On your first anniversary tears are shed.
More than memories, we want you home instead.
You're my first and last thoughts every day.
You'll journey on within me.
Your memory will not fade away
As long as I live and breathe.
Like the glow of a fire in the wintertime,
Your love warms this heart of mine.
I close my eyes and I see your smile.
I fold my arms and feel your hug.
I watch your shows and hear your laughter.
I sit in the dark and see your light.
I'll carry your light wherever I go
You're no longer here but I love you so.
When I see something awesome I hear your "Wow!"
And feel your emotions during certain songs.
Though we can't communicate,
Somehow I know the things you'd say.
Thinking back, I still wonder why
We never got to say goodbye.
Even you didn't know yourself
That your time to fly had arrived!
You are cherished and loved by all you knew
And today you unite us in thought.
It's hard to believe you've been gone for a year.
Miss you lots Nana...wish you were still here.
One Year of You, Melissa
One year ago, the stars began,
And heaven said, "She is mine."
A small spark, a breath so new,
The world was brighter all for you.
Your giggles flower like morning sun,
Your eyes, two stars that brightly shine.
Each step you take, each sound you make,
Turns average days awake.
You've taught us love in its pure form,
In warm fingers and sleepy sighs.
One smile, a coo so soft,
The world seems new with you.
We have witnessed you grow, in wonder, in awe,
Each step taken in love and law.
From lullabies to weeping whines,
You've filled our hearts, you've filled our skies.
Here's to you, our birthday star,
Our miracle, just as you are.
May grace and happiness be with you,
With oceans broad dreams to chase.
A single candle today, but, oh, the flame
It shines hope, it whispers your name.
Happy birthday, little dove,
You are our world, our limitless love.
There's one thing that's perfectly clear.
I have been smoke-free for one year.
The last cigarette that I smoked was in 2023 at 11:45 PM on New Year's Eve.
I stopped smoking and you can quit even though it may be hard to believe.
Please let it be your New Year's resolution to stop smoking.
I was able to kick the habit and so can you and I'm not joking.
in 4 days it marks a year since you left.
i can’t lie to myself anymore because i know you are existing somewhere out there without me.
i can’t lie to myself that i don’t miss you or that the ache is getting worse.
the unbearable nature of remembering is closing in on me and taking the oxygen out of the room. i got very close to having everything i ever wanted.
so close but so far.
Twenty one years a man grows
To become a full human.
He will battle all life's woes
And must prosper if he can.
Another score and one years he grows
To be now a full grown man.
By this time his role in life he knows
And has honed his acumen.
Yet a score and one years he grows
To be fully confident.
By this time the seeds he throws
And starts to become redundant.
Twenty one more years he grows
And may display highly polished weapons
In things pertaining to mind and soul.
But he is now in expiring seasons!
He may enter another twenty one
To be a hundred and five years,
But he is now but a child of his son
And cowed by all kinds of fears!
A further lease a few may start
But like a child they often cry.
They are simply far from smart!
And in this season they'll surely die!
Six twenty one year leases of life
Is the most anyone can get!
Years are no preserve of the wise;
One needs luck and a lowly mindset!
Methuselah got plenty of leases:
Well over nine centuries of life!
It was closer to man's origins,
When man's body could long survive!
Genesis 5: 27
A boy with a toy, a girl with a curl
each more precious than a necklace of pearls
Birthday boy's face all covered with cake
blew out the candle, then took a break
Mommy is hopping from kitchen to table
Dad's helping too, as much as he's able
But grandma and grandpa are the stars of the show
Playing 'Happy Birthday to You' on dueling banjos
Dearest friend ‘twas on this day
your darling love was called away
One year ago today
~
I send you comfort on this day
No words I say will never ever
take your pain away
~
So know dear friend you’re in my heart
I’m here for you the whole day through
To give you strength
To give you hugs
To talk
To listen
To just be there
I understand
Your hurt
Your pain
As you relive that day again
But you must know your love is here
Where'er you go he loves you so
Dearest friend please take a breath
and feel his love so deep
For one fine day you both shall meet
your one and only ~ your love so sweet
~~~~~
Written 5th January 2022
Contest A STRAND (1046)
Sponsor Brian Strand
FIRST PLACE
We raced on our sleds down hills of snow
and skated on ice as winds would blow.
How lovely it was; how crisp and clear!
A season so special was Christmas one year
Gift-gifting with those I was able to meet
at our big reunion. What a treat
to have all of my relatives near.
We feasted with Yuletide joy that year.
A big talent show our small church had.
Sweet goodies made all us children so glad.
Later we whispered in Santa's ear
things that we wanted for Christmas that year.
Mom had us string popcorn on the tree.
It was a new thing for our family.
Laughing and talking filled me with cheer.
Togetherness reigned in that special year.
The night before Christmas - so hard to sleep!
Like souvenirs are memories I keep
of my Christmas day with family dear.
The best Christmas ever was that one year.
(Some of these things happened every Christmas for me, but I recall one year in particular when all of these things occurred. I think I was around 10!)
for A Christmas Gift Memory Poetry Contest
Sponsor: BJ Legros Kelley
We decided to pick up laughter and cheer
Left the candy bags at home
Instead we held two charity cans on their own
We passed from door to door
Till our little feet were sore
Never had so much fun
Being chased off of some
Felt the love each time someone gave
I could feel their heart being saved
Joy
Was meant to be enjoyed
Why does the busy man forget
Life has no place for regret
Less we forget
To look through the net
God caught a few stones
To set upon his own home
Glory be to his throne
Now it be shown
We were never alone
Our heart is his own
Jesus welcomes us home
January cools thoughts with drifts of snow and clouds
Floating aimlessly, nomadic
February thrills hearts with frosts of icy cold
Glazed pines, emerald dreams
March encourages tenderness with twisting winds
Caressing spirits, inspirational
April whispers joy through the soul, miracles grow
Revealing serenity, blooming peace
May sighs on the morning sun, tempting freedom
Wings of butterfly, birds - singing
June breathes soft melodies through the soul
Coloring hope in feelings alive and bold
July warms the air with vibrant flames of magnetism
Enchanting the fires within psalms
August awakens the intimacy of a harmony
Creating the edge of attraction
September prays for kindness that dreams
Arouses beliefs with grace and faith
October enlightens the center of the spirit
Rustling with leaves of fascination
November remembers the light of the past
Charming the glory of nostalgia
December glows with vibrant hues of love
Kissing hearts with benevolence
It was one year ago
The first poem I wrote
I picked up a pen
In my efforts to cope
It was one year ago
I was in a dark space
Stuck between a rock
And a very hard place
It was one year ago
My lowest I went
I let myself slip
Time waisted I spent
It was one year ago
That I hated myself
So I picked up a pen
In my efforts to help
It was one year ago
That I made a change
Lost in my head
So I wrote on a page
It was one year ago
I thought I was failing
My life was in chaos
Thought I was derailing
It was one year ago
How I hated my thoughts
So I picked up a pen
In my efforts to stop
It was one year ago
No I haven't looked back
Still writing today
To keep me on track
It was one year ago
Now over 200 poems
It's my way to beat
My emotions and show them
It was one year ago
I don't feel the same
I still pick up a pen
In my efforts to change
By Troy Toney
12-7-19
The Enquiry
Is over
They did not find
the missing and murdered
whatever
they were looking for
But every woman knows
Why
There are so many
missing and murdered
Aboriginal women
As every woman knows
Why
There will never be
an Enquiry
into the men
who murder women
June 5th, 2019
L-ines
I-n
E-normous
Z-est
L-et
R-ighteous
A-crostic
M-essage
B-ring
O-ne
Y-ear
O-f
N-atal
G-reetings
Topic: Birthday of Liezl F. Ramboyong (February 10)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
A-uthor's
L-ovely
M-essage
I-n
R-ighteous
A-crostic
L-ets
O-ne
Y-ear
O-f
L-ines
A-rrive
Topic: Birthday of Almira G. Loyola (February 07)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
I am turning one,
My life is full of fun;
My happiness is already a ton,
Your hearts, my smile will win.
I will walk with balance;
Climb up the stairs;
Clap my hands,
With that smile on my face.
Press a switch, light is ON;
How on earth did this happen?
Beat a drum, my hands never pain,
Ha! My life is full of fun.
I love my daddy's ear,
And my loving mummy's care;
Grandpa's song, I always hear;
Grandma feeds, in spite of my tear.
My life is fun till today,
Happiness fills me in all way;
Today is my Happy Birthday!
Come, let us celebrate my day!
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