Passing Poems - Poems about Passing

The Walks It was an honor to hold your hand As you prepared your walk to the other side. This simple act was humbling. To be the last person with you As you took your leave Quietly, gracefully into death. I did not know you But you needed someone present. It just happened that I was there. Assisting life entering our world, Witnessing life as it...

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Look at me now, torn and cast into the unforgiving wind of passing, Just as a bored child abandons a broken doll, Seeking something else to fill their heart with new laughter and colors, Torn and cast away, I can offer nothing more, I am a vessel emptied of the essence of giving. Perhaps, if you would let me...

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From obscurity come the strangers Fading away, like old dangers. Walking the street of flowers more people pass every hour A few are pleasantry exchangers. Near my porch, robin sings Beautiful music for summer swing! Red berries in a bowl Kelly green butterfles, on patrol Noontime's for swaying and musing. Passersby, smiles of the moment Starry eyes, upon distance fervent! Jasmine fragrance in the air Pink hummingbird is...

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2025.4.16 Six year passing. It was an early Tuesday morning. You laid on your sick bed without moving. For a while, you laid still with your eyes closed. I decided to get close and climbed on your bed, Placed my ear against your chest. Tried to listen for your heart beats. You breathed gently on my hair. I was relieved and stayed still. That was...

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(A repost from 2019) My favorite aunt is dying.. cancer, quiet and consuming as a flame.. Seven short weeks ago she was easily doing an hour of step aerobics, unaware of this intruder, this murderer within. Now she's lifted from bed like a rag doll. She is my mom, well, a near twin—only smaller, funnier, serpent sly, more...

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Brenda has a big bottom, it causes quite a wake as she swims toward me. Soft girl steaming up to my ******** chuffing like a tugboat, mouth as wide as a catfish. Such things are not written of nearly enough....

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As every drop hath magic of its own, And yet within a river finds its whole, So are our lives of merit all alone, And yet a facet in a greater soul. Or as a shard of light that shines in spring, Within the fabric of the dazzling day; We are like notes with which a choir can sing, But having sung,...

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The times come and go, sometimes fast, sometimes slow whether happy or sad, whether good or bad we are where we are, we have traveled so far through darkness and light, through wingless flight to rest right here, to finally see things clear...

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Do you remember the days of our youth? The good times and bad times that we went through? There's highways and byways and kids that we knew, Do you remember those days like I do? Do you recall winters and days without school, With snow drifts high and no swimming pool? The windows were frosted and bed sheets were cool; Can you...

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Reflections in the glass Your face Appears behind my shoulder So beautiful So pure I gaze upon your every line Expressions change With the background Of a passing life Your eyes close As if you are as tired As I A slight smile You know I can't Avert my eye A coy look I didn't know I could l Iove you more Leaning forward...

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Strawberry red skies when home beckons through sage woods Pink love's going down as dewdrops on purple rose prior to the velvet close Flowers follow me their fantasy fragrances recalling burnt gold Beauty's dying once again in throes of rapture and pain...

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I was going to make both of you proud, and stand out from the nameless crowd. I had grand ideas, things I was gonna do. No big deal, I was only passing through. Everyone tells me that life is tough. I guess I was not good enough. Things didn't go as I wanted them to. It's OK, I...

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These thoughts we frame and title hang now from long defunct dendrites, made branchless by the passé and pointless now all strung-up upon threadbare strings. Ones or twice the hanged are molested by magpies seeking baubles for their nests, yet most go unrobbed and remain as still as death, or they twist in chill uncaring winds. These thoughts shaped to mind-images, collected together in...

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In my youth, I never whistled at a passing woman. In my youth, I never made a raunchy catcall. But I’m sure the gist of what I must've been thinking could’ve made a city like Sodom or Gomorrah fall....

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The sky shows no concern or grace, For Friday's dawn or sister's place. Oh, I wish the sky would weep for me, Its tears would bring some sweet relief, you see. Yet still, I know it's not to be, For sorrow's breath must rise, then flee. If heaven wept for every soul, The rain would never stop its roll. It's just a thought,...

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