Tribute For Him Poems | Examples
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Don’t know why we came so close,
Why time chose us—no one knows.
We gave a year, we shared the days,
In little moments, in quiet ways.
Today I held your photo near,
And every memory felt so clear.
I don’t wish to go back in time,
But hating you would feel like a crime.
Whatever we had, it wasn't all wrong,
Some parts of it still make me strong.
It’s not about love, not about pain—
Just good memories that still remain.
On the 4th of December 2015
You departed
For a journey of no return
Going beyond
Leaving behind
All you love and worked for
None can fill the void you left behind
We miss you our lovely father
Rest in power not in peace, dad.
You were a mantle of leadership
A man of integrity and more
Always guiding and protecting
All you love unapologetically
Love you always give without hesitating
Telling us it's the greatest force in the Universe
Death is inevitable and life is unpurchaseable.
You departed without a notice
After a brief illness
While we were all waiting for your healing
You left when we needed you most
You were so crazy about your ambition
Leaving a legacy behind your priority
We still aching from the pains of your deceased
This trauma is forever, our irreplaceable dad
You'll forever live in our hearts, your children.
My lovelight for you never shadowed,
my heart ascends into the flames of
the churning restless sun in
the soul wounds of the bereaved.
Forever you're in all my season's dreams,
a dedication, a tribute-
cannot be lost into the cosmos.
It lilts in our songs and
shooting star's journeys,
and fills the elements with
a universal anthem of unending cherish. ~
Bad boys
Change your Ways oh boys
Cos life is short oh boys
Is it better to die for nothing
Or to live for something valuable for peace
There is no good way in bad Ways
Stop hurting the streets
Change your ways oh boys
You can be better than to be bad
Drop your bullets
Drop your guns of wars
All we need is love not gang wars
We are tired of dying for nothing
So change your ways oh boys
Be a blessing instead of a curse
Bad boys
What will you do when the people
Cook for you
I bet you it will be your last meal on earth
Despite how dangerous you think you are
You can't be stronger than the people
So change your ways
Be part of the joy not the sadness
Be part of the happiness not the depression
Be the part of the peace not wars
We have come a long way
To keep this culture of bad gang alive
Burn the flags of hate
Destroy the caps of division
Trash away the spirits of hatred
And see one another in the hood as one
We have no other remedy apart from love
So I urge you bad man
Change your way or one day
You will eat your last meal by force on earth
Real recognize real
While I walk through the seasons of life
I meet alot of souls along the way
Some was nice
Some was wrong
Some was good
Alot was bad
Some was intimidating
Some was just friends
Alot was selfish
Too many was greedy
Despite all I meet on this Journey
There was the little few
Whose personality were beyond words cos
Real recognize real
Real recognize real
All I needed was what money can't buy
I don't ask for your ego or your level
I just wanted realness
No faking around
Life is short and I got no time
To retain it shorter than supposed
So I seek for my kind
They are not easy to come by
They are not everywhere
They are few who wear the lense of nature
They are not common
And when ever I find one
We connect so deeply
So happy with warming heart
We dont need money to stay in connected
Cos is not easy to come across realness
No wonder
Real recognize real
his penning the universe envies....beyond description
beyond reach
cosmos cannot compare....the very stars can't outshine
he masters words
Forget-Me-Not For Rico Leffanta
Poets love defines as does your photography
Screening feme fatal like it's a mammography
Blissful images erected
Virility unaffected
Observing what nature offers in demography
Hang loose Rico!
Mahalo
who didn't
love and admire
Milton,
or simply, "Milt"?
a true gentleman
and scholar
who gave...
so much of
himself
through friendship,
poetry,
and much more; a light...
that touched so many lives.
Milt,
you are missed, indeed.
Rest in peace, L. Milton Hankins. Thank you so very much for your countless supportive comments, and most importantly, your treasured gift of friendship.
In Honor of Milt - An Un-Contest Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Andrea Dietrich
Date written: 12/30/2022
The rain on Sunday
I do it for the love
Believe me I never sleep
When I mess the picture
Am always in my corner writing
It is a part of me
It is a cure
It is a remedy
It can also be a medication
I have been through this for too long
So watch your tongue
Cos it will rain on Sunday
I once said I was taller than twice
So enjoy 5days of a blissful rain
Cos for sure it will rain on Sunday
The world will be blessed again
With the songs of my soul
Believe me I never sleep
The rain on Sunday
Don't tempt me
When your eyes are dirty
Who do you think I will become
After all this sacrifices I gave
I told you not to worry
I warn you not to beat the demon
We are all who we are
A champion a sun
A life a fight
A struggle an artist
I need no permission to Excel
So watch out for the Sunday rain
When it rains you will hears the melodies
Of water
Water got no enemy my friend
We are all in this life together
Like it or not
The Sunday rain will always bless you
Cos I do it for love
A tribute to many men.
Over the sea to the north of me, up the river where the crocodiles roam in the village of my lovers home. Painting his face with black, ochre and white, looking just right with the cutest dimples shaping from his magnetic smile. Dedication to his people and culture brings an obscure haze between us where vision blurs hence spirit lifts to fly home, leaving the eagles circling the sky without...me. Wonder if he will follow though how would he with clipped wings and chains of commitment weighing mercilessly his ankles and heart?
Why the AK-47 in the hands of the innocent
The innocent has cried out
For too long
For too long
We have been ambushed
By strangers
Unknown to us with a trace
Yes we can't suspect who
They are cos they aren't
Far from our lands
The scars of the tribal wars
Before never stops to end today
Our dignity looks marginalized
By those not in peace with us
Tribalism never ends
In Africa
Such as Racism never ends
In the world
We can't be dying for nothing
We can't continue to lose our love ones
In the hands of this strangers
We always face unwanted brutal
Attacks from this strangers
There pursuit is our destruction
So the fight never end
As the innocent chose to defend their right
If you are still wondering
Why the AK-47 in the hand of the innocent
(Dedicated to all Biafrans World wide )
Partly this is one of his dream that he is catching up with as if a shooting star he's captured like he captures my luminary sense as well as my blindsight
beautifully done
his foot ran eagerly with courage,
which i notice with heed
his hands willing and able to utilize,
yet i know of his patience
his strength admirable like showing a blind eye to catch a glimpse of light
regardless
his courage along with his precious foot carry him to fulfill a dream beyond perception
priceless
his smile captures my soul
regardless of whether
his feet moved yet he threw that ball with more than a smile
and courage but with growth
GOOD JOB JOQUINN AMBROSE CHARLEY BELIN ... 1-9-20
Era of change
Their comes a time
A time for every season
What is the season
We bleed in the real sense
Of life today
Could you smart to know
Are you in are hurry to answer
What you think you know
Yet you fail
If you live a fantastic life
How come cry never still
escape your capacity
A prove that you are
Just a human
Living in a dying world
In a time of the
Era of change
Dear Mike,
I just wanted to touch base with you and write how I feel at this moment. While you were here, you taught us so much. I still play your songs because I like THE WAY YOU MAKE ME FEEL through your music. It brings me closer to you. My favorites are MAN IN THE MIRROR and BLACK AND WHITE.
You know yo boy BEN broke up with DIRTY DIANA and told her to BEAT IT. She began to SCREAM and yell I WANT YOU BACK. Drama, drama, drama. She always WANNA BE STARTIN' SOMETHIN' acting like she's all BAD. It must be her HUMAN NATURE and that could be DANGEROUS.
Anyway, he started dating this PRETTY YOUNG THING name BILLIE JEAN. She is a LIBERIAN GIRL. She told him he reminds her JUST A LITTLE BIT OF YOU.
Well, we all miss you. We feel you were GONE TOO SOON. By the way, there is suppose to be a concert in your honor and you know one thing Mike, I've GOT TO BE THERE. I will ROCK WITH YOU forever, for I NEVER CAN SAY GOODBYE to you and you will never be OUT OF MY LIFE.
You, your dancing and your music will live on and on forever and ever.
Love Always,
Colette Dright
Met the love of my life
Walked away after 2 years
Remained single all my life
And so did He