Best Fade Poems
NOTE: This poem means a lot to me for it brings back memories of my childhood. My father, a WWII veteran was, in my eyes, indestructible. There was nothing he could not do. My mother was a constant loving guiding force that led our home. They were always there for us. Life comes full circle and when I wrote this poem Mom and Dad were failing, elderly and a mere shadow of their prime glory. I missed those times and still do. As I raise my children I am nearing retirement and I wonder what they think of me these days. The same I hope.
Don’t fade Papa, don’t leave us alone,
Where is that strong man,
Who wisely ruled our home?
Strong were his hands that once led,
That picked us up when we fell,
And carried us safely to our beds.
Don’t fade Papa,
Who is this broken man before me?
It wasn’t that long ago,
He was the inspiration for us to see.
Life comes full circle to us all,
I am not as strong as I used to be,
“Papa come play ball with me!” I hear my son call.
Don’t fade Papa, don’t leave us alone,
Take us back, to our happy home.
Don’t fade Mama, don’t leave us alone,
Where is that strong woman,
The guiding light of our home?
Strong was her love that once led,
That tickled out tummies,
And tucked us snuggly into bed.
Don’t fade Mama,
Who is this broken woman before me?
It wasn’t that long ago,
She was the example for us to see,
Life comes full circle to us all,
I am not as strong as I used to be,
“Mama have tea with me with me” I hear my daughter call.
Don’t fade Mama, don’t leave us alone,
Take us back, to our happy home.
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5/1/19
To gaze back upon footprints of my time
And see the prints so shallow fade to gray
As they dissolve and leave no trace behind
I'll hesitate to look beyond the day
When standing straight is a moment treasured
And hair once full is now a thin disguise
When my skin gains spots and wrinkles measured
I still smile every morning when I rise
When nothings real but passing time I live
And every deed pressed to my heart inlaid
I struggle with the things I must forgive
Before the mental photographs all fade
I'll watch the children of my heart at play
Before my footprints slowly fade away
2/7/14
the tree he planted still stands
wrapped in autumn’s fiery hues
while his colors have faded
…I visit his grave
*Written September 30, 2020
For Constance La France’s Dodoitsu contest
checked on howmanysyllables.com
This tear stained soul
called out in pain
The day our pleasures
fell like rain
Your softest touch
my skin knew well
Now scars my heart
with pangs from hell
Fade away Nirvana, fade away
Fade away Nirvana, fade away
Mournful thoughts cut
like Blue North Winds
As I strain to hear
your voice again
I've tried new words
and sang our song
But a change of lyrics
just seemed wrong
Fade away Nirvana, fade away
Fade away Nirvana, fade away
I miss the quiet
spent at your side
With love, no one
could make us hide
But now the noise
of less things said
Drowns out the hope
that's left for dead
Fade away Nirvana, fade away
Fade away Nirvana, fade away
8/25/2020
Red velvet petals, only I, seduce,
With hidden danger under the disguise,
My fingers feeling shyly, I reduce,
Thorns sharpen, ready, waiting the unwise.
Before me, bleeding poison, I assume,
This flower withered, shriveled the entire,
A dark extracted substance, the perfume,
No beauty, only sorrow, I admire.
Withdrawn I wept lamenting the depart,
A rosebud, crimson, youthful, I erased,
A lifeless flower, never I impart,
nor taken with affection, I embraced.
Written by Kelly Deschler October 23rd, 2014
I wrote this in memory of my uncle.
Flowers die and pictures fade,attempting
to erase every memory ever made.
Letters are lost while the clouds roll in,
letting the rain pour and the sadness begin.
Feelings are lost and people pass on,showing
us we're the one's who have to be strong.
GOD gives us strength to keep our head held high,
not letting the wonders of the world pass by.
Love everyday and you will see,miracles
happen when you believe.
Nothing can stop you from living your life,
even when the pain cuts like a knife.
Some family we've lost and some still remain,
leaving only love and happiness to be gained.
Some memories fade while the best never die,
leaving you with feelings of wanting to laugh and cry.
People make the biggest impact without even trying,
then everything changes when they are dying.
Ton's of faces get lost in the crowd,
to your surprise certain one's stand out.
GOD gives you love and never leaves you alone,
providing a loving family along with a good home.
Life will bear obstacles and put you to the test,
but you have to be strong and always try your best.
Never back down from any hardship thrown your way,
it will make you stronger until your last day.
Say what you feel in your heart and never back down, even
when your taking your last breath take one last look around.
Angels are singing a song only you can hear,
complete the last part with an open heart,
and absolutely no fear.
Flowers will die and pictures will fade,
but your memory is one that will always stay.
In Loving Memory of my Uncle
You will be missed dearly.
MAY 28th 2012
My one burning wish -
I want not to fade away
like rotten lace, dumped
onto a trash heap and forgotten.
I want to leave myself behind,
for those who come after
to inhale during breakfast.
Not money, like my mother,
who judged it to be the only thing
of worth she had to leave behind,
as though her love meant nothing,
as though her virtue didn't count.
A nonpareil pattern of motherhood,
of personhood for that matter,
written in permanent script,
propagated in layers of goodness,
flung onto her progeny
with the glue of infinity.
As long as I live, so will she.
I want that,
when it's my turn to go.
Why does splendor gray
Why does the flower fade
Once a fair maiden
Now an old maid
Beauty's virtue lies not in decay
This poem is dedicated to Souper Joyce Johnson! “The Greatest Generation” was penned by newscaster Tom Brokaw in 1998 and became a best seller. This generation is defined as people born between 1901 and 1927 who survived the Great Depression and World War II.
The Great Depression
World War II
Multiple epidemics
Assassination of a president
At 80 Joyce picked up her poetic pen
Joining Poetry Soup, way back then
Lifetime of memories and wisdom she shares
Musings from a woman who loves and cares
Surviving life-changing losses
Burying her parents
Losing her beloved husband
And all her siblings
As her century mark approached, a publisher phoned
Seeking to spread the perspectives Joyce owned
“Lifetime Memories in Verse,” a special archive
Joyce’s poems displayed to keep memories alive
History repeats
From past mistakes we learn
Our “Greatest Generation” is disappearing
Tap their wisdom now
*March 9, 2021
For Line Gauthier’s “Poetry as Legacy” Contest
My Heart Shall Not Fade In Crying Red Rust
I shall beat down the walls of your dungeon
And smash its power into fading dust.
My spirit by you will not be bludgeoned,
My heart shall not fade in crying red rust!
Once, I saw such goodness in your sweet soul.
Those years have all vanished into the dark,
Where raging waters drown love in its roll
Madness of your hate shows to be so stark!
I still long for that soft gentle touch
With the press of those sexy luscious lips.
This heart cries deep, in loving you so much
Despite cut of claws on your fingertips!
I can never change pains of fate and time.
Yet I cry my loss in poetic rhyme!
R.J. Lindley
Sept 23rd, 1976
Syllables Per Line:
10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10
Total # Syllables: 140
Total # Lines: 17 (Including empty lines)
Words with (syllables) counted programmatically:
Total # Words: 116
Note- Old poem, slightly edited today to improve its form
and omit sad and deeply personal messages vented at the time of
its creation. Although its extra verses (altered or cut) to bring
down to brevity of the sonnet form were very good, I will keep
the original intact in my private writes, for my children to read
only after I depart this existence.
Burn the night with your yellow shine, fall to my feet with a bleeding heart that begs to exist in my world of fame and fortune. You come and you used and abused my love of truth and expect forgiveness. He who waits for such forgiveness waits in vain for at night’s end he shall fall like burnt out ash in mid December that serves to bring fourth only warmth and comfort. With tear filled eyes I shall sit and watch you fall to the ground where all murders of the heart go. Squeezing and breathing are skills I have picked up along the road side of lusted souls lost to the hands of flying crows who's one mission is to pick your eyes out at the fist chance they get. Fade assure room less homes, crack walls, broken windows and wingless planes fly high and sore like a bird of rested soul. In memory of me who lie in her dug out grave seeing a tiny glimpse of the moon and stars fade.
This is how I come to fade!
oh baby I once loved you.
oh I once loved you!!
My heart is aching for you, now.
My love for you cries out!
it cries out!
oh oh this is the way you have made me.
This is the way I have come to fade.
Oh baby I once loved you.
Ripples fade on shore
as there will be next to fade
like a shipwrecked soul
who risks and writhes in defeat
like a dropping leaf on scream
12.19.17
"Stunner 2017"
hosted by Line
Third Place
A menagerie of mockingbirds are singing a melody,
of imitated tweets and chirps, like ripples of a flute;
And I wander a forest lush green and hushed quiet,
the twilight allows only a pellucid of light to stream in;
and in my dream I am so broken and lost.
A bright vermilion rose entices me to touch it and smell,
the frangipani perfume, so sweet and succulent;
so beautiful and luscious to this lost beauty wandering,
and in my dream I hold it to infuse my broken heart;
then, using my ancestral power- I fade into foliage.
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January 7, 2018
Poetry/Verse/I, Fade
Copyright Protected, ID 18-9809-32-01
All Rights Reserved. Written Under Pseudonym.
Written for the contest, 10 Words and 10 Lines Challenge
sponsor, Silent One
First Place
I have not seen it all
I have however, heard them
I heard their voices
I heard their laughter
I heard their cries
I heard them speak
From corners to corners
I heard them dancing
I heard them singing
I heard them call for the skies
I heard them seek
For a solace of every form
I heard them all
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.
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Then I heard nothing