

Have faith in God and you will see
That this is the world he created for you and me.

Copyright © Michelle Born | Year Posted 2015

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Afghan Glory

A poem by John Nesbitt © 22.11.2013 

I was eighteen years old and wanting to fight 
 I found what I looked for, in bars late at night 
 I took on the big guys, the small ones as well 
 They were all tough, as far as I could tell 
 As a jobless young man, proud of my country 
 I joined up with the army and trained how not to be 
 They told me I’d fight to keep us all free 
 So that we’d never have to bend the knee 
 They trained me in weapons, unarmed combat too 
 The use of explosives and what they could do 
 And how to take cover behind rocks and trees 
 They taught me to find bombs and those I E D’s 
 So step up to the plate boys, start waving the flag 
 We’ll be all draped with medals when it’s all in the bag 
 Think of the glory, this conflict will bring 
 A few months away, then we can all sing 
 On my very first mission, I was told to unwind 
 I took lead position, when searching for mines 
 The blast threw me up twenty feet in the air 
 I couldn’t feel my feet for they were no longer there 
 My right arm was shattered my left fingers gone 
 I once had two ears but now only one 
 I thought I was dying, I couldn’t hear a thing 
 I wasn’t thinking of the medals or being dressed up with bling 
 Now all I can do is sit here on the floor 
 and wonder what it all had been for 
 my comrades call around from time to time 
 I can see their discomfort when they’re thinking of mine 
 They wouldn’t trade places, no matter what for 
 They each have their memories, of that terrible war 
 My fighting days over, no more blood and guts 
 So I’ll settle right down in my terrible rut 
 I stepped up to the plate boys and I waved the flag 
 But I’m not draped in medals and it’s not in the bag 
 I thought of the glory the conflict would bring 
 No legs, no fingers and in no mood to sing 
 Things soon will be over in Afghanistan 
 Talks are on-going with the Taliban 
 We struggled against them for thirteen hard years 
 But all we produced was billions of tears 
 Fathers lost sons and Mothers lost child 
 business got rich, there were deals on the side 
 Where’s the next country they’ll start a new war 

 Let’s hope….. it’s…. not ….yours

Copyright © John Nesbitt | Year Posted 2014

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Labor-painted lines on your hands
Heat- bleached your shiny strands
Mud added deeper color to your brand
Your adornments are dusts of the ground.

Skin piled up that made your hands rough.
Covered them and made them thick and tough.
Nail had grown to give a better grasp
To whatever you aim to feel and touch.

Wrinkled palms yet I still long its caress.
Soothe the cracks that this soul hardly bears.
Holds my head up when I’m bowing with fears.
Pulling me through the darkness of my twenty one years.

Yet when the poisonous blood entered its veins,
The strength and might were all been eaten.
Creating a space of life and death in between
And made your laborious hands weak and trembling.

Copyright © EMER CAPATE | Year Posted 2014

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the voice of a refugee

The voice of a refugee

What happened to this world?	
So beautiful in the past
The rivers lakes and oceans
And fragrance of the grass
And now the land is barron
It's no more fertile
I hope that the plants grow
Once again for a while
What happened to our society
So generous in the past
Now there is terror
Scaring the mass
Aware of all around me
but one thing I could not stand
It was worse than I could see
Women being beaten up
Children badly tortured
Level of terror rising up
No one's being nurtured
I want to change this
And bring back humility
Return the nature's bliss
And bring back prosperity
Then I realised that
I should be the change I want to see
To bring back that ball and bat
Instead of guns and artillery
I want to live freely
And not be so confined
It's not easy being a refugee
No house to live and place to find
It's my request to the world
To please help me
To be the change I want to see
And again be free

Copyright © avani pandit | Year Posted 2017

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My mind and heart are at war

MY heart and mind are at war
My heart and my mind are at war,
Body and soul lost between the hate,
Confused and hurt not knowing what for,
They pull, twist and fight to escape,
The battle of pain sweat and tears,
Caught in the midst of heartache,
My soul breaks free and leaves behind its fears,
The pain is too much for my body to take,
I built a wall and smashed it to dust,
For another, but for what,
I lost my faith and lost her touch,
I am soulless standing here stuck,
My mind has won this war,
My heart damaged and broke,
Still not knowing what for,
I pray and i still hope,
That this war will end,
And mind and heart will coincide,
Hoping my soul and body will mend,
For the rest of me has already died
I am done with the pain of passion,
And done with the love of pain,
All i here is my hearts door's crashing,
For this is what makes a man go insane,
I felt her love i loved her touch,
I kissed her lips and she kissed my heart,
Now this feeling, i feel too much,
Now it’s time for my mind and heart to part,
I will see her eyes in the moon lit sky,
Her beauty in a sky of wonder,
I will shed one tear and let the pain die,
As i lay awake in a world of loveless slumber
The illusions of love corrupted my mind,
The confusion of passion clouded my eyes,
The death of my heart came soon this time,
So now i will love in a world of my demise,
You can’t feel this pain that i feel,
I am done trying and this time i am,
When i write i write what’s real,
So now can you see why my soul ran?
Can you stop and wonder,
How i made it so far, with so much pain,
Can you here my heart crack with thunder,
And can you see i live in a world of rain,
 I have sought love found it and lost i
I am tired of pain.  so tired my heart is exhausted
i am done now if she comes back then i am here,
if not like i said i have shed my one and only tear

Copyright © raymond hamilton | Year Posted 2013

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I contracted a disease called jealousy,
the physician said I got symptoms of neurotic insecurity,
caused by deadly venom in my brain,
poison more deadly than a mad-dog's tooth,
I possessed by a mad devil and a dull spirit at the same time.
I find myself in a love competition surgery,
Roadmap to where I feel unloved,
I develop more self-love than love,
full with hateful thoughts to languish and to pine,
I fall deeply into the fear and apprehension of superiority.

I felt like having a kind of civil war in my soul,
driven by low self-esteem;
and extremely difficult emotion to shake off,
I quickly slip to jealousy and even hatred,
The surgeon said I poisons my own banquet, and then eats it up.

The damning tho't stuck in my throat and cut me like a knife, 
the amber sweet of love and respect turns into gall
I fall into the injured lover's hell – Jealousy
I took the gun and shoot my selves on the forehead,
End–up in a grave of affection and jaundice of my soul.

Copyright © Yuhi Musinga | Year Posted 2015

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A Special Place

Does it still matter?
Do we still care?
Could we open our eyes and see you standing there?
Have you really gone to a much better place?
Have you yet seen a familiar face?
Will we someday see you again?
Where there are women and there are men?
Higher than the birds can fly, way up in the sky.
Over the rainbow and through the clouds,
Could we again hear you laugh out loud?
Where i shall see you and you shall see me,
A place where everything and everyone shall be free.
A place for you and a place for me.

Copyright © Margie Pierson | Year Posted 2015

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This Flame

I'm here holding on but trying to let go
Afraid to loose my grip And fall back to you below
I can not say the feelings that I hide
There is an emptiness
A darkness
Lighting flames on each side
I am laying here looking up wondering how I fell
Can I get back on two feet 
Or am I forever stuck in Hell
These tears are holding memories
One by one falling down
Dripping into a love cemetery 
Buried deep under ground
That flame is spreading lighting each end
Burning together and snapping at the bend
Ashes falling are carried through the air
Gently flowing each other's love
Spreading everywhere

Copyright © Tamilyn Love | Year Posted 2014

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Karma's Revenge

Walking down an alley with a short skirt and low self esteem, 
Never knowing what strange perve she will soon meet, 
Winter is vicious and it's so cold out tonight, 
If only some kind of shelter she can find, 
She comes across a barrel burning surrounded by a crowd, 
But when she tries to approach is only men gathered around, 
She say's "Hi Karma is my name", 
But noone says a thing 
Sharing a bottle between the four, 
Noone is really speaking a word, 
Hands over the fire all trying to stay warm, 
Exhausted, she curls on up and falls asleep, 
Hours pass or so it seems, 
She wakes up in pain and starts to scream, 
All four men just taking turns, 
Cuts from the bottle, the wounds they burn 
To weak to fight, She Just prays, 
Eventually they all go away, 
She finds herself in the hospital, 
Feeling ashamed and pitiful, 
Detectives there to interrogate, 
But she claims she don't remember a thing, 
As she's left alone in the hospital bed, 
She steals the drugs and a couple needles, 
A few hours later the hospital released her, 
She puts on a devilish disguise, 
Approached the men asking "wanna get high" 
Of course the junkies all say "Yeah!!", 
So she passes around the poison filled seringe, 
As one by one they all drop dead, 
Suddenly she's happy and can breathe once again, 
Knowing it's over and that's Karma's revenge!

Copyright © Britney Brooker | Year Posted 2014

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What lies beneath 
The flooding drains
A spiders web
Spawned of rustic chains
If you ask me how I am 
I'll reply that I'm ok
Hiding behind this mask
As I resume to face this day
Then theres the sights
A synonym of what I cannot find in you
But I have found
Sometimes hunger is the only kind of food
Have I lost my Faith?
Its something that I could never see
Then theres your eyes
Still falling away from me
But if I was a better man
Would your rivers run deep into outer space
While all along your insisting
That we are both two worlds away 
Behold this longer list of denials
And uncertain hope
Reflecting fears of affection
And you still keep your eyes closed 
Then by my own admissions
My heart has grown from cold to colder
And by my own submissions
Losing your love has bled me sober

Copyright © Jesse James Forster | Year Posted 2013

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People want to commit suicide,
people choose to die over livin life.
Why has it come to be this way?
Why has this life become so meaningless,
that we just want to throw it away?
We become selfish and think our life is so bad,
dont think of others who's lives are worse, But still greatful for what they have.
People take for granted the things they've got,
clothes, food, smokes and shoes, even a roof or a bed,
They dont think of the homeless,
the hungry, not even the cold or the hot.
They just think they want to be dead,
Things happen in our lives that, to us, seem bad.
We dont look for help or trust any "friends"
All because of the past we've had.
Dont be a coward and run away,
Stick it out, Live life,
I know that there's alot of strife,
But stick it through day to day.
People want to commit suicide,
people choose to die over livin life.
Why has it come to be this way?....

Copyright © brandi foote | Year Posted 2013

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Swiftly the wind blew
We thought it'd be but a few
But it left something so new
It was a sad and unpalatable news

Just when we were asking
We thought you'd still be breathing
We are left with our jaws hanging
When we were told what was happening

Our hearts are broken
From us all you've bn stolen
A good friend now to be frozen
One of our finest has bn stolen

We prayed and were waiting
It came and we were wailing 
Same you that we were hailing
Now watched your breath as it was faiding. 

Father receive this soul
For we loved him so whole
We thought together we'd grow old
Now your departure has dug a hole

Who will take your role
Arranging the files in roll
We lean and wail leaning on the pole
As our hearts are caged in cold. 

Rest in peace my friend 
Rest in peace till the end
On our knees we bend 
And to the wind we send
Let our colleague get to the end 
Never leave him till he's laid
On the bosom of his creator
Where he finds his everlasting rest. 

I'll miss you my dearest brother
Till we meet again
Rest, rest and rest my brother.

Copyright © Olufemi Oloye | Year Posted 2016

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A Legend

I really do see Marilyn as a person who is a legend in her own time
She is beauty and glamore and that isn't a crime,

There was a lot of jealousy that surrounded her
But, most of the time it was all such a blurr,

Her life became much like a bad dream
Never knowing when or where she just might scream,

Marilyn to me was such a mystery
She never realized that she would make history,

Only she herself knows what is true and false
At 36 years of age she was gone and it was such a loss,

I hope she is happy where ever she may be
She was always so fragile that we just didn't see.

Written By: Unique Poetry 2014

Copyright © Michelle Born | Year Posted 2015

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Someone Elses Life

I feel like I'm living someone elses life, a life in strife. I've been strong, but when will I belong. I feel so alone, but I'm doing ok on my own. I can't describe the pain, but I keep in mind every storm runs outa rain. I use to think our love was unbeatable, but really its unforgettable. Everyday I walk down memory lane, trying to ignore the pain. He crosses my mind everyday, when will all this go away. There's gotta be something more, my heart is becoming sore. My momma doesn't have to worry, because I'm not sorry. I know he made the mistake, and he's the reason I have this heartache. What we had, was bad. I shouldn't have let it go that far, your just another scar.

Copyright © Kierstein McFarland | Year Posted 2013

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Moms Journey to Heaven

Although your time on earth is done.
Your journey to Heaven has just begun.
As the Lord commands with one loud yell,
Your soul shall desend from your body so frail.
As you walk through Heavens door,
You shall be greeted by friends and loved ones that have gone on before.
As you walk and talk with them there could you let them know we still care and miss them so?
And when you behold the glory of Gods face so sweet,
I know you shall  bow down and kneel at his feet.
Then he shall take you by your hand and say arise my precious daughter,
And you shall abide in his presence with awe and wonder.
And after you kiss and hug him so tight could you remind him of us down here that's gonna be struggling tonight?
We all know your in a much better place but that doesn't stop the tears from rolling down our face.
I know what you would say if you were still here " that there's nothing wrong with a few little tears ."
"If crying is something that you must do, then cry if you must but remember this too,"
"I am never far away all you must do is kneel down and pray."
"And when you speak a kind word or two, just remember that's me speaking through you!"
"So dry your eyes and put on a smile, don't worry I'll see you in just a while."
Now as we shed one last tear it's only because we wil truly miss you here!
Because in all this world so grand and true there will never be another to take the place of our dear mother!

Copyright © Margie Pierson | Year Posted 2015

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Sometimes I Like To Pretend Things Never Came To A End

Sometimes I like to pretend, things never came to a end. But over time, our love became a crime. I didn't know what we had, would ever end so bad. But then I knew things weren't right, when we started to fight. Now I walk down memory lane all the time, the pain is worst then committing a crime. We only caused eachother pain, but we were eachothers maine. I thought things would be alright, but I cried alot that night. I don't want things to change, without you my life is strange. You said you wanted me so much it started to hurt that you couldn't wait, now im just another person you hate. When you said you didn't care, I knew the person I loved was no longer there. You aren't the same, the new you is lame. We both fell, now it's hell. You use to always be here for me, like family. But now your nowhere in sight, things aren't right. Empty is all that I can feel, I still can't believe this is real. I didn't mean to let you get away, I didn't know what to say. Am i with the right guy, or am i telling myself a lie. I was afraid to loose what we had, but to you that choice was bad.

Copyright © Kierstein McFarland | Year Posted 2013

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Gone Forever

Gone Forever
I think about you every day and hope that you’ll return
You left us way too soon, and for you I always yearn
I can’t believe you’re gone forever, I am still in disbelief
Not a day goes by that my heart is not filled with grief
Never did I think that you would get sick and pass away
It feels like we were playing basketball just yesterday
Everything I do reminds me of you, dad
The thought that I can’t call you anymore makes me really sad
I know you’re in a better place, no longer in pain or discomfort
But when I realize that you’re gone forever, my heart begins to hurt
I love you so much and I miss all the times we shared
Knowing that you’re gone forever makes me really scared 
Who am I gonna call when I need help with my car?
And who’s gonna make fun of me for all my careless scars?
You were so laid back and easygoing, you never complained about much
I miss your calm demeanor and your soft, gentle touch
I tell you how much I love you each and every day
I wish I could hear you talk to me and tell me that you’re okay
A lot has changed since you got sick, and life will never be the same
All I want is one more kiss and to hear you call my name

Copyright © Jessica Rose | Year Posted 2014

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The day my daughter died

The day my daughter died,
my heart was not only broken and shattered
but it was ripped into pieces and my thoughts were so scattered.
The day my daughter died,
I had to be strong.  
Cant show emotion, 
because showing weakness to others was wrong.

The day my daughter died,
I thought my family would fall apart. 
Because of this grief,
I didn't think I had enough love in my heart.

The day my daughter died,
I'd thought I had lost a hope,
but how could there be when I couldn't even cope.

The day my daughter died,
is the day I lost part of my life.
My poor sweet husband,
lost part of his wife.

The day my daughter died,
I felt so out of place.
There so many people,
please get out of my face.

The day my daughter died,
I fell on my knees.
Praying to god and begging him please.

The day my daughter died,
my heart was so very torn.
I though my heart was being stabbed by a extremely sharp thorn.

The day my daughter died,
I was done, and I didn't want to live.
Just to be with my daughter, anything, I would give.

The day my daughter died,
I cried over a million tears.
I don't think Things will ever be alright,
not even in years.

The day my daughter died,
I prayed that she was alright.
I hoped that someone held her hand,
as she walked into the light.

The day my daughter died,
I cried myself to sleep.
No body heard,
because I did not make a peep.

The day my daughter died,
I think back to that day.
This is for you my sweet daughter,
so, go off to heaven and go play.

Copyright © kristiena hunter | Year Posted 2015

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Zephyr Wind

Around me all my eyes can see
Beyond the ruins of tomorrow
confused and lonely people plea
Drowning in a sea of sorrow.

Every head is lifted high
Facing towards eclectic suns
Grasping at the shallow sigh
Hiding with the lonely ones.

Inside the martial law begins
Judges have no self respect
Killed her with the empty tins
Liberty swore to protect.

More laws are made for terrorists
No one even says a word
Overtly fearful catalysts
Promised danger is inferred.

Questioning is not allowed
Remember that you patriot
Stay the course follow the crowd
Thankful for the things you got.

Under all the false pretenses
Valued in some greedy hands
Washington still shocks my senses
Xenophobes, their heads in sands.
Yesterday the breeze blew free-
Zephyr wind, come back for me.

Copyright © Curt Mongold | Year Posted 2013

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Wading in the Water

I'm wading in the water --
World at my fingertips.
The sun drying out my hair,
Water rolling off my lips.

The world would be like so --
If it were without flaw.
The truth, that's covered from your eyes
Is not like this at all.

I'm sinking down into the depths -- 
The darkness of unknown.
I cannot help but to feel
Confined, so lost, alone.

My head goes under as I sink --
I cannot see my way.
Underneath the water I cannot tell,
Is it night or day?

I reach my hand up to the light -- 
Where black turns into blue.
I search for help, but I find
You ignore my call to you.

I see a dock and I can grab --
A tiny piece of wood.
But as I pull myself to Earth,
It breaks, it does no good.

I'm drowning in the ocean --
And all I see is you.
The way you seem to smile at me,
I must look good in blue.

Copyright © Kirby Browning | Year Posted 2014

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Young Soul

the deception of an eye can tell a story
impliction of the fury or ultimate glory
sacrifise ourselfs for a moment a journey
devesating situations we soon tell the world..of our pain..
no word of glory in it self or nothing else to gain
only the primitive ways are seeked to this contribution
the sounds of summer are far away they rest in retrebution
common carrier we all agree that love can find a away 
or slip through our cataylst hands..
travel the world in serach for inner glory
for the passion of self
for the pain of no more..
for the inner glow we crave
the knowing of self belief
self reservastion 
strive to find the love we all seek to cherish
for ones own worth.. pity it may be wasted
on careless means living for the now
living for the cause.. 
ones love could never be trusted 
for a persons uncerteinty..
and we all must be there to learn that..

Copyright © Aaron Wilson | Year Posted 2013

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Oh word

while words play hide and seek in my mind
while they sink and float resisting their definition and my determination to recite

when there is a resignation of words in my mind that lead me to a world of confusion
I will take out my pen and paper where my solution is found

there is a story I want to tell, but oh! sorry something holds me back
with all the information I have, its hard to share for I am held back by my situation

Ingcinga nengcingane zam zingcikiv'ubuciko bam ndancama ndatsho ngezwi ndathi " gama hlala nam
ziziphithiphithi zalaph'eziphithanise ingcinga zam , lafika lon'iphango 
njenge ngxangxasi yamanzi, zehl'iinyembezi zam

I sat and I said...Oh! word,,, you got nothing left for me??,,,I wanna recite,, I want to talk 

Copyright © odwa dlanga | Year Posted 2014

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In recognition of their fathers, son, 
mothers, brothers, daughters, aunts, 
uncles, cousins, friends, wives, and 
husbands they pledge their allegiance 
to the flag of the United States of 
America and to the Republic for which 
it stands, one nation under God, indivisible, 
with Liberty and Justice for all. They hand 
over the little time they have left, promising 
to serve and protect, to obey commands 
when given, and to die fighting if necessary. 
Months later they are shipped off to war and 
sent out to the battle field. They witness 
horrors we could never imagine, face dangers 
we could never understand, and take risks we 
never knew existed.

And while I appreciate their work, admire their 
effort, and understand their reasoning... I want 
to know, Daddy, when are you going to come 
home? See, I've been counting the days and 
Sophia just learned her weeks! And you're late...
I sit and the door everyday and wait. 
I hope this letter gets to you,
I hope I see you soon,
Until then,
Love Always an Forever,
Your baby girls

Oh! And, by the way, Anna just lost her first teeth 
and the tooth fairy-

There was someone at the door and mom left me 
home alone to pick Anna and Sophie up from soccer 
and he was wearing your uniform... He said you won't 
be coming home anymore. He said you were KIA. So I 
guess this letter won't reach you and I guess you won't 
take me to the Father Daughter Dance next week or see 
me grown into a woman or walk me down the aisle at my 
wedding. And I guess I don't need to write this anymore 
because you'll never see it but I want you to come home,
I want to see you in your uniform, I want you to come home 
and never leave again!

So I guess until then... I'll just wait. 
Because I just can't believe you were KIA.

Copyright © B. Ariel Moreno | Year Posted 2015

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Ultimate Bad Friends

They demean your value and destroy your image,
utter wild cries like creatures in pain,
their expressions change with the rapidity of a kaleidoscope,
faces change with each turn of their talk, 
like a wheat-field under a summer breeze,
flounders like a huge conger-eel in an ocean of dingy morality,
pay no attention to their toxic words.

They disbelieve your opinions and discredit your imagination,
oppressed by their indefiniteness which hung in their minds,
 like a thick summer haze,
moving in the same dull round, like blind horses in a mill,
laugh like the sudden outburst of the glad bird in the tree-top,
talking and thinking became to them,
 like the open page of a monthly magazine,
their jealousy, fierce as the fires and sound like the throb of a bell.

They defame your abilities and demean your value,
impressive as a warrant of arrest for high treason,
laugh is like a rainbow-tinted spray,
eyes glowed like blue coals,
voices are like a clap of thunder which interrupts the warbling birds among the leaves,
vanished like the shapes that float upon a summers dream,
what they say is often a reflection of them, not you.

They are destructive as the lightning flash.

Copyright © Yuhi Musinga | Year Posted 2016