Child Bereavement Poems

In realms beyond, where shadows dance with glee,
Draw near, sweet child, and heed my decree.
Though my earthly form resides, in silent repose,
My essence endures, as...

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Re: viewing the emotionally prosperous papa razz zee life I did not live

The following poetic account 
written more'n a dozen 
dirty dancing decades ago, 
while...

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More'n nine months on...

and still I feel infuriated at myself
concerning squandered funds
passively, senselessly, and willingly
surrendered nest egg
to computer hackers
(imposters, jackknifing, and liquidating)
coercing me to forfeit...

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God loves and cares, He sees our tears,
And knows the number of our hairs.
When tears like dewdrops flow and fall
His mythic mug collects them all.

Be...

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           'Til Her Last Breath

My grandmother always told me 
That "words don't have to be...

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"An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth,"
Israel's war crimes, a brutal truth..
The statistics are glaring and growing more bleak.
One thousand Gaze an...

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Oh I’m looking for my missing piece
Hi-dee ho, here I go 
It’s been two days since you left
It feels like I’ve been rolling for centuries
You’re...

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Poetry Soup, it has been a while
What has happened, so much death judgement vindication even when I was a child
Green mile I had to walk...

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Alas, my sweet child you shan't!
Get used to an insane, world of can't!
Our brilliant brains are fully scrubbed,
As sniling and kids in a foaming bath.
Rub-y-dee,...

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To V on the passing of her mother

They say we choose our parents from some ethereal plain
Deciding on the womb to bare the birthing and...

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Plank & axle
Poem
Lionel Derbyshire

Two lad's halted child
And mature men bolted out
One chose the plank
The other the axle
And laboured hard
The slog they had to do
For a...

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Twenty first century civilization gone?... I askew.

Ah... what luxury to wax poetic 
as freedom to trumpet thoughts, 
ideas, emotions, et cetera will wane,
especially if president...

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My wretched soul so twisted by self doubt,
malingered on false words and fragrant lie.
Through turbulence and ever-endless drought,
in hushed distress, my inner child did cry.
Yet...

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Long the silence in his crib 
Where happiness once bloomed.
Draped in black are closed white doors
Of his empty nursery room.
No longer does his hobby horse...

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Written: November 20, 2023
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Divorce is rarely a triumph, falling apart as a curse. ...

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