Best In Memoriam Poems

Love our enemies as ourselves
Let he who is without sin throw the first stone
Turn the other cheek
He who does wrong to the least of us
Does wrong to me
				Crucified c. 33

With malice toward none and charity toward all
If slavery is not wrong, then nothing is wrong
Let...

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Roger Ebert~ "At The Movies" 
Chicago Film Critic: Pulitzer Prize winner for Criticism. 
Has a star in his name, at the Hollywood Walk of Fame.
Passed away in 2013 A.D.

~~A Dedication to Roger Ebert~~

Ah, dear Roger! Gone but not forgotten.
Infinitely compassionate, warm and fun!
With you, and many...

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I
I woke up this morning with tears in my eyes,
your face was in the morning paper;
they shot you dead like a dog,
hunted you out all day and night.

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9/11... In MEMORIAM.

The thousands of valuable people in an instant we lost!
Twas a most painful, national cost.
Our country won't be that loved again,
It's turned into a painful joke, in fact,almost, a sin.

We once loved one...

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They handed it to me  
The heavy green wool jacket
Circa 1918

Found safe in an attic
In its pockets
“dogtags”
Shoe buckles
And a small bracelet
Etched…NELLIE.

He had come home
He would remember
The men that came home

He would never forget
Those that hadn’t.

As I placed it in the box
I whispered
“THANK YOU FOR...

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In Memoriam Quietly Always Close

Are they whispers, then, settling
So gently upon that slightest breeze wending
     Over the granite crosses and statues of cradling angels,
     Which stand in their long cemetary rows?
Stating each name of the one passed...

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Teardrops, bagged eyes, a way of sin
The mirror reveals a lost eternal soul
A conniving move against tonight's phantom glow
Voices circle the insomniac moon
Like magic and beauty, "She's Gone With the Wind."

The idea of love, 
broken like yesterday's wishbone.
She is leaving today, her arms, my shelter
Her...

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there's a little dog that's laughing
at a cow jumping the moon
and a cat playing a fiddle
on the wall of a bright room
where a mobile's hanging silent
waiting patiently to turn
like the pages on the bookshelf
that proclaim it's fun to learn
and there's a bible on a small...

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Back then,
backyards were big enough
to nurture a growing soul
and provide a space
for the earth to play out
its seasons in full rehearsal.
There were wide tracks 
of grass, trees to climb, 
old sheds to rummage
with their interiors full of tools 
and bric-a-brac 
webbed in history.

There was food...

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Anne-Lise Andresen-  "Hugs"
Anisha Dutta- "Sweet Lady" 
Beata Agustin- "Spiritual" 
Bill Baker- "Friend from Texas" 
Brandy Nicole- "Whispers & Scribbles" 
Brian Sambourne- "One of my Canadian besties" 
Brian Sand- Contest #10,000 (lol)-keep 'em coming, Brian! 
Carolyn Devonshire- "Sweet Caroline" (R.I.P. dear Carolyn)
Christina Bowring- "Hugs &...

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Corralled Beneath A Slow Sink Of Half-Moons
 { After: Section LXIX of Memoriam by Tennyson}

An angel of soft and wanted touch, 
she delivers, serenity in tow; 
can this sunken vessel proclaim, as much, 
agreeing to lift the pain from my soul! 

Will this humble plea...

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Miss your barks, miss your presence
Miss your enthusiastic greetings, miss your adorable face
Miss the innocence of your brown eyes, miss your liveliness
Miss the vibes that you spread, of your infectious cheerfulness

Miss the walks we took together and the hikes we did to hills and lakes
Miss...

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Acrid smoke in the scientist’s bell jar
Blankets of chenille-covered snow
Crystalline carbon diamond star
Drips forming stalactites grow
Effervescent waterfalls’ dreams
Frothy-topped cappuccinos 
Gelid surfaces of lakes and streams
Halos of angels in holy repose 
Icebergs splitting from their source 
Jasmine-covered pergolas in Spring
Knuckles clenched in fear or remorse
Love’s purest...

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Even though you're not here, 
I miss your morning meows
I've ignored you parting from me
But, you haven't gone anyhow. 

I remember six years ago,  
When you came into my life
We had so much fun back then
Those years have `been our best flight!' 

The best...

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Brown and worn
She slowly trundled, 
Carrying the tattered and torn
Clutching their bundle.
She leans to the right
And then the left,
In that pitiful night
Laying sleepers bereft.
All her metal and carriage
Held a thousand souls
Between their marriage
Of  her red hot coals.
And the wooden doors weep
The iron locks, hold...

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