God below us now
With each as all there is
And miracle, a sudden word,
Flooding thoughts
We cannot faster spill,
Until a fear of drowning
In the merging all could be;
Til we become as one;
One and done and free.
While none can say the name
Of two or twenty, not of fame
The greatest gift is love bestowed
To those whose candle bears no flame.
Only life is immortal,
Dancing once with each of us
Then moving on;
Leaving us to grieve
For all that’s gone.
Our Dying Love
Love is like a dyin' ember
Only memories remain
Through the ages I'll remember
Blue eyes cryin' in the rain
Blue Eyes Cryin’ In The Rain Willie Nelson
When we were young,
love flamed in hot passion.
Our souls entwined in bliss and
separation brought anguish
Living in the moment brought joy.
Our love is fading now, and
the spark is growing cold.
We barely speak.
Separation will bring peace.
Willie said it best:
Love is like a dying ember
Only memories remain
In sad memory of the dead
With nothing more that could be said
At the edge of town as the sun went down
I put a bullet in my head
How could I've known what lied in store
My life shattered forever more
Out near Puget Sound where my true love drowned
Her body washed up on the shore
She was an angel sent to Earth
Filled with joy and infectious mirth
A miracle found and parental bound
Four months away from giving birth
With nothing left of me to save
My soul ever her dying slave
In the cold dark ground where no love's around
Lies my heart in a shallow grave
Our love is but a chilled shiver from a forgotten breeze,
Stunned neck hairs prickling to the touch.
Our love is but a happy memory,
Sweet to the mind, numb to the tongue.
Our love is a place called home to me,
How far away we’ve traveled from.
No matter my endeavors; she returns every year
Whether she totally does understand my despair
To this yearly seasonal unrequited sad love affair
As to her yellow flower beauty I don't have a care
Digging up foundations ripping away at her roots
A pouring of strong weed killer we are in cahoots
Her now lifeless body lies besides me as so felled
The satisfaction to her death inside me is quelled
But, such is her love for me; she will soon return
She's not one to give up; she will not be spurned
And come next year, she will give it one more try
Pleading with me I love you don't let our love die
Her heart broken, as yet again, I hear not her cry
As yet again her lifeless body does beside me lie
Maybe next year I should just let her up and grow
And for her my dandelion, in return my love show
In Memory of You
So that even if my moribund mind fails
to show your fading beautiful face again,
you shall glow eternally in these trembling words.
By no means hollow are the choicest crowns
this dying poet does bestow on his cherished lover.
1st Prize, Something Beautiful 5 line rhyme Contest
Date: November 5 2021
My lips drip of the words
I want to express
Follow my hands
I’ll trace a map for us
On your skin
We will meet in the middle
Hands in hand
Colors overflowing
Our cups
The wands spinning out of control
Moving out of their own accords
Meet me down at the lobby
We can change the world, I said
We had set each other free
The twilight nights at the beach
Playing those
Coldplay and Chainsmokers songs
You liked
How we danced on that stage
The spotlight was on us
Sneaking smiles across behind the curtains
Our eyes closed
In the dark of the velvet
The never ending pills and
The overflowing vodka
The sleepless nights
That Polaroid shot of me
You took at the beach
The shades
As dark as it was bright
Vivid and wild
Only as wild as young as we are
Unforgettable,
It was good while it lasted
Until I had to let it go
The reds and blues were
Flaming in my eyes
Streaming down my face
Staining me
In a dye of our
Dying love
In its breathing wake
Good night my Love
Dream of the morrow
Sleep tight my Love
Know not of sorrow
Sleep well my Love
our true path is narrow
Good cheer my Love
see Cupid’s sweet arrow
All’s well my Love
hear songs of the sparrow
Take care my Love
I‘ll see you in shadow
I watched as
she seemed to wretch away
when his fingers touched her skin
The petrol drizzled flowers
and past due chocolates
to pay for every bruise
how many never agains were too much
another drunken lurch
bruises elevated to breaks
His key in the door
my mothers involuntary shakes
I remember when she could raise
her eyes above the horizon line
i remember when
her dead doll eyes
had an inward shine
I will never be him
and will never forgive
love for its crime
She was such a woman of intellect,
With just her brain, she could take anyone down.
With a razor sharp wit, that cut deep,
A stubbornness the like of I’d never seen,
Indeed, nor have I ever bore witness to since.
Never in need of assistance,
She was everyones rock to cling on to,
In times of distress and sorrow,
Least of all mine.
Then one day………Alzheimers
Such a cruel blow to a lady of such standing.
Slowly, intellect and memories, stripped away,
Until, nothing left but an empty shell,
Just a shadow of whom she once was.
There was nothing to cling on to,
Our rock was slowly being dismantled.
Everyday a little more was chipped away.
Distressing and heartbreaking to watch,
For many, death in the end, was a blessing
For me, death had already claimed her soul,
Many years before.
It will be to my eternal shame,
I never visited her,
Not in those final months.
For, the woman I had known and loved
Had already long since departed.
The woman I sat before,
I no longer recognized,
Alas, nor she me.
©Gary Wayne Hill, 2019
I'm in a relationship with myself
Walking alone on a ticking clock
Improvising only to disappoint
Existing to be invisible.
People who came and left
Took a piece of me
I am now a matrix of crumbs
Bet I'm about to constellate
I self quarrel on a gloomy day
Still battling an overdose
Of between depression and Mirtazapines
Both kills me anyway
I will be in a relationship with myself
Not because there is no one left to
But because I am jaded with the inevitable
Death now is but a random blur
Will this solitude give me the cure?
Tribute to my Husband
Celebrating; Independence Day, this year,
brought on a whole new meaning for us,
for it was our last holiday together,
one I will always treasure.
I packed a picnic lunch for two,
our first and last meal alone,
we'd a fantastic view of the river,
saying our "I do's" all over again.
Our Last Fourth of July
This picnic was a representation
of our 35 years of marriage, it came, with
dancing lights, resounding booms,
a night to remember.
He took my hand and said I love you,
my dearest, always and forever,
I saw flares of red, white and blue,
reflecting in his eyes, we kissed passionately.
Our Last Fourth of July
The fireworks that night were magical,
reflecting off the river promenade,
our sons were somewhere down there,
for my eyes only saw the man I love.
Goodbye, my love, even though, my heart
lay heavy, the days after you're gone, I will
remember that picnic, on July 4, 2018.
The memories, we shared, I shall cherish forever.
Tribute to my Husband
writing artist
you are like my favorite drugs .....you a treat to my life, and like a cancer you are killing me slowly.... yet you make each moment with you one to always remember...like heroine i cant seem to get enough of you cos i never satisfied
Here I lie
Left here to die
By those considered allies
So today is the day love dies
Harden the heart
Deaden the soul
Let your heart grow cold
But wait my advice should not be heeded
For I am not what you needed
Don't be like me
Be wise and see
That the love in your heart is what makes you good
Don't put on the darkness' hood
For the day love dies
Is the day the soul dies
And i don't want that for you my dear child
. Dying Love
A beautiful child conceived
to prevail the beauty of God's
art
But right from the start
Secrets covered in a stiff cold
heart
On those cold winter days
When two hearts molded to one
She cultivated her mind, her
heart
for good seeds to be sown
He motivated the love by giving
promises as seeds
He suffocated the young love by
his deeds
hoping that the child's future will
succeed
Of all the promises sown in her
mind
only one got to be reaped
Sad regrets heaped in the poem
you are reading now
Only if the words could save our
baby love before she dies
One can only reap what he
sowed
my reward is the death of my
young love
Hush little baby, your father has
been careless from the start
If there is anyone to blame
Your dad torn you apart
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