Long Closure Poems
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My front door served as a welcoming home
Inviting children for their nurture-zest
Midst nourishing feature of goodness-best
Offered by my accommodating dome.
Yon residential care facility
I became to kids a fortress of hope
As from their grievous issues they did cope
Toward triumphant functionality.
Home to each abandoned, neglected child
Or to an orphaned youth escaping from woe
And juveniles seeking bright future glow
I helped them, with families…reconciled.
Witnessing transformation’s great delight
Grateful am I to God's grace*, reaching-out
With benefactors’ ministering route
Managing me well midst prayerful plight.
Yes, I thrived, beholding miracles’ gain
Acknowledging milestones, greatly divine…
Yet, now I yearn for a possible sign
From gloom of attacking oblivion pain.
Here am I longing for visitors’ glee
While wishing my legacy to shine still
Believing revival to keep my will
Prevailing as kindness smites closure-key.
*Titus 2:11-12For the grace of God that bringeth salvation hath appeared to all men, Teaching us that, denying ungodliness and worldly lusts, we should live soberly, righteously, and godly, in this present world.
Personification in Enclosed Rhyme Form
April 10, 2026
3rd place, "Stars or Home" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Ink Empress; judged on 4/17/2026
Long time had passed, our road doesn't met
We keep on searching, but fate doesn't allow us
I removed myself from my shell to find freedom
Time you came unnoticed I wasn't there
I go to North, you came, we didn't come across
I search for green pasture, you're searching me
Our path is not meant to be mended this way
Life goes on we parted as our love has no closure
We chased the last bus ride, one of us is left
We keep to find the star that light our way
It seems dim light, but pitch dark is majority
I didn't notice finding profession is laid back love
There's hollowness within my heart too empty
Too tightly closed that after all these years aloof
The reality we face is uncertain walking that way
I go this way, you go that way, finding our love
But to no avail, we both landed in others arm
We go on life and love on separate ways
None of us is sure how happiness is temporary
Fate is not sided with us, He has many reasons
Why our love did not realized and materialized
For many decades we go on our ways
We have our own lives to be taken care of
Our family, our friends, our comrades are new
Our world, our profession, our aspirations anew
Our environment we keep on adjusting gauges
To make us fitting and raise socializing freedom
Until fate realized to make a joke between us
Someone has used to make the bridge repaired
I was at the end of the bridge looking at you
Reaching my hands to reach you once again
Missing you was the cudgel that first connect
The long lost love that once to find an answer
The love I once kept for a long time in my heart
Is now swelling with excitement and pride
At last, I have found you in unexpected manner
Your reply to communicate me erases all hinges
What remain now are all apologies I have made
To let you know how sorry I am for the lost time
Am not with you on those lonely darkest night
At least now, we found each other in peace
We now riding different boat going the sea of life
We both are happy now and contently fine
We may not have formal closure right today
Let it be that way for our hearts are happy now.
My battle to keep you is over.
A checkmate, without any closure.
My skin is bruised and beaten
and battered and scarred and weakened.
I can't shake the guilt
or the images of the life we built
in the days before the war,
before we weren't us anymore.
The world turned to ashes.
Memories of the past left like open gashes
from before the sky turned red,
leaving all our words unsaid.
I didn't know if you were fighting for or against me,
On whose side you'd be.
Or did you not notice the battle at all?
As the mountain between us grew mighty and tall.
Were the bleeding skies
visible to only my eyes?
Did the sirens sound in only my ears?
Did you never notice my silent tears?
Were you embarrassed by me
when my eyes met yours in silent plea?
Did the enemy force you out, or did you slip into the night?
Maybe you never thought I was worth the fight.
These are the days, yet so many are gone
Filled with sorrow, like an engraved image
Of a broken winged bird on the lawn
Days consumed by dark, when light was rare
My heart like a boulder weighing me down
Past memories lurking, in darkness, glare
With no resolution, a ghost through the years
Closure remains elusive, like a hawk that stares
Continuously, I try to lift myself from the ground
To release the sorrow, circulating all around
Trying to come to terms with the answers I found
Through the years of time, from all of those days
So I can take the right turns, in this life of a maze
Heidi Sands
5/30/18
Placed 14th in These Are the Days Poetry Contest.
Black and white movies,
old even when I watched them
flicker still on an inner retina.
A hero turns conspiratorially,
staring into my future;
what he said into the camera then,
is silent now
but I see his lips move
as if he were predicting this moment.
A heroine hikes her skirt over her thighs;
blood fills the flesh of memory,
a dialogue recalled by younger nerve-endings.
I remember I love her, but it is too late,
she is dead and she did not die young,
her ancient hand seems to
grasp my fingers now,
seeking closure.
King Kong lives a broken life in my hall closet.
At night I hear him weeping still
for that little platinum haired women.
He is no longer tortured, angry,
and confused,
but he forgets stuff,
Nightly I still have to explain to him
that the sound of buzzing biplanes
is only the air-conditioner kicking in.
Eventually we both slip into sleep.
Shhh! Comes night, time tunnel enters
into my mind at rapid speed ;
and from the click of the dream weaver
my body is brought to nowhere land :
out there, a galaxy hangs beyond clouds
as unknown strangers pop, following
my footsteps on through darkened byway...
A Lady In White grips my quivering hands;
her face eyeless as if in a ghastly trance,
this trance costing my soul to rip in awe:
I bleed non-stop , yelling upon a rope
of thorns as foggy shadows flutter.
Pulsing , the Lady assaults this subconscious
fog living inside my id, my ego , as if
to wake past thoughts needing release
but denying final closure from deep hurt.
Lo, phantom come, breathe out the fear.
For Line Gauthier's Contest: A Stunner January 2018
3/16/2018
Eternal Father
Bless me so that I may be real in Your presence
May the glory of your light shine down upon me
Where mercy runs through me and pours on the life You have given me
I shall walk in the light of love and devotion
To be the woman of grace I am to be
May I live my life in the day of beauty and show the example of true christianity
I shall choice right from wrong and give the best that I am to be
Let your love be abundant
As I grow closure to the divine spirit You have shown me
Than I shall be mericful and walk away from fear
The light shall shine bright and I will always know You are close and ever so near.
Will you cry if I die?
die I must, more inevitable than I was born.
Born in night, I did cry,
cry, that was the sound of joy.
Joy of birth then, now the joy of death,
death will bring a closure to the miseries of life.
Life spent in survival, always striving to pay the bills,
Bills from now will be someone else's headache.
Headache I get reflecting on my past life,
life was full of thrill and agonizing moments.
Moments of love and affection I cherished,
cherished not, the death is lurking by my side.
Side by side, my love, we spent our life,
life with ambitions and lust has come to a close.
Close by you, when I die, you smile with tearful eyes,
eyes that I will adore, saying goodbye with heart full of love.
I may never know what exactly happened,
but I think I know the why of it
Tadhana…Fate…Destiny…Kismet…
Put it in so many words,
but it all boils down to that.
Tadhana…
shivers down my spine,
tears prickling my eyes,
as I hear once more the story,
the destiny
of two souls
one stormy day in July…
She was being stupid,
crashing into the waves that day
just for the thrill of it
He was being pensive,
reflecting on how those waves
just somehow seemed to soothe him
People slowly left the shores
as dark clouds loomed in the horizon
save for these two souls...
She wasn’t even supposed to be there,
just a spur of the moment thing,
forgetting her other worries
she loved storms, she loved the beach
combine them and for her it was bliss…
He went there for closure,
the 10th year of his brother’s death
trying to accept that he did all he could
he loved him, he loved the beach
but guilt drowned him…
The rains then came down in sheets,
winds whipping, storm waves crashing
she was almost at shore though,
when the undertow pulled her back
He thought he was imagining things,
his brother’s ghost perhaps?
When he saw her again,
and fear was tossed like jetsam
Was she the answer he was seeking for?
His redemption in another form?
Was this the reason why he was here now?
Her only hope for salvation?
Rushing out to sea,
adrenaline rushing through his veins
Faith and Fate working together,
he swam towards her
and as they reached the shore
the winds dropped to a whisper,
the waves went back tickling sand,
the raindrops trickled into drizzles
She was breathing, thank God
He lay beside her, exhausted
She could only thank him with a smile
well, a smile that could match the Sun
and she took his hand...
and put it over her heart
It was not so much that their hands fit perfectly,
but there was something else...
mole on her right ring finger
perfectly aligning
mole on his left ring finger
Tadhana.
Shivers down my spine,
tears prickling my eyes,
as I hear once more the story,
the destiny
of two souls
one stormy day in July…
and of why I am here.
** tadhana is a Tagalog word, it can be translated as fate/destiny/kismet
July 25, 2010
Inspired by the moving storyline in a show. It's not easy when our children grow up to abuse their children. Even when they disappoint us, we still love them.
I loved my son
By Michelle Morris
24/12/2025
When we have children
We are optimistic about their future
We believe in their potential
We believe in their goodness
We pray for their hearts
Their minds, their souls
We pray that they'll be
Good as gold
But that's not always
The way life works
Their journey is their own
Their choices can hurt
I loved my son
Despite what he did
I loved my son
From cradle to grave
Good or bad
He was my son
Good or bad,
I loved him all the same
Good or bad,
I feel his loss in my bones
Good or bad,
My heart is broken; my soul, alone
I love my grandson
He is another son to me
I love my grandson
He is a good man, indeed
Someone I'm proud to know
A man whose choices are gold
He is a hero, a warrior
He is a good father and friend
Life is a lot of loose ends
We don't always get the closure we deserve
We have to smile and accept it
We have to breathe and find peace
When we have children
We assume they'll outlive us
We don't imagine that heartbreak
Attending their funeral; trying to survive it
We pray for their hearts
Their minds, their souls
We pray that they'll be
Good as gold
But when they're gone
Before their time
It's a silent scream
Against the reason and rhymes
They may not be
Who we hoped they were
But it the end, we still love them
Because that deep love endures
© Michelle Morris, 2025