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Elegy Inspiration Poems | Elegy Poems About Inspiration

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Christmas without Mom

 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

Details | Elegy |

One Day

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

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The Crow

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

Details | Elegy |


The land of Zaatar, Zaytoon
and Lime
The land of progressive and loving people
 at her core.
The British Empire promised the rocky terrain
(From which the Empire yielded no fruit
 Nor money!)
 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;
Slowly !
 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
Is sown;
Turning into a thorny tree;
Bearing blood fruits!
The land of forgotten people,
The land of  bitter feuds !
Palestine :
The land of peoples’ pleas
Unheard,  unseen!
The land of peoples’ suffering
Unregistered in our collective psyches

Copyright © YASEMIN BALANDI | Year Posted 2016

Details | Elegy |

Elegy for Lady Day


'For all we know, this may be only be a dream
We come and go like the ripples on a stream'
Thus it was you sang with body wracked and failing
Yet with that unmistakable voice and phrasing

Lady Day we'll never be the same
With such an ache of loss in our heart and soul
But we'll remember you in your youth and fame
Before slings and arrows of life had taken their toll

Those songs already works of fabulous invention
The classics of Gershwin, Berlin, Arlen, Porter and Kerne
You brought to each a new meter, form and dimension
Wherein your creative magic could be discerned

Your songs though not new: the tunes nor the lyrics they bore
Each verse, each phrase was recreated there and then
It was as though it had never been sung before
We knew the song but knew not from where nor when

Stream of words and melody now traced a different bed
Like a brook in which every ripple, rill and eddy
Followed new bends and flows of another stead
To be answered and enhanced by Lester and Teddy.   *

In a time when injustice and cruelty was a curse in the nation
And you as a talented black girl knew it well
A 'strange and wonderful fruit' was borne of your innovation
You became an icon, a symbol to ring freedom's bell

So in distant England, when I first heard that voice
Then I knew that it was a unique and special sound
I saw that here was something to rejoice
And in my mind this queen of song was crowned

Let us therefore not make this a 'gloomy Sunday'
Let no 'black coach of night' disturb our mood
Give thanks that one so beautiful came to us one day
And enhanced our lives to be more joyfully viewed 

* Lester Young and Teddy Wilson

Copyright © Geoffrey Brewer | Year Posted 2017

Details | Elegy |

Dear Role Model, Inspiration, Sister

I couldn't see your struggles, or perhaps I missed a sign.
I wish I would've noticed, noticed you weren't fine.
You laughed with me the day before...
And now I wish that I would've said "I love you more." 

I was ready to go to church, but then I heard a crash.
I wasn't sure if it was you, but anyway I got up in a dash.
I saw you lying there I was screaming your name.
I screamed, but there was no response. I felt it was my fault, I felt the blame.

I didn't know the demons you’re were fighting.
I only saw you smile as your little Amya was writing.
I called Mom and she told me to shake you.
However I knew you were gone because your skin was blue. 

I ran to the kitchen, I ran to Dad.
He shook and screamed with no response, I knew that it was bad.
I did as Dad asked and I called nine-one-one.
However, your demons fought a battle and this one they won.

The medics and firefighters came and did everything they could
If I could go back in time and change what happened I would 
I didn't know the things keeping you up at night 
However, I do know what happened to you wasn't right, 

I got calls and texts asking if I was okay.
I thought I wasn't, but the pain I was feeling was child's play. 
Instead of them asking me, I should've asked you.
I thought you were getting better, I didn't know you were so blue.

We went through our day and we moaned your death.
We cried because that day you took your last breath.
I will always be sad that you went so young.
I wish I had picked up the phone when it had rung.

I want to go back and help you with your trouble.
I could've helped you, helped you out of the rubble.
You are gone now and there's nothing I could do.
But know that I love you and I'll miss you too.

Many told me, "I'm here if you need anything."
Those people just never asked you when all you needed was one big thing.
Your cries were help were labeled at attention. 
However if you were asked you would've able to mention.

You didn’t deserve to feel the way you did.
If someone would’ve reached out your problems would’ve rid 
You didn’t deserve to die
Maybe it would be difference if someone would’ve noticed when you would cry.

I was at the mall the day before you went away.
The last time we talked I called you back, I wanted to know what you wanted to say.
You told me that you called to ask what soda I wanted from the store.
We finished talking so I said I love you, and as I hung up the phone my heart tore.

I didn't it know it then, but I know it now.
The last thing I said was I love you, but others didn't get the chance I got.
Oh, wow.
You are gone from Earth, but you aren't forgotten.
I wish I would've cared more instead of being so rotten. 

You loved me so much my whole life. 
Maybe if I would've showed you the love you showed me you would've one day been someone's wife.
You are gone now and I don't know what to say.
I just know I want to go back and be there before you left that way. 

I'm so sorry big sister. 
I didn't realize your life was a twister. 
You were spiraling out of control and I didn't help you out. 
Instead all I did after you were gone was cry and shake and shout.

I loved you so much, 
But you'll never know what I thought about you such
as how I loved that one pair of shoes 
or how I loved your magic kisses that healed my boo-boos.

It was Sunday, January Two-Nine,
I woke up and you seemed fine.
A few hours later and you were gone. 
If only I would've awoken you at dawn...

I couldn't see your struggles, or perhaps I missed a sign.
I wish I would've noticed, noticed you weren't fine.
You laughed with me the day before...
I wish that before you left I could've said that  "I love you more."

Copyright © JoAnn Saloga | Year Posted 2017