I remember the days I was happy like it was yesterday,
Your smile is brighter than the sun every morning,
Your soft soothing skin caressing my face as you wake me up,
I remember it all.
I miss the joy that filled my heart whenever I was around you,
I miss the moments we used to laugh at silly jokes,
I miss your unconditional love for us.
You left a void in our hearts with your sudden departure,
Without warning, you left us confused,
For days we kept hoping that maybe you'd come back to us,
Keeping your memories alive in our minds.
Now it has been years and your memories are fading away,
I'm guilty that I can't hold on to the happiness I used to have,
If only I could see you one last time,
And feel your soft touch one last time,
To see your bright smile one last time,
Your hearty laugh one last time,
Nothing will make me happier than to find you beside me again.
Your loss filled my heart with jealousy,
Jealous of the happy people around me,
Jealous that I'll never be happy again,
I have had to carry this burden every day,
I miss you, dear mother.
I swim in the weight of what once was,
where your laughter rippled like sunlight on waves.
Now the tide pulls heavy, a silent hush,
as grief drags deep into shadowed caves.
Your touch—once the shore I reached with ease—
is now a ghost in the ebb and flow.
The water whispers in mournful pleas,
carrying echoes, I dare not let go.
Each stroke I take is a fight with time,
against currents carved in sorrow’s tide.
Yet love still lingers, soft, sublime,
a beacon that will not subside.
Though lost in the depths of what we were,
I swim to keep your memory near.
Love does not drown—it shifts, it stirs,
a tide that speaks your name so clear.
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 sit in their room.
Delivering the soul that once possessed
this womb, love's fired quiver, miracle born
to seed fresh wonders ~ we had been blessed
to follow your springtime steps too-soon shorn.
Now, standing as rainbows still scroll skies wide,
our hopes on Calv'ry stayed, whate'er the tide.
Close your eyes, it's all about you
The pain of losing a loved one is beyond words
Many responsibilities upon your shoulders
Hope and courage you'll have to share
To those loved ones whose heart need consoling
Need to have a heart of steel to outdone weakness
Paint smile to others to show encouragement
Whose cynosure eyes tend to show some mercy
There's more to look for tomorrow on what to do today
Knowing that the future holds for success
There's rearranging of priorities now than before
Plans need to push through or goals to make changes
There's more to tap shoulders and hands to hold for help
Bare heart needing for careful attention too
More time for healing to get on track on the road
Much more so is relationship to assess for good.
Nothing stops me from missing you,
pictures in memory
Is what i have left of you,
Living thru the pictures on my phone,
It's not my ideal on how
I want life too go .
My eyes keep getting
hard to dry.
My dreams
that's the only place
i can see you
Smiling back at me.
But your voice
i hear every where.
Im always looking for you,
But find you too be no where.
Every where are
memories are held.
They are very cherished
No one knows what i go thru,
No one knows this emptiness,
Of the smile that I wear,
The real ones in the past,
Cause I was forced
To leave you there.
I love you
I'll never forget you
How could i
You were my
Day and night.
By my side you always stayed.
Ready too devour,
Concure the world .
Your little hand in mine,
There we were :/
Now my heart's left
shattered on the floor
There's nothing left to
Live for...
Live every day to the fullest and appreciate the time you have here
Tell the people in your life how much you love them and hold them near
You can be called up to heaven any time without warning, the timing of which you may never know
In most instances, you are probably not ready to go
Everyone's journey here will have a return date
What we do with our time here will help determine our fate
For us to survive every day millions of things in our bodies have to be in sync
For sure a greater power must exist, wouldn't you think
When a loved one is called to join the family members gone before them
Know that they will be in your heart until you join them again
Life's door will open and close for everyone, make no mistake
It's just a question of when we all return to the pearly gates
I remember being eight years old,
Crying over the most valuable person in my life being ripped away.
I Remember being eleven years old,
Screaming ' you' at your grave,
Filled with anger and despair,
Wanting to visit you in the devil's lair.
I remember being thirteen years old,
Suicidal thoughts consumed my mind,
I wanted to be with you,
Because life was not fair.
I remember being fifteen years old,
My first serious suicide attempt,
Wanting to visit you,
Even if it was in the devil's lair.
I remember being seventeen years old,
Being sectioned in hospital,
For your death left a hole in my heart,
For I remember.
The body dies, an end to its sojourn,
The soul transcends to another region,
A treasure is gone,
For this, we mourn.
Are we prepared for the inevitable?
Can we keep the music pleasurable?
Knowing that the souls of the departed abide,
Though from our view they hide.
If only we could see the departed,
Hear them tell us how they fare,
Perhaps we won’t be heavy-hearted,
Perhaps we would have glad memories to share.
The afterlife is not an illusion,
It’s not a script conclusion,
It’s beyond a transient reverie,
Though our deeds could weave the eerie
April 5, 2023.
Free Submission Poetry Contest,
Sotto Poet.
The body lies still, no breath to take,
A loved one's gone, a heart does break,
But where does the essence of the soul go,
Beyond this life, do we truly know?
Do we grieve for the body, now at rest,
Or for the spirit, forever blessed,
Released from the bounds of earthly pain,
Free to roam, to love again?
If we could see beyond this veil,
Our ignorance and fears would pale,
For death would be a mere transition,
And life an endless expedition.
What new scripts would we then weave,
If we embraced death, and did not grieve,
Knowing that our loved ones live on,
And that our time with them was never gone.
So let us mourn, but let us also see,
The beauty in life's mystery,
And know that though we must say goodbye,
Our love will live on, never to die.
Nostalgic of my Mom’s death…
… almost two decades ago…
then of my Dad’s demise---
--- in 2019---
here am I gripped with blest serenity
knowing that they both are with the Creator
by virtue of their faith in the Saviour
Who promised wondrous eternal life
to those that put their trust in Him---
the Way, the Truth, the Life.
Reminiscing those agonizing moments…
here am I thankful to God
for assuaging the afflicting pain
I had to battle with:
grief, separation-anxiety, loss.
Looking back…
here am I, having moved on
cognizant that death is a reality
to face with courage
an inevitability to expect midst hope
since it is just a temporal goodbye
along “till we meet again” blissful reunion.
Today…
here am I striving to empathize earnestly
prayerfully sympathizing with the bereaved
testifying that death is a divine milestone
affirming this Scripture’s truth:*
“We are confident, I say, and willing rather
to be absent from the body, and to be present with the Lord.”
*2Corinthians 5:8
April 5, 2023
9th place, "Death of a loved one" Poetry Writing Premiere Contest
Sponsored by Unseeking Seeker; judged on 4/5/2023.
Death of a loved one
Fifty-five years! More or less! I did not know, then,
How, to your adieu, o mother, I said Amen;
Later, like the ache of an amputated limb,
Existence, like a gloom-glaring jail cell, grew grim...!
I know, from the frail earthen pitcher of physique,
Your soul, O my mother, that, for long, was homesick;
Had taken its flight far from this interim earth,
And amalgamated into the endless mirth...!
It's not due to doubts about your life eternal,
Nor the chance of being a creature infernal;
Your passing through the gateway of naked newness,
Is as clear as crystal to me, though seems clueless…!
Tingles of your touches tinged into tenderness,
Turned too into touch-me-not of tentativeness;
Your existence in me is a continuum,
It's not a cloudy chemical residuum...!
I know your death is not a dark dusk but a dawn,
Designs of resurrection are dazzlingly drawn;
Ignorance that ignites the minds with illusion,
Fails to form fundamentally free faith fusion...!!!
04 April 2023
Death of a loved one Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Unseeking Seeker
Rhymes Checked At: Rhyme Zone
Syllables Checked At: How Many Syllables
The pain of loss, so hard to bear,
As death of a loved one takes to the air.
Though their body dies, their soul lives on,
Leaving many questions, with hope we're drawn.
For whom then do we grieve, we may ask,
The ones that passed, the ones that task,
Or is it for ourselves, left behind,
To deal with the memories, to always remind.
If we could see beyond this mortal plane,
Where our loved ones reside, far from the strain,
Where their soul is free and full of light,
Would our grief ease, to lose hold of the night?
Ignorance shorn, if we could perceive,
The beauty of death, farewell we'd receive,
With a heart full of love, and memories so clear,
A new script we would weave, free of fear.
As we mourn, let us turn to the light,
And hold memories close, in the depths of our sight,
For death of a loved one will never be easy to bear,
But their soul lives on, forever in our care.
Dedicated to my stepdad, who died of Alzheimer's over 15 years ago:
There is no need to mourn, for now he goes
to where no thunder quakes, no harsh wind blows.
He’s going to the light where he will find
the ones who wait, the ones who are enshrined
within his heart, his kin of long agos.
He leaves this earth and leaves the life he chose,
proceeding to that tender light that glows
in front of him, no more to be confined.
There is no need to mourn.
Contented was he, and he had no foes
until there came the fiend that comes and shows
itself, then slowly ravages the mind.
But grace has come. Though we are left behind,
it’s to his sweet revival now he goes.
There is no need to mourn.
April 2, 2023
For Unseeking Seeker's Death Of A Loved One Poetry Contest
Ten years ago, my cousin died,
He was too young to go,
We all were sad, oh how we cried!
But in our hearts, we know,
His soul lives on in heaven sweet,
We will see him one day,
Yes, he'll be there when Christ we meet,
Welcoming us to stay.
We do not grieve his life or soul,
We grieve his shortened time,
If death had not taken its toll,
He would have lived his prime,
Yet, we accept God's will to darn
his tapestry with death,
With His purpose, He weaved his yarn
till his very last breath,
Our grief is intertwined with hope,
Knitted with strong belief,
Some day, we'll see him laugh, not mope,
and that gives us relief.
God's design is unclear in parts,
One day, we'll understand,
he's missed, but lives on in our hearts,
till we reach Heaven's strand.
30th March 2023
For US' contest
Rotting in the ground under my feet
The greatest love who made my heart beat
But her bodies dead six feet down
And instead of my arms the worms have her now
Her soul though, I see in my dreams
A bright amethyst light among the galaxies
And I know but still pray that God has her now
Because on my darkest day her aurora still surrounds
I grieved for her once a time ago
Quickly realizing that the grief was simply mine alone
Screaming for her memory, crying for her soul
She’s gone just gone no way to console
Sometimes I gasp when I realize she's not there
Chest heaving as I pull out my hair
And my deepest desire is to have her home with me
But sometimes I think home really is where she might be
So for now at dawn I’ll continue to cry
And pray that we'll meet again when my body too dies
For in my mind I paint her dancing down streets of gold
But until we reunite my sorrow will I hold
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