In Memory Of Poems - Poems about In Memory Of

He wore no mask of murder’s face, No blade was in his hand, But still they called his love a crime, And could not understand. He kissed a boy with poet’s grace, The courts replied: “He’s banned.” They cast him in a narrow cell, Where joy must learn to die. He’d loved too much, and not too safe: Too deep, too true, too high. And...

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You flew beside me, small and brave, From west coast skies to the ocean wave. Tucked in close, not a sound you made, Just calm little heartbeats, never afraid. I gave you a friend, a buddy to share, Skipperely wheeked, and you both were a pair. In cozy corners, you’d nuzzle tight, Two little souls curled safe each night. But illness came like...

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So many friends came to say goodbye Remember the good times, not going to cry You were such a part of everyone you knew A special someone for everything that makes up you Hard to accept that you are no longer here Keep waiting for the moment when you reappear It really hit me, hearing the songs you wrote Nobody else could...

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Standing here by the shore Far beyond my long gaze I see the earth and sky closer My memory turns into quiet sea That reflects through generations Every thoughts I have is all For everyone I dearly love whom Like dew on grass - pure, sincere And filled with light but now long gone Time slows down to let me whisper To my ancestors in...

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I kissed the night like an old lover, in memory of days long past, drinking from its shadows like a deep, unsettling crimson wine, loneliness wore a velvet cloak, silky and heavy like a forgotten dream, and I, a smile stitched with threads of melancholy, let myself be lost in the evening's decline. The moon, a silent witness, watched...

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We lose our loved ones since life is wayward. For everyone, the breath of death, it stinks. Its kiss, calamitous shame. E'en flowers turn martyrs, beauty burns, and despair sinks. A proud mother barred from her cherished calf. She hates the dark hole, black toll, worthless tomb which stakes a Cross, and none will wish to laugh when elephant sorrows...

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Crossing over into the realm of non-description reference and paradigm sleep alone Borders falling inward upon themselves leaving only what the mind forgoes —and the soul forbids (The New Room: 1-15-2025) ...

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In sharing my thoughts about Nana... Where do I even begin? Her smile that lit up every room? Her sparkle? Her mischievous grin? Her rib cracking hugs have been mentioned a lot By the friends who she mutually adored. Many felt inspired by her courage, her faith And her trust in the Sovereign Lord. Her sense of humour was second to none. She loved...

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In the heart of Manhattan, where the city thrives, Lived a hawk named Pale Male, with piercing eyes. On a grand Fifth Avenue ledge, he made his nest, A symbol of nature, in the urban crest. With feathers so light, and a spirit so free, He soared above skyscrapers, for all to see. A legend in the park, where he chose...

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In Memory Of In Memory of my Nana Viola Mae Yeager (Chamberlain) 12/02/1928-04/12/2014 Written By Ashley Marie Gilchrist On April 13, 2014 Today the time has come the sun shall rise, and sure to set today Nana's time has come, She has no regrets. Her life she lived, as beautiful and wonderful as she did. Sure we all know, a better place, that....

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In Memory Of In Memory of my Nana Viola Mae Yeager (Chamberlain) 12/02/1928-04/12/2014 Written By Ashley Marie Gilchrist On April 13, 2014 Today the time has come the sun shall rise, and sure to set today Nana's time has come, She has no regrets. Her life she lived, as beautiful and wonderful as she did. Sure we all know, a better place, that....

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On those long days when it was too hot to ride or run, a boy would find an island of cool beneath a tree and sit there with his pocket knife to whittle away time and a piece of wood. A good blade could shape the hull of a model boat or thinly peel an apple or carve a name clean into the smooth bark...

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In Memory of Oreo, the Glasses Thief My guinea pig named Oreo, an affectionate little soul with a talent to behold.. With fur as soft as moonlight’s gleam, And eyes so bright, like stars in a dream. My Oreo, you brought such delight, With mischief in your heart, mischief in your sight. A master of curiosity, you wandered with grace, Exploring the...

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In loving memory of Chewy, my guinea pig friend, Whose gentle soul touched mine, until the end. A guinea pig with a heart so pure and kind, You were the one who rescued me, in my mind. Four years ago, we found each other, Your soft, black and white fur and eyes so full of light, Brought warmth and joy into...

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The gate of heaven opens wide as angels on either side guide her through, while we all mourn and cry. Praising, she sits by our Lord's side. 12/14/2023...

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