Since it was founded over 200 years ago the RNLI has saved over 146,000 lives at sea, often putting themselves in great danger, I salute those brave men and women, those guardian angels of the sea.
Quote by poet.
The R.N.L.I is an old institution,
of volunteers who save lives at sea,
of them I have nothing, but admiration.
Six hundred of them have died tragically
since its formation two hundred years ago,
always remembered for their selfless bravery.
They venture out in heavy rain, fog, and snow
with hurricane force winds and 70-foot waves,
only experienced crew are chosen to go.
Many volunteers lie in watery graves
often taking risks that end in tragedy
brave men and women, heroes of the waves.
The lifeboats are a registered charity
and survive because of your generosity.
Although we dream in our sleep, it is not always remembered.
I'd like to dream a thought that enhances my day.
A dream that keeps me smiling as my life takes on its journey.
I don't want nightmares as they cloud your mind, and takes
away the joys.
No, I'd like to dream the joy of meeting the one who created me.
And how the light would allow me to see, its everlasting presence.
I don't want to die, just to know what it is. And how it feels. And if
what I heard is true. Not that I doubt, what faith pulls me through.
Little Wolf met her namesake this week at Apache festival with her brother.
They were together all week, running from one booth to another
Can we keep him? She asked her father, a chief and her mother.
I will keep him at my house, offered her giving grandmother.
Little Wolf, wolves need to stay in their packs, and run free.
You would not want your companion to be sad, you see.
Give him your best wishes, and he will visit from time to time.
But no one can truly say a wild animal “is mine”.
They parted ways, Little Wolf and Little Wolf, kindred souls.
But they always remembered they had likewise goals.
Connecting during star hours in their deep sleep.
Without making a sound, not even a peep.
He's only just begun to light the flame of my destiny
He's only just begun to pull the thorns out of my heart
For, his sweet promises, I always remembered
Even in dark and stormy weathers
He's only just begun to light the darkness of my path
And wash away the mist of gray on my horizon
For, I stood strong behind his words amidst all temptations
Hoping that one day, his hands will lead me home
Yes, he's only just begun to lead me home
Where no foul wind can blow me away
A man with good heart
Is always remembered for
His act of goodness.
My silent melody
By Michelle Morris
12/09/2021
You were always the best of them:
Good and kind and true;
No one could ever replace
the essence of all that is you.
You were always the righteous one:
As good as gold and pure;
No one could ever emulate
such passion and allure.
You were always the one
that was there for everyone else;
No one could ever replace
your smiles, kind words and help.
You were always the life
of every room you walked into;
No one could replace
that energy, light and mood.
You were, you were and
are no more -
Now only memories are left,
such tearful mourning.
You were, you were,
and are always remembered -
Every single day in heart's
longing and surrender.
You were, you were, and
will always be -
You'll be forever
my silent melody.
© Michelle Morris, 2021
Oh my sweet memory
I always remembered you
as exciting yesterday...
I never realizedf you as
Tear of the future... !
Bad Days.
I never thought of you,
But you manage to break in,
I never invited you,
But you struggled past the guards,
I never liked you,
But somehow you loved me.
Once you arrive,
U ever last,
While the good days
Never last,
But you arrive,
And teach me a lesson.
Which is always remembered,
Till eternal and after.
Heaven and earth may sing
He blessed our births
He conquered the earth
Blessed his wine
Made good of his time
His sacred blood
Delivered from above
His blessings unnumbered
Always remembered
Our King is victorious
His gifts are luxurious
Those who believe
He shall always lead
Beating his heavenly drums
His doves do hum
Beyond the meadows
We do hear him echo
Jesus Christ prayed while others rest
Ground and sea he has blessed
Our Heavenly Father
Love shall gather
Matthew himself told
Welcome to the Gospels
Remembering our Savior
Our Heavenly Father favoured
Grace to his name
His love within us shall never change
Holiday Stress
Miracle Man
1/14/2022
Christmas and New year finds life upside down,
digging up old bones always induce my frown.
Though thinking of Jesus, the past I also see,
today, I sit musing, perhaps the problem is me.
This time of year while thoughts are on giving,
my list grows faster than the cost of living.
I strive each day to remember each blessing,
but the holidays just seem to leave me stressing.
Robo calls, emails and snail mail each day,
disrupt my life, and for stopping, I’ve no say.
From open hands come cries, once more to give,
money disappears, like water through a sieve.
The fix I’m found in is entirely of my making,
and those I refuse, the answer no, they’re not taking.
Is this the new norm in which I must exist,
Some stamp envelopes “final notice”
thinking I won’t resist.
Over the course of my lifetime several bad/unpleasant things have happened during the Christmas/New Year time frame which are always remembered. Also, I find it hard to say no;
so those I help, give/sell my name to others.
What a deal! Everyone feels entitled to a slice of my pie.
Tom
The day i felt your heartbeat within me,
Was the day i felt so happy and found myself again,
When the days past by slowly and you grew day by day,
I was awaiting for the moment to held you in my arms,
God had his own very plan to take you back from me,
I felt deep pain within me when i got to know you are gonna leave me soon,
My whole world started to get dark and i did not know what to do,
I just can feel that you are struggling to breathe deep inside me,
I can feel your little feet kicking me for awhile,
I know that you did not want to leave me but you planned to stay in me even when you died for several days,
It was the most hardest moment to let you go,
I guess god loves you more and he took you away from me,
Now my world is so empty without you,
I no longer hear your heartbeat and this makes me sad,
I love you so much my dear angel,
Hope to see you again one day in heaven,
I do not know how am i going to overcome this lost,
But i surely know that i am going to miss you so badly,
Each and every movements in me will be always remembered,
Rest In Peace my Angel,
The Unknown Warrior Comes Home
by Robert J (Bob) Moore © Nov.2018
From the battlefields on the Western front
four warriors, are going home
plain coffins covered by the flag
these warriors were unknown
One would be chosen, on this day
to represent them all
as a memory to all soldiers
who had heard the final call
Was not just for the missing
or for those in unmarked ground
but so all with loved ones over there
could believe they had been found
And so we sleep in peace now
beneath the setting sun
in Flanders Fields, and Ypres
and the forests of Verdun
Now we know that one of us
for all of us cannot
will make that journey home again
and we will never be forgot
Always Remembered
We bid you farewell,Oh Dear!
Farewell Sweet Memory
Through faith We face reality.
Our God Himself descended
To his word We adhere
He held you a bit closer
and wiped away each tear.
He raised you to his land
with a loving hand,
We'll miss you Dear Uncle
We'll miss you Dear friend.
Until We meet again
In our hearts you will stand.
A hat covering white hair
Your beard never hid a smile
Your jokes,your low voice,
Past stories told,
the tick-tock sound of each clock,
Shared moments,Hours to behold.
Always remembered
Fondly in our thoughts
An Old Pal,A humble man
with a heart of gold.
Until We Meet Again
In the Land Of No Tears
Dear Uncle Aldo,
We Bid You Farewell.
My Brothers Boots
David J Walker
(3/19/74)
They opened him
And closed him
And told him to go home a
And wait
I was a soldier then
I took leave to come home
And be with him
We talked about the army
And he gave me his jump boots
Thirteen years old
But still shined
With a little spit and kiwi
In Germany
I wore them on guard duty
The midnight street lamp
Glowed a halo
On the mirrored toes
And I walked as if
Each step might be their last
A letter came
A week after the funeral
I spit-shined his boots
Naturally
And carefully laced and tied them
As I had always remembered them
And put them in a box
In the bottom of my
Footlocker
To rest
Always remembered
When life was a feather
Us greeting our pleasure
As examples of following
Age old places and its glory
Valued our perception
We ruled our reasoning
But not our sentiments
Unforeseen needs and impression
In our contemporary
With fine arts of misery
And fondness of outbreak
Sub Categories
Looking for the formal definition, structure, and history of this poetry form? Visit the Poetry Dictionary entry below. Then return to explore how PoetrySoup members bring the form to life through their own poems.