Death And Love Poems - Poems about Death And Love

I see her eyes, I hear her voice. In gratitude, how I rejoice. On grains of sand, below blue skies, I hear her voice, I see her eyes. Her gentle touch, her cheering hand - below blue skies, on grains of sand, she is alive - I know this much, her cheering hand, her gentle...

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Crumpled flower by the roadside, sadly wilted, withered, and dried - for asking, I beg your pardon: whilst never cared for in a garden, were you pretty before you died? I love you, 'cuz I know you tried....

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"With each wave of anguish that crashes over me, I find myself drowning in my own tears." ~ by poet I walked through the rusted gates and entered a godforsaken plot of land. A family cemetery on top of the hill near the River Strand. A chilled...

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Eight years old in short pants clad, I am going with my dad, Dodger stadium, surreal - but Heaven is for real. Late at night, lifeguard station, tenderness and elation - first kiss, how does it feel - like Heaven is for real. It seemed I never could persuade, but, in my dorm, that night she stayed - Another...

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After all these years, we still stand— your love, your life, sacrificed for me. Our struggles were always overtaken by love. Your smile shone brighter than the rest. You blossomed into my rose, my calm in every storm. You were my heart when mine felt lost. My shoulder when the world came crashing. Your kisses— moments of love I’ll never forget. We shared laughter, shared dreams, and then… shared life. I watched your hands shake, your...

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Glorious Love Time has shewn his face, but free A date the waiting soul to be. Upon thy bed he lay barbed to the sky She wonders if it's time to say goodbye. His finger folds a curl on her hand It's if as though both two should understand. One last look his eyes bid to a view Her loving face...

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As I remember, I was about six years old the day Aunt Edie babysat. Why weren't any of my brothers home? Was Mom stressed with me? Maybe that.  We talked for many hours about everything, all that was on my mind. I had never known a lady to be so patient, gentle, and kind.  Later, my mom said that my aunt was surprised I...

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Would that I could consider this departure A pleasure trip to lands with beautiful sights. Traveling for betterment of mind and spirit A place you go…and come back you might. I wish I could imagine you will answer each letter that I write, or pick up the phone when I dial, making your absence lose its...

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Amazing Grace By Amazing Grace your life was saved United family, friend, foe and God As we sang your eyes turned to heaven And you let go of your earthly brethren By Amazing Grace, mom will bear her grief Knowing that you are saved, her relief Her heartache and pain knows no boundaries When the dawn breaks, all she has is memories By Amazing...

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Evilly absurd, Bombing lives doesn’t win peace; Just wishful power:- War and peace are antonyms. You can’t make them synonyms:- War can not bring peace, Just collateral damage, And high death rates:- Peace comes with labors of love, Nourished by God’s healing grace:- War only knows hate, Bombing homes, schools, and churches, Filled with peaceful lives:- When will this world ever be A world rooted in love’s peace?! ...

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Leaves labor in loam, roses endure the drouth’s weight, From the east, petals peel, in soft drift concatenate. Chariot’s beacon soars to the glint’s edge of tomorrow To know, to grow, to sow, to go Ooooh… ahhh… mmmm… Aaaah-ooooh… ooooh-aaaah… Mmm-hmmm… ohhh-ohhh… ahhh… Oooh-waaaah… ooh… mmm… ahhh… Brightly Shiny Threshing floor Sacred door The axis wobble Eternal circle Summer adieu Seasons...

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Her smile, the softly ringing bells of her laughter, the newly discovered talismans against encroaching death. The delicate light, faint but growing, that first lit and warmed her own glowing freckled skin, danced in her eyes like the sea in the summer, bounced off the glints of auburn in her hair until she seemed lighted from...

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They say that those in hell won't come back. Internally in pits of darkness, it's the hardest thing to break someone free.  Wanna hear about the night that Chris Nielson died? Wanna hear about the night his wife Annie couldn't take anymore, the night Annie's mind got fried? Both of them trying not dwell and continue to...

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In a small town nestled in Tennessee's embrace, Lived a man named Roger, with a wild, free grace. A rebel and a dreamer, a hippie at heart, With a spirit so vibrant, he played his own part. With a big heart that welcomed all souls in his way, He spread...

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your mirth warmed a room....like rich coffee with cinnamon rolls on sundays...

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