Beautiful Grandfather Poems

How does it feel?
It's hard to tell
Sad when I pause
Taking moments to dwell

It's the pearl that is lost
It's the half-empty shell 
It's the un-told story
It's...

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I am Misti--, didn't get it?
Misti(sweetness) is my name,
My grandmother gave me that
Honor, I'm too grateful.
I'm going to 8 months
This November soon,
My limbs are
Not properly...

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As a child, 
I loved to watch Grandpa build. 
His basement workshop, 
was filled with tools. 
Tools hanging on every wall, 
wood neatly stacked in...

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Reaching—reaching 
rivers to the sea, trying 
to attain wholeness even 
when the pain of losing you
dares to drown me.

As your hands grasp mine
the waters of...

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Ears

Earrings are just embellishments
Ear on my left and rights 
Earns the true credits
Easy to hear the chimps and deer'swith with them
Earth is open to me...

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I remember when Grandpa used me everyday,                  ...

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The Head's
A narrative poem
Lionel Derbyshire

My grandpa like the mountain
I strive to scribe.

Around a Indian ocean
Of her flat mountain
Twains a head and peak
Of lion and devil
Left...

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i look up in the sky to see your essence
just to find out i have lost you
even though you were in a state of senescence
you...

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The Chicken

One hen can lay
over 500 eggs in her lifetime.
If each egg was brought to adulthood,
and then allowed to do the same,
the whole world could...

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You were the epitome of strength and solidity
The whole world you brightened, not just mine
Your stories were told with unmatched lucidity
Though the laughter and fear...

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I wish heaven had visiting hours
I'd carry a beer or two
And some meat to go
Cause I know my grandpa's would love that 

I'd seat with...

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Maybe the moon, high up in the sky,
Isn’t quite, what it may seem.
For I have wondered, through starry nights,
As it shines a soft yellow beam.

Maybe,...

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I
Fifty years ago - I was about ten -
My grandfather wept for a tree:
Blue Spruce, one in the township ...
I empathized, but didn't understand

II
This morning,...

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Easter Eggs and Tulips

Grandaddy was a quiet soul, born in 88 on a spring day.
He often stopped to graze his sheep, on the lush green...

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Who would believe an old hat could change the lives of so many people. 

Outside the coffee shop I frequent sits a homeless man with...

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