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Elegy Journey Poems | Elegy Poems About Journey
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You held me for a moment
For just a moment it would seem
It seems like forever ago
Although I could never remember
Remember those warm-filled months
Between March and November
November was the end
The end and a new beginning
Beginning of a new season
A season such as Spring
As Spring would bring new life into the world
A world with unreasonable sin
A sin as lifeless as Autumn
(Autumn to some called Fall)
Fall, when he would fall
A fallen angel,
An angel gained
Or gaining a loss?
The loss of a day,
The loss of a life
A life that would end as the day turns to night
The night always dark
The dark calls for closed eyes
Eyes that await the promise of a sunrise
And so the sun would rise
But some still remain asleep
A deep sleep they will not wake
Wake me up from this dream
Dreams of an untold story
A story was cut short
Shortness of a heartbeat
A heart with no beat
Better count your blessings
Blessed life-long lessons
Not to lessen the longing
But I still belong to him
He smiles upon me all day all night
The night, I am used to days without light
A light grip, a solid hold
Hold me so that I don't fear no end
End this yearning, hold me for a moment again
Copyright © Shakeela Kingzley | Year Posted 2013
When it hits my chest
It would not lay me to rest
It cannot bring about my end
So long I refuse to bend
Death on my chest
Is but a test
On my will to live up
To see if I would give up
The Giver would allow the pain
After seeing my faith on life
He would restore me again.
Death test is but in the while
Of a second
After which we can go on.
Copyright © Divine Friday Idiong | Year Posted 2014
We seem to have it all
As we want for nothing
In the darkness of the womb
We are evicted into the light
Sadness, then happiness
Unaware of the looming doom
We seem to have it all-
Sadness, then happiness
We hustle, we jump huddles
We cry, we hate, while loving
Then the reaper to the tomb
Copyright © okoi nkanu | Year Posted 2014
Eyes closed forever to embark in a long journey
Unknown for all of us until you turn arrive
The porcelain like hands hold two white roses
Coffin is closed to undertake the travesy to cemetery
Disappearing forever your physical presence
Leaving only behind you the good deeds done
Copyright © Nayda Ivette Negron | Year Posted 2016
I’m but a man of meager means
A man of simple pleasures
Tho’ deep endowed with eager dreams
I enjoy life’s simple treasures
My days I know are numbered now
And so are minutely measured
So that I might remain
A man it seems (and bourne by dreams)
A man of meager means
And simple pleasures
Copyright © David Whalen O Haolin in ancient Celtic | Year Posted 2013
The world dims to a standstill in shouting
incoherencies the fluttering heart spew, clinching
on today through the vagaries of inertness,
and seeking liberty, he sings the song of
Then the finality of death.
And Agni's dance.
The soul ascends from the smouldering
cinders gradually dying and strives for salvation
in aether, becoming one with the universe,
as the universe was always him.
Fifteen days of mourning. Eight opinions.
Five brahmins to feed.
Twelve pieces of jewelry to melt.
Fish to eat.
Dhoti to wear.
Lassi to drink.
Judgment to fear.
On the sixteenth day,
a completion is attained,
and things return to normalcy.
Date: 09 / 01 / 2017
Copyright © Tamal Kundu | Year Posted 2017
For all the Sphynx and Pyramids of their days
These that towered beyond Babel before me
Straightening the old gordian knot of our maze
Have too been swallowed by the unseen eternity
For all our might like sand dunes have stood
Satrapy of indelible caprice and wind
With force of sword we make our wisdom good
But know not the ends, since we fresh begin
To die the first hour of our birth and dream
We passed over the earth a frolicking stream.
How then this pain despite the old expectation
This fear of time that grips in a conveyor's belt
Hurrying my thoughts to conclusion, and extinction
To all the scaffolds of my certainty? I have felt
Before this same emptiness of meaning
This useless spawning and yearn for more
Light somewhere too at base is crumbling
Matter is vanity, vanity is matter, nothing more
So I'll take my farewell now of them and of dream
While clinging to the game, a pawn in the scheme
Go ole farmers, go on, where men go and none return
I'll save my heart for invisible things of faith
It's all the same to the glowing worm, the fires still burn
However pale the distant echo from the gate
I declined from academia marbled halls
Still leave a whitened bone behind the flow
Not every river into mighty cataracts falls
And some from rain, and some from snow
Yet every rill had sparkled sometime, and every mist
Unbound us from the mass and haste that so insist.
Copyright © L'nass Shango | Year Posted 2010