Long Condolences Poems
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I've written this poem for a friend who passed away this weekend...
RIP Gretchen. You will be missed. Condolences and prayers to your loved ones. Blessings, love and light.
The best of us
By Michelle Morris
15/02/2023
Now that you're gone
It feels like a light has gone out
In our world; in our Universe
Stopping time; stopping hearts
You were the best part of us
You were my best friend
Beloved and remembered
With fondness and mourning
Your suffering did not go unnoticed
By God and His Angels
They've taken you into Heaven
To be in God's warm embrace
Our family has lost your sparkle
But Heaven shines a little brighter
We have faith that we'll meet once more
When it's time for our souls to take flight
Now that you're gone
The colours feel less bright
The moon looks so much sadder now
She mourns the stars at night
You remain the best of us
A star lighting up the heavens
We will hold your memory close
And let our love remain neverending
© Michelle Morris, 2023
FB, ficklebook, fakebook, friendbook
In our modern world social media is king
A new way to communicate, a new look
It seems strange at times, a weird thing
Birthday wishes and condolences are posted galore
Sue and Jenny post their troubles and relationship issues
Pictures, selfies, trips, and celebrations are all shared and more
News posts and important posts from community officials
Many of your friends may leave comments and like or love your posts
Running into these same people in person however is not the same
Sue walked right by me in the store and ignored me like I was a ghost
Jenny acknowledged me at the supermarket with a quick hi that was lame
FB, friendbook, I refer to as my ficklebook now
A nice social media site but mainly with acquaintances
Still a nice place to play games and post pics anyhow
But it doesn’t change all the years passed and the distances
1/26/20
Just like always
Smart people wouldn't trod on the paths she had trodden;
Wise people wouldn't be in the predicaments she always found herself in.
She offers no words of condolences;
Neither any words of repentance;
Not even a word of remorse.
Why would she feel apologetic to anyone;
When the gravest sins she committed to herself?
Why does she live so foolishly?
How pathetic
Nothing phases her;
She is neither perturbed or frightened.
There is nothing to say or explain;
Tell me what the hell has she become?
Soon she will return from underneath her rock;
She will great you with a smile,
And won't even try to hide.
She will forgive herself;
Letting you go like she has let many go before you;
Not with so much tears but maybe a frown on her face;
Just like always.
Just like always she will bury you underneath the many ghosts that haunt her;
And probably the many more she will continue to make.
She will give herself a pet on the back;
Scavenge for any lessons learnt;
Even if the losses outweigh the gains.
But don't be mistaken,
Though the demons seem awfully frightening,
She will carry on forward each and every day,
She won't shut down her doors;
Just like always
If I could give you a rose for everyone you touched, you would have a garden
of roses.
If there was a person's name that represented Kindness and Love it would be
yours.
If remembering someone special, that genuinely cared about others and was giving of themselves, you would be the one I think of.
If I had to choose one friend in this world, I would choose you.
If Angels are real, and they were here on this earth, You were one.
" The Mother Tree" you were to all those you loved.
(The Mother Tree was a poem Connie wrote that made 100 best Poems list.)
Your heartache is over Dear friend.
All whom you touched, are thinking of you.
Love and good wishes, We send.
To an Angel, we once knew.
You touched our lives for a while,
and shared your love and your trust.
We will always remember your smile,
and the love you shared with us.
You missed your husband and son.
You wrote of your love for them.
Now the time has come.
When you're reunited with them again..
You will always be part of our lives.
As these tears roll down my face,
as I ask the questions why,
and trust in our Lords Grace.
Rest in Peace Dear Connie.
Your Poetry
Lives
On
Forever
You
Will Never Be Forgotten
By All Who Loved You
My condolences to
Jennifer her daughter,
and the rest of the family.
Michael Tor
Ode To Survival
As I sit here in this still cemetery facing nomadic west,
Under these ancient oaks with deep green leaves descending,
I see the ghostly dead before me rising up as star zephyrs,
The men and women that once spoke a multitude of living words,
Once strolled a lifetime of miles with quiet footsteps unheard,
Through effulgent gardens of copper rose and mountain laurel.
They come now with feet of dust upon the mossy tombstones,
Human beings from the old times now vanished like the grass,
They that spoke of the stories of success, survival and tragedy,
They that woke at eternal sunrise to once again stare into a mirror,
To once again see an aging face with ageless eyes staring back,
These past human beings, opening and closing a thousand grunting doors.
These blinking apparitions, caressing and embracing a well of heartbeats.
Where they once sat and talked on summer afternoons remains unknown.
Where they found accepting love on dizzy evenings remains uncertain.
Now they exit the cemetery gate waving condolences to the fearful living.
They whisper prayers and invocations to the cedars and the lilting lilacs;
Whisper entreaties and supplications never recited before, never heard before,
Now they lumber by me with frozen knowing grins and nodding fingers.
I recognize their unsmiling faces from old linen postcards in sifting time.
I now continue to sit here in this still cemetery facing nomadic west.
Under these ancient oaks with boughs of deep green leaves descending.
a heart for a soul and a soul for a heart
i am the living ocean and you will drown
i am the sun and i will storm
your attention seeking with infantile trolling
is a bigger concern than your interest in UFOs
some men are wise while others trifle
RIP all your internets
the star the priest the pope
the elephant in the room and the flying monkey
the wise folks and the otherwise
your birds sound like a flock of seagulls
on a beach where no one hears them scream
some women are nice and others thrice as nice
put down the wine you are not fine
i am the chaos that drives innovation
i am not a momentary event i am the truth
the factor infinite and unknown
gives us the confirmation that we need
a reminder that benefits drown
when swinging from one branch to another
the sun shines forth in redoubled beauty after rain
my condolences to all your thresholds
the tiger the rabbit and the pig
a petting zoo of your own making
the noisier the cage the better
the collected earnings of a bad receiver
i am not here i am where i've never gone before
your souvenir of me is a breath of fresh air
my memento of you an empty box given away with largesse
i'm fruitful with crazy it is not my loss.
Smiling and laughing,
But the joy is lacking.
I’m going through the motion,
But devoid of emotion.
Where do I go from here,
Since you are no longer near?
How do I find meaning again,
When I feel so much pain?
I barely feel alive,
And I’m looking for the drive
To master this world called life.
Do you have any advice?
Whisper in my ear,
Or, please do appear.
I want to see your human form
As I brave the biggest storm.
So many wasted moments;
All that’s left are well-meaning condolences.
How can the world keep on turning
When its brightest light is no longer burning?
The sky may be blue,
But gray is all I see without you.
This Evening Just a Week Ago
By Franklin Price
01/25/2022
This evening just a week ago, my soul mate left this life
The best friend that I ever had; grandmother, mother and my wife
November twenty-first, this year, would have been year fifty three
I'll still be celebrating, and she'll still be here with me.
She'll be here in my heart and mind, yet be looking from above,
Through a window in our heaven's home, she'll be sending me her love.
I am sad for me, I'm here alone, in this house we made our own,
Doesn't seem a week ago; my how the mourning time has flown.
If not for family and friends, who have shown their love for me,
I'd be consumed by my sweet sorrow, in a place I should not be.
There are so many of you who live alone without your spouse
Yet are sending me condolences, with love, here to my house.
I know it can't be easy, bringing hurt back to the top.
I thank God that he has sent you. Pray to Him you do not stop
Please know how much you've helped me in this first week of my grief
God has seen the caring from your hearts, that your love has brought relief
More than I can count have helped me. I know that you miss her too.
I feel your arms around my shoulders, that's what caring people do.
Each day is getting easier to move along and not to cry.
I don't question that God took her first. It's not my place to question why.
5/20/22
Does it ever satiate?
Let me elaborate
For the evening pouring up an 8
Starting to feel okay, now I'm straight
Until reality sets in and I'm awake
Ego and spirit starting to deflate
I'm not always in that great of a place
Meaning in life and my mind state
Changes to be made for my own sake
Since life's not always sweet like a slice of cake
It's a mystery or taking shape
People always taking off of other's plates
What a disgrace
Dangerous people put out bait
All over the place
Makes me irate
For being fake and a snake
Toss your body into a lake
Had it coming, but I'll still show up to the wake
Pay my condolences then exit through a gate
Y'all some lightweights
They say we relate to primates
Yet struggle to find a trace
Birds continuing to migrate
People concerned or no regard over carbohydrates
It was all there to take
Got to try if you want to have any stake
Or say in the matter, instead of always being late
Before you know it the chance will evaporate
Sometimes got to recalibrate
Not all can acclimate
Wounds healing well or beginning to granulate
Towards what they seek is where they'll gravitate
Often they over saturate
The cycle endlessly circulates
And permeates
Close to a stalemate
Started to contemplate
And concentrate
In order to dominate
As the masses congregate
Many just complicate
With a solemn face
A taste of your own medicine, how does it taste?
They can't relate or appreciate
Then have the nerve to state
Words that are offensive with a tone of hate
Sometimes I just need to escape
I'm never sober, give me a break
Had a hand in saving lives yet no cape
I need to elevate
Not celebrate
A peaceful end or a scene involved with yellow tape
"A True Champion"
by: Eric L. Boddie
Knowing you were 24 when you also retired an eight
Only one g.o.a.t. in my Lifetime has achieved that fate
Be it 18 or 81, a little more than everything is what he gave
Even though he wasn't playing baseball, he had so many saves
Belief in one's self is a lesson he truly taught
Remember all the last days, how many times was 60 caught
Yet, he didn't stop for there are still battles to be fought
As you must understand, perfection of his craft is all he sought
Nothing I saw him do was something that could be bought
That's why the truth of what happened should never be distraught
And to Ascend with one's child is something I am simply unable to describe
Along with two coaches, two mothers, two daughters and a pilot touches deep inside
And about them, it saddens me that I really don't know much
I just hope and Pray that their Lives Are Things God Has Touched
I, too, wear the number 8 as Dolemite of the Fall 1998 line of the Alpha Pi chapter of Phi Beta Sigma Fraternity, Inc. entitled the Blue Renaissance so I was destined to be a fan of Kobe's so you know that I was touched by this tragedy. With God, however, there is absolutely nothing we can't endure. My Prayers and condolences go out to everyone affected by this. God Will Pull us all through....