Best Rememberence Poems

There is no money in the truth
No fame for all to know your name
Many selling goats and sheep
And the dove collecticeables
Still in these days to...

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My hands look worn, marked by the passing of time,
Of sunlight, cold, heat and work.
They have baked, cooked, gardened and harvested,
They have held the hands...

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??Malachi? ?4:5?-?6? ?NIV??
[5] “See, I will send the prophet Elijah to you before that great and dreadful day of the Lord comes. [6] He will...

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Even if it rains
in white 
snow,
I will shelter 
my head 
under a black 
umbrella.

For the white 
storm
that 
splattered the 
bones of 
Nehanda and 
Kaguvi,
i will...

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each of us in broken in some form or fashion
be it external or internal we all have our share and ration
the brokeness that characterizes the...

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Leaves are falling as if it was its last,
but truthfully, its the beginning for a new sprout.

The twigs are talking to say it is time,...

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There are two sides
In the poetry we write
One from the dark
And one from the light

The dark writes of pain
Mourning and loss
A love gone awry
With emotional...

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I thought I saw Judy Jo just now. 
There was a commotion, someone shouted out, then the sound of a fist meeting face and a...

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A day of rememberence
a day of joy but sadness
a day of thank you's 
a day of memories

Boys who learned to grow up quickly 
boys who...

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In the house
of spirit
Fire breaths
at the hearth
An empty piano
plays
tuneful notes
remembered
and now forgotten

Outside
rain splashes
stain glass
this
is colour

warm
wet
sparklets

In rememberence
of what was
what is

Inbetween

warmth
wetnees
colour
tune

merge

with jasmine scent

A collective ambiance

An entity

In thy...

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It rained down upon me
robed
in ancient grace; 
lacing me in conscious life experience.
Gravity extracting the wet from my arms
lingering on my fingers
with gentle force.
The natural...

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Staring at the candle light,
remember me,so vibrant and bright.
The smoke it exhales is akin to my soul.
All floating and dreaming,yet distant and cold.
No one can...

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Begin with the end.

Time to rainfall down, kissing mine essence.
In thought. That of thy memories in rememberence.

To branches ascends thy child hood memoirs.
Do you as...

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We have to believe in something completely intangible.
Something unseen, heard and only fathomed.
Greater than ourselves, more important than agendas.
The one true anomaly that heals.

It is...

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Is it all that I am but a kiss,

What is Love, You should not ask.

It is something that becomes.  

It is not something else...

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