Anniversary Death Poems | Examples
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This is "House of Khloe" part two
Grand mama has long gone home
Free from disease and pains
Lo, at last our mama has joined Grand ma
In the heavenly assembly
What a sight what a glory that would have been
Grand mama with her adage and admonition
And mama with her melodious voice
Joining the heavenly choir, laying down crowns
And raising the royal diadem in joyous celebration
We the house of Khloe are not mourning again
We also join the host of the heavenly choir
From earth we lay down the crowns as we bow in worship
We feel lost here,
It’s been a year
Since my biggest fan has departed
Leaving all of us disheartened.
Some days are good, some are hard;
Your leaving left us scarred.
So many mixed emotions
Our lives turn in chaotic motions.
I know exactly where you are,
Yet you still feel very far.
I know we’ll be reunited
And the thought leaves me excited.
But we are no less lonely,
And the days still pass slowly.
We love and miss you, Katie.
Life leads me in mourning on an anniversary day,
Among a bleak backdrop of ice and emptiness,
Pure indifference in my troubled heart,
I am sent from death in a new adventure.
Sent to separation in a small vessel
Through a stream of blood, numbed by cold,
I step into the new world in a stained robe
Carrying an old sin that others have committed.
An anonymous player on an imperfect stage,
With a disheveled appearance, a beret on my head,
I am thrust from death into stylish diapers,
Among void beings, I feel out of place.
I am the outcast of death in a frosty exile,
On a deserted island with a hint of infinity,
Beside humanity, an ocean of nothing,
A provincial in death, a nobody in life.
A beautiful sunny day,
In the land of paradise.
Thunder rings in the distance as my,
Pulse quickens, and dread takes over.
There are no clouds in the skies,
I sense the devil is approaching.
Looking down from the mountain of heaven,
I see the hellfire from the,
Circle of blood from the devil.
The fire and blood falling from the sky,
As they hit the grey ladies when they sink.
Within a flash, I see thousands of bodies,
Flying, bleeding, and dying defenseless,
Against the devil,
The devil who flies in the sky, with the circle of blood.
This one act of cowardice will fuel the anger of,
The nation, which will ultimately lead to war.
This will be known as the Day of Infamy.
It is a day that America will never forget.
We exist in ourselves with multiple connections
We earthly move as, I, me, mine/ fictional
pretenses all together as a trio of one.
We enliven our ancestors in every
aspect of past life overtures.
In physical death we are surrounded
by/with every eternal loved one, as they
patiently wait in their spiritual wings, eagerly
awaiting to celebrate our ethereal homecoming.
Spiritual vanguards
pave our paths to soulsville
speck of dust rejoice
Dad died during his dream. A dream of delaying his
death, destroying the cancer and deterring his doom.
His date with destiny deployed and determined. The
doctors did there darnest to defibrillate him. He died
determined on the table as his heart defeated him and
his family. The doctors delivered the deflating news
after the surgery dissipated. Where on this December
day the weather turned distant and dark. Every
December passing since, there's a drizzle of
dreariness. Decades later the dragonslayer still drags
on disreputable, dwelling in my mind.
9/26/22
Anniversary Poetry Contest
Sponsor- Sara Kendrick
N/A
"There are some who bring a light so great to the
world that even after they have gone the light remains."
_Unknown
Anniversary
beautiful
charm dangles ever from
glittering heirloom
idyllic juju
keepsake
lovely memories
necklace ornament
palpates
quiet recollections
sorrow terrible
unbidden
valediction withdrawal
xoxo
yearnings zapped
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September 08, 2022
Poetry/ABC/Husband's Death
Copyright Protected, ID 06-1486-133-08
All Rights Reserved, 2022, Constance La France
Written for the Standard contest, Anniversary
sponsor, Sara Kendrick, Judged 10/16/2022
First Place
My heart was seized by grief; for days, the tears would flow.
No blow could be more shocking. My sweet Mama died
On Labor Day, September 5, two thousand five.
Precious memories of her deep love bring me a smile~~
This Labor Day, September 5 of twenty-two.
September 5, 2022
Fifth June 2021 you passed on to glory
Seven days to your 58th birthday
Today as the world celebrates
Your 59th posthumous birthday
Your legacy of love lives on
Your legacy of charity lives on
Your legacy of forgiveness lives on
One life for Christ was all you had
One life for Christ was so dear to you
He was your strength
He was your joy
He was your all
Without Him you would have fallen
Prophet TB Joshua happy birthday!
May my greatest feat,
My magnum opus be:
That I loved whole heartedly
And extraordinarily!
May those who knew me,
Know I loved thee best.
Grandma’s
secret places
mothballed memories
In memory of the SS Edmond Fitzgerald
November 10, 1975
Seventeen miles Northwest of Whitefish Point, Michigan
Lake Superior
Twenty-nine crew men are cradled
in a watery grave
no distress calls were ever heard
no bodies ever recovered
the gales of November turned fierce
as the 729 foot ore carrier
plummeted to her final resting place
530 feet below
Lake Superior holds too many secrets
and leaves to many mysteries
It's unforgiving of sailors, yet
catches every tear from the families and friends
of the SS Edmond Fitzgerald
Three long years since my love has gone away
And I have settled into a life of lonely self-ease,
Seeing no regrets or sorrows I need to appease
Still sometimes I think I live in perpetual disarray.
If morning should portend a dark and gloomy day
My personal freedom ensued from a dread disease
That took my loved one away like a chilly breeze,
Leaving me alone and bewildered in fogs of gray.
So, this quandary lingers in my oft-grieving mind
How to move my life into exciting new adventures
Without feeling guilty that my love is left behind,
That she is no longer able to grace my ventures
Which will not prevent me keeping her enshrined
And honoring her among my cherished treasures.
written October 26, 2021
From high a silent body fell,
another...then...another.
Someone's father...someone's
mother...husband...grandpa...
sister...brother.
They fell into the clouds
that day
caught by angels on
their way.
Can our tears be also
caught
to cement love what hate
has wrought?
A cloud of dust, and they
were gone.
A summer's day, a bitter
song.
We became those who
were lost,
brothers, sisters, differences
tossed.
Now, twenty years along
the road,
both good and bad have
been bestowed.
We've learned some things
from that sad day
we can find each other
but a smile away.