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Elegy Anniversary Poems | Elegy Poems About Anniversary

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Lights Out

One hundred years on and still the shout
“Everyone put your lights out”
Just for an hour from 10 to 11
And remember all those souls in heaven

One hundred years and still the cry
The perennial unanswered question “why?”
Is there a need in this hour of deed
For any to ignore or not to heed?

One hundred years, millions dead
In battles, wars and streets of dread
Trenches then, now car bombs blast
Tearing at families left aghast

One hundred years – again LIGHTS OUT
Not one city but the country throughout
Is this too much to ask ourselves
For those who died through bayonet and shells?

Lights out and let us honour our dead
Light a single candle in room or shed
Remember those terse words upon us yet
“Lest we Forget – lest we forget!”

August 4th 2014

Copyright © Thomas Mansfield | Year Posted 2014

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An Elegy For Noah Tuckwell

As tears flow from my reddened eyes
I can see what I have purely missed
As I look up to the dark grey skies
I will always remember our first fist

I sit here and think of your face
The first time I saw your light fluffy cheeks
I always wanted to lay my head on that place
Even when I was buried in my girlfriend’s twin peaks.

You never knew my love for you
I waited until it was too late
I often yearned for a way through
Both your heart and your front gate.

But now you’ve passed away
Slipped through my limp and lifeless fingers
But I still yearn for that fortuitous day
And the smell of your tobacco colour coat still lingers.

As I stare at my homage dedicated to you
I can feel a heart shaped hole called ‘Noah’
My body is conflicted, I don’t know what to do
It’s such a shame that you were found in pieces underneath a lawnmower.

So many holes, and opportunities now
I feel my body grow harder
For you Noah would only allow 
One hole to be ventured in farther 

As you led there erotically 
on the grass that day
with your legs so lovely 
I couldn’t take my eyes away

So I didn’t see 
The lawnmower draw near
The blades running free
And beginning to career

Ever closer to your toes
To impoverish your heart
I’m the only one who knows
How a love like this does start 

To think I won’t see you again
Striding majestically down the Bath Road
And, protecting your shoulders from the rain
Your little tobacco coloured coat

I wish I had been able to say 
All this to you when you were alive
I came so close once, that fateful day
When we were standing outside the Beehive

Your hair was golden in the glow 
Of the solitary standing streetlamp
Yet still, you couldn’t ever know 
My feeling for you or my heart would cramp

And now you’re dead you selfish thing
You’ll never hear me speak these thoughts
You’ll never feel me ‘flap my wings’
Or ogle me as I cavort

But now you’re in the ground
In the darkness and despair
But I have now created a mound
Where I can collect your hair

My heart is soaked in liquid salt 
My clothes cling to my body
Although I know that it’s no-one fault
Staring at you was my favourite hobby

Now it’s time to say goodbye
My lovely little pet
My heart still yearns, my eyes still cry 
Although we never met

Copyright © Poetry Aircraft Carrier B | Year Posted 2013

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Anniversary Blues

O to fade! To pass! To sleep! To die!
       To live and to listen and not to speak;
perchance some alternate reality
       is all my grim alienation does seek.
The thunderclap of Tawhiri raging
         silence not a loving fool's complaint, 
nor portend for whom the bell tolls
      when the echoes of time grow faint 

My heart alas, divided against itself,
      knows not what to say or what to feel,
and with ponderous words recited
   I'm forced your resting place to kneel.
Some final absolutions shared alone -
     cold black rain upon my brow and cuff.
Judge not a froward son - I am who
     I am, and have been judged enough

We are but the quick and the dead,
      and, just or unjust, no keeper of time!
O tell what sin was imputed to you,
      what concealed divine law or crime,
and what palsy so dark the lamps
       of Heaven and Earth burn less bright;
ask do we in this realm find peace
    or is Death's victory our only respite?

Only in beds of posthumous sleep 
           will end my unspoken confessions!
Nay, I no longer exhume the past,
    it rebukes all my searching questions.
From umbilical dawn to end of days
        I failed you - I added unto your woe -
in life and death there comes a time
      when to hold on and when to let go

May your life and times early passed
         live on in the heart that lives in me,
for in all the silent screams below
    is mine own howl in mine own vanity!
As I pen this ode the charcoal sky
    has communicated more than I can tell;
no loss, no sorrow, no love unfeigned
   can unring that breathless tolling bell


                     July 1991

Copyright © Keith Trestrail | Year Posted 2014

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The Jaguar

The Jaguar has
exquisite spotted
He roars,
jet swims,
No wonder
a prestigious
car is
named for
But he
has no

Same old

I hear

Copyright © Jeanne Fiedler | Year Posted 2011

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CHANGE by Ian Munywe
upon his visage boasts sweat,industry an upheld virtue.
firm stature is exhibited,hard labour an accepted custom.
a time for toil yearns,wheat and other victuals for the future.
every stride to strive in burning heat,a quest out of perpetual penury.
feelings of disillusionment eminent,in the brink of a huge fall.
life such a baffling puzzle,everyday hustle inevitably knows no end.
a new dawn presents opportunity,quite in a rush for elevation.
an orison heard audibly,benedictions befalling a mortal.
reverted in such haste such distaste,it were best in prior times.
a new sense of belonging looming,adaptation of wanting predisposition.
amidst all the experience,hardly a thought in modesty lines.
amnesia having set in,pristine of new life in no time.
integrity eroded ferociously,candidacy annihilated in totality.
how mankind does change, indeed swiftly we tend to forget.

RISE by Ian Munywe
two sides of a divide collide inside,audibly voicing their thoughts.
optimism reverberates severely,realism ricochets as quite a formidable term.
resounding trials too eminent,life manifested in a perplexity of events.
too many fish upon this vicinity,evidently not enough room to fry.
by all means he shall triumph,by any means necessary.
hard gravel swept over by dust,feet shuffle upon tough earth.
mallets bash into rigid steel, potrait of his new born remains sole solace.
all efforts to reap this here season,barren yield begets unknown anguish.
a sojourner already on course,in vehement search for a new start.
by all means he shall triumph,by any means necessary.
wary he tranforms worn he conforms,glimpse of the past vision of the future.
feet now trod upon all rugged earth,all adorned in strapped sandals.
steel once too rigid little too hard,antiques and ornaments an eventuality.
henceforth sight of new territory such insight,cite so picturesque a gaze in awe.
by all means he shall triumph,by any means necessary. 

Copyright © ian munywe | Year Posted 2014

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18th July - Tribute To The Departed Soul Of My Mother On Her 10th Death Anniversary

Ten years passed Maa, you left this world leaving me alone
but still I feel your presence, your tender touch, quietly lying in bed, I moan.
Always you were concerned, who will take care of me in your absence
today none is there to worry for me, in their lives, I have no importance.

Still I find myself holding your coffin, sitting by your lifeless body, on that ill-fated day,
I touched your hands and feet, cold as ice, unable to come out of dismay.

A heavenly peace on your face, comfortably sleeping, from all worldly sufferings you were away.
I cried, but never could wake you up, couldn't believe your sweet face could ever decay.

Sometimes, at leisure when I look at the sky on a peaceful night,
Sitting in my 'Hanging Garden on a lonely night beneath the serene moonlight,
I can hear your melodious voice, the songs you sang for me
Those priceless moments we spent together, lying on our terrace amidst
Shiuli, Jasmine and Hasnahana tree.

I was a teenager, blooming to be a beautiful young girl, bidding my childhood adieu,
You were proud of my beauty and talents, I was lucky to inherit from you.

You dressed me up beautifully each time I celebrated my auspicious days
You made me feel I'm the most gorgeous girl, confident in your praise.

Our children were brought up in your love and care
You once again proved to be a great grandmother.
You taught them how to live life in faith and prayer
always been pious and a true God lover.

You are the best mother ever I have met, a blessing from above
A Godly image of sacrifice, benevolence and abundance of love.
I've ne'er seen a greater animal lover, flowing water of love from a ceaseless cascade.

I've seen you taking care of sick kith and kin in their last days
Forgiving the evil they unleashed on you, you nursed them with a smiling face.
I salute your virtue of forgiveness and the Spirit of caring for your enemies,
I believe you're enjoying with our Lord in Heaven
dwelling with angels and heavenly bodies!

Copyright © Manimala Basu | Year Posted 2015

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Nine Eleven

An afternoon of dark flowers.
Werner told me,
                     there were bad men in flight.
Then we sat in a broken circle,
                     as if the air was forbidden
                     with stopped time,
                     the room choked with dust.

Copyright © Leslie Philibert | Year Posted 2016

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•I am a pen, not an artist nor a Poet,
•We're all slaves like Israelites from Egypt,
•They try to be red like a matured Scarlet,
•Let's all join together like foods on a Plate,
•Why should we Differ like Millet or Separate?
•Let's come back to reality before this is Late.
•The country of Zambia our God gave unto Us,
•And all this misery will all comes to pass,
•We should not point out fingers onto one another,
•Or else we'll be judged on the coming of our Father,
•And during sunset, we share sorts of complaints,
•Crying out loud on top of our Voices,
•Forgetting that our God image the Huge sacrifices,
•We take that simple and count it worthless.
•Take this time to thank the LORD of LORDS,
•Cos It's too painful seeing poor street kids,
•See people being taken by this Animal called AIDs,
•It really hurts a lot I say this sharply like Blades.
•Let's come to job Stuffs,
•Corruption is the only Path,
•Following of the Qualifications doesn't work till Enough,
•But our own money is stolen by members of Staff,
•We must all control this before it turns into a wrath,
•Am not all perfect, but what am saying is the truth.
•Our Dear God must see us through all this misery,
•He can not let go of us and sure about this totally,
•His mercy works upon us and I say this merely,
•There's no need of hiding, or saying this secretly,
•I rest all my case and I stand here firmly,
•If you wanna get this poem come and follow me Properly,
•I set and said what I wanted to, wait for section 2. Finally.

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Copyright © Mutesha Lemana | Year Posted 2017

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Marie III--Is the Coffin Too Deep

So frigid was her immaculate body Her last second in screams is all I can see Love's revenge was my guilt With you I'd rather let you die with Bound hands Without you, Marie, like the psychopath's dream Death is all that I can see; All that could redeem Did anyone ask Did anyone recall The sweet taste of the poison The swift slash of the knife he penetration of the lead The pain of her decaying heart I can hear it's bellowing cries But why can't you, Marie, Hear my paranoid eulogies Is the coffin too deep? Was it so hard to solve Was it so hard to see That I strangled her so easily My nails piercing her comely skin Blood dripping like the pomegranate I crushed with the shovel I shattered her shins The knife to slight her wrists Didn't you see I did it all The only witness Couldn't say Is the coffin too deep? The pain of her decaying hear tI can hear it's bellowing cries But why can't you, Marie, Hear my paranoid eulogies Is the coffin too deep? Marie I cant stay Earth is to cruel when your coffin is to deep Forever in death and in death alone The pain of her decaying heart I can hear it's bellowing cries But why can't you, Marie, Hear my paranoid eulogies Is the coffin too deep?

Copyright © Wyatt Loethen | Year Posted 2012

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For Chris on the 1st Anniversary of Your Suicide

I guess he lost his way when
he left the beaten path,
I guess he was confused when
instinct and logic crashed.

I guess he killed his brain cells
with alcohol and hash,
I guess that his insanity
held him firmly in its grasp.

Asleep, I guess his paranoia
seemed to grow and bloom,
I guess he sensed something
paranormal in the room.

I guess his blackened pupils
must have scanned and searched the gloom,
I guess he thought he heard the
icy rattle of the tomb.

He pretended to have a job, I'm told,
and daily left the house,
then sat all day in the cellar,
I'm told, as quiet as a mouse.

I heard that when she wasn't there,
he sometimes wore her clothes,
I imagine him sashaying 
on his man-sized tippy-toes.

His insanity made him mad, i guess,
if that makes any sense,
I know his thoughts were warped though,
by no coincidence.

I see him in a fetal posture,
vulnerably curled.
I see him having lost all hope
and contact with the world.

I see him sitting all alone,
re-reading what he wrote,
a madman's twelve page ranting
in his sad and final note.

©Danielle White

Copyright © Danielle White | Year Posted 2009

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Countdown To Ground Zero

(in reference to 9/11)

Over Manhattan arose quite an alarm
When al-Quaeda on AMERICA dropped its bomb
Causing to the surrounding Vicinity, much harm
While awakening Old Glory from her Usual calm
With Us, having to say, for Our Citizens, the 23rd Psalm
It was, by far, the worse Massacre, since Vietnam

Copyright © Karin Edwards | Year Posted 2009

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we drove late afternoon
              over the dark Rhein,
              the sky fake with orange,

to Bonn : to a house with cool, emplty rooms,
              white with words, dark with chords,
              to an elegant Hammerflügel ;

for my father the end of a journey,
              but the start of the sublime

( for A.F. Philibert)

Copyright © Leslie Philibert | Year Posted 2017

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Seeds that don't Grow

a dory caught off guard in the billow of a wild frontier,
 the south paw always an adverse of nature, 
tranquil can be the fire, 
but the the sparrow will mature, 
a dormant trammel becomes earsplitting when broken, 
now freedom promised as a perpetual token,
 in the splendor of the petal the truth does not appear,
 cripple the word and clarity becomes obscure,
 deception weaved from inner fear, 
not even gone and the cinerarium is in the picture,
 oh! look at the view,  raw are their souls preaching such an unholy scripture

Copyright © lacey vann | Year Posted 2007

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Soft cool warmth
pungent rotten wine vomit!
I loved you always
that way
smooth glass silk red
cool burning
down the back of my throat
down down down
to the bottom
of my soul
where life
was there I thought
is there, was there, is there still.
I know because I found it
there still
since I lost you
I had to
I wasn't ready to die
I wasn't ready to live
Yet somewhere inbetween
I am...

Copyright © ranzie claxton | Year Posted 2006