Best Handed Down Poems

I hear much joy in the music,
View elation in the dance
Feel happiness in the laughter,
Soulful spirit in poetic romance.

I feel love in the language
Swelling in my heart.
Reverence for God and Goddess
In beloved families far apart.

I love the customs and the people
As they celebrate each day
Living...

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Life shattered, soul crushed, another one has perished 
once gone from this world was all she ever cherished
No amazing and joyful tales to tell the kids
just naked silence, from raging of black rapids
From heavens above, truest of gifts handed down
romance sent, from He that wears...

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India (Original Poem)

I hear much joy in the music,
View elation in the dance
Feel happiness in the laughter,
Soulful spirit in poetic romance.

I feel love in the language
Swelling in my heart.
Reverence for God and Goddess
In beloved families far apart.

I love the customs and the people
As they celebrate...

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‘neath the halo of a full moon
Wind Talker gives music to the night
flute carved from a fallen tree
 
he plays to the dwindling forest
trees that remain and creatures losing habitat
softly the melody resonates through the woods
 
Wind Talker recalls stories handed down
tribal legacies of prosperity,...

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Love Was Sent, Treasure That Healed Two Crushed Hearts, 
A Collaboration with Susan Ashley
 
Life shattered, soul crushed, another one has perished 
once gone from this world was all she ever cherished
No amazing and joyful tales to tell the kids
just naked silence, from raging of...

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How I loved spending a week of the summer holidays with my grandparents. Gramps would come and pick me up in his old pick- up truck, dad would bundle my suitcase into the back and I’d be on my way. Gramps would whistle as we...

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I could smell that fresh baked dough, rising up 
through the air. Created from double zero flour,
from Italy, carefully prepared.

A fine effort, was made to preserve this delicious
perfection. A secret recipe handed down from 
generation, to generation.

All the spices were fresh, to create an awesome
flavor....

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[Verse 1]
I keep staring at the empty side of the bed
Wondering why you left without a word said
Was it the way I held on too tight?
Or did you just get tired of the fight?

[Verse 2]
You slipped out like smoke through my hands
Leaving me with questions...

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I've been musing lately about things that really make a home complete.
One thing for sure - a happy home is one with laughter and love replete!
'Twill be a place with affectionate parents who dearly love each other,
And blessed by a couple of kids - a...

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Edwin C Hofert

4-14-15

I was born in nineteen sixty the lion is my sign.
All my clothes were handed down there was nothing I called mine. 
There were six of us called siblings we didn't turn out too bad.
Raised by a single mother, raised without a dad.

I...

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For Carolyn


By Carolyn Devonshire & James Marshall Goff


My hand
Wet with tears pouring down my face
Reaches out and finds nothing
Empty spaces where familiar voices
Once comforted me
My only hope
Is sleep, where dreams, in sketchy
Re-wind, promise a glimpse of lost
Loved ones, maybe a voice, if fleeting
Even, to soothe...

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An English Life

It is midnight the Milk train pulls into darnall station
No ordinary passengers here
Steelworkers with their families
Loaded with fishing tackle, sandwiches and maggots
The Fossdyke in Lincolnshire, their destination
The fare Half a crown for happiness

The long walk in the dark,
A stairway to heaven in my...

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Memories Contest
Sponsor: Nayda Ivette Negron


We built a remembrance sight just for you, dear sister,
   a granite bench with a poem engraved with your name,
      I could always count on you to be my number one listener,
  ...

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Take time to show 
The people around you that you care
Time is an unpredictable force
When you turn around there’s no one there.

Take time to hear 
Each story from the past
Handed down through generations
They must be shared in order to last.

Take time to see
The stranger standing...

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Passed down through generations I hold a gift of soup poetry,
it doesn’t matter if it’s hot or cold, as long as it comes in rhyme,
free verse is also tasty when I add a good analogy,
and sometimes I add a little bit of limerick and thyme....

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