Requiescat Poems - Poems about Requiescat

Requiescat for Joe D Written: by Tom Wright 4/21/2018 Though he lies reposed somewhere in a Texas field, The anxiety, and hurt he tendered, can’t be concealed. He made no effort to link with family or to appease, Now his scattered cremains obey each Texas breeze. For thirty years his whereabouts remained unknown, And when the end came for him, he chose...

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Requiescat In Pacem when I leave this world look not for me under the dried ground but look up and see me beneath the skies when I pass from this realm weep not for my absence from your crowd but feel my presence in the gentle wind find solace in my words, those that I've writ know that this heart belongs to you...

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Requiescat in Pace Written: by Tom Wright February 2015 At the outset, Tears start like dew from a tender leaf, Then transcend into a torrent; A mind is a library of thoughts, Neatly categorized, Until this contrary wind blew; Rummaging through past thoughts, Has left me feeling careworn, Without experience or wisdom; As I drift betwixt illusion and realism. Confusion is cursing my mind, Leaving pools of passion...

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Long Rest (Contest entry) (Requiescat by Briton Rivière) Oh master why's your rest so long Command and I'll obey You lay there post your victory And at your side I'll stay I seen them lift you from the field Of combat when you fell My Knight you lay there...

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If I knew it was gonna be this way I would've never invested The time and money spent On the girl I thought I loved but I truly resented We say we learned but I really just grew I remained the same man I was Changed for the better But the same guy you knew Now I'm in debt And I owe my...

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The province of delayed gratification Poetry is dead. There is now no appetite for deep reflection In this far from limpid pool. Abhorrent is meditation To the present lords of all misrule. Carpe diem once was for the nonce Its writ now runs for aye. Omnivorous science depredates The very bones of our being. Gradgrindery completely disintegrates The very heart of our seeing. Dawkins' dogma aims...

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Sweet summer winds, hear me Ne’er endure this bewailing daybreak For where whether not daylight rises Now silenced eternal under prettified blossoms Sleeps that sweet beauty that defined me. Under the dimly faded blanket of Gaia In the blanched obsidian void of memory Her slowly fading voice of once yesterdays Never again to behold tomorrows promise Or the faint blushing of a passionate...

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