Tribute Poems | Examples of Tribute Poetry

From desert winds to ocean spray, A harmony that lit the way. Three voices blended soft and clear, A sound that soothed the listening ear. Dewey Bunnell with words that flowed, Of horses wild and paths untrod. His melodies, a gentle breeze, Rustling through the sunlit trees. Gerry Beckley with chords so bright, That painted landscapes in the light. His soaring vocals pure and true, Reflecting...

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You say you love me now But wait until I can't get sleep, cause my elbow is in pain And all I can do is sit and brave it out Wait until I need that quick drive to the hospital When I'm in pain I barely speak And my face turns into the despair I keep inward When all I care...

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I am the sunrise the spark of creation the breath of nature the whisper of twilight the rustling of leaves the touch of rainfall the drums of thunder the colour of rainbows the kiss of moonbeams the spring of compassion the voice of love ...

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A crown, not always metal, not always bright, sometimes, a halo of sweat-soaked hair, earned beneath a scorching sun, a laborer's quiet triumph. Sometimes, the delicate curve of a newborn's skull, a fragile promise, a universe unfolding, a reign just begun. A crown, the silver dusting of wisdom, etched in lines, a cartographer of lived experience, a silent testament to battles won and lost. The artist's...

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Where golden hues in grandeur softly gleam, A testament of faith, a vibrant dream, Stands Tabernacle in its storied might, A beacon burning ever pure and bright. With lines that speak of purpose, strong and bold, A history within its walls unfolds. Each arch and angle carefully conceived, A space where hearts in unity believed. The hallowed...

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Never forget the California glamour girl Actress that graced her beauty on the silver screen. The fancy necklaces and earrings made of pearl, And how Hollywood made her a movie star queen. Living a fast-paced life that was never foreseen, In a world where everyone seemed to know her name Everywhere she went—with no escape from her fame. Wonderful were her many...

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Thinking of you in everything I do; gratefully, deep thoughts of you live on. You are so missed- yet, promise it is true- until my days expire and I am gone, live memories remain while I pursue exclaiming, “Mom, I love you still,” each dawn. ...

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sacred mount fuji breathtaking meditation prayer in the wind posted on April 13, 2025...

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They called him Narendra first— a boy with fire in his heart, a mind that danced with stars while the city slept in the dark. His questions shook the ground: "Where is God? What is the truth?" "Don’t give me words or songs— I want to feel it in my youth!" Then came the storm—Ramakrishna— a saint who smiled at the sky, and said, "You want...

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Love is a phoenix, Barbarously burning, Longing and yearning, Mysterious mystics. To love is to die And rise once more From the ashes to sing the lore Of love, until the blood gets dry. Love is velvety and richly red, Its silky stains stay sincere, Tragic turmoil it may appear, Miraculously Maroon love's words bled Just like the wings that phoenix shed. Love...

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A quill of bone dipped in the midnight's ink, He carved the souls that on the ages think. No crown he wore, no armies at his call, Yet empires rise and crumble at his thrall. From Stratford's quiet to the London's roar, He conjured worlds that never were before. A king's ambition stained with bloody hand, A lover's sigh upon a foreign...

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We sit silently in prayer. and we praise a man so rare. We give thanks today - for Hawkins, Screamin' Jay....

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The gifts of spring uplift our hearts to know winter scenes are gone replaced by brand new arts only newborn spring can bring; as budding blossoms spread out wide full, green lawns lay down a velvet sheen- and spring's new magic paints the gray away. ...

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O’ Pat Pattison, you, my brilliant teacher, I would shower in praises, had you not taught me better! for cliches void of thought are as worthwhile as a couch surfin’ moocher! O’ masterful and deepest sort of creature, shocked then, in the thrall of churning wounds, distraught I found your grace—and for my breaking clot you gave me poetry, this soothing suture....

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“The seasons of all things hold much in store; for life brings death- which brings new life once more.” ...

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