Mourned Poems - Poems about Mourned

On the outskirts of a long-abandoned country town beyond the crumbling headstones and elmwood trees is mounted a dark dismal figure of what used to be a scarecrow whose limbs flail in Autumn's breeze Hung as if crucified, his death was never mourned The creature decayed in the midst of a barren field Fallow lies the ground he once so boldly...

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The autumn that had remained monotonous- For many decades, Now tears and takes pieces of hearts, Along with its old leaves, flowers, Leaving a nostalgic scent behind. Every preceding winter that warmed people, Returned this year, demanding- All the warmth that blanketed their memories, While it left them alone, in the...

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Have You Lost and Mourned ( Thank you Tamera) By Franklin Price 02/17/2022 I have lost and mourn a loved one She was my long time cherished spouse Was the best friend that I ever had Brought bright sunshine to our house If you have also lost someone Let me help you through this time Hope this verse I write will aid you As...

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The iconic Desmond Tutu died, impish humor, feisty Archbishop, so revered, As we lay him to rest, may angels embrace him, a great loss, much endeared, A Nobel Prize winner, spoke out about Afrikaners, how they tyrannically reigned, Reprimanded black political elite, tributes poured in globally, now he's mourned. Entering Contest : A Celebrity Epitaph Sponsored By: Michelle Faulkner 16/01/2022...

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Seven years old- I learned about her Easter Sunday Night- on the Channel 9 news. It was to have been a very special Easter- not that all Easters aren’t special- to most children. But this one was different- not in the normal childhood Easter things- like anticipation- dying eggs on Saturday- the next day’s hunt- arising extra early to the new Easter dress- with white patent leather...

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Throttled pain and it’s come again,Why it strikes me , I care to know, All the doors kept ajar and my joys are drained,the peace is gone and the pain seems to grow. The druid churns the magic potion,But men and women to take along, More gains are his only notion,& not his goal and he’s so wrong. Power...

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When you smile, I would love to write it into words When you laugh, I would love to transfer it into verse When you frown, I would love to absorb it and spill it on papers When you cry, I would love to wipe your tears and translate them into stanzas You and yours are my muse I will help you deal your...

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November 20th 2011, betalbatim beach. By Sashi Prabhu(zeauoxian). Throttled pain and it’s come again, All the doors kept ajar and my joys are drained. Why it strikes me , I care to know, The peace is gone and the pain seems to grow. The druid churns the magic potion, More gains are his only notion. But men and women to take along, Is not his...

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The birds sung their saddest verses, As the clouds cried in silver tears. The horizon beckoned for the sun, But the sun failed to appear. The breeze hummed in sadness, As the wheat rattled in despair. The oceans surged their requiems, As tearful mist filled the air. The forest cried in mourning, As the mountains wiped their brow. The rivers recited their eulogy, As the...

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In coldness of a winter night With sliver of a moon for light, I walk along the frozen way, Remembering a summer's day. A day when flowers bloomed in pride And brightened up the country-side. The trees encased in green array, Whispered "The easy times will stay". But loveliest of days don't last , Too soon the verdant beauty's past And with our lives and...

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