Visitation Poems - Poems about Visitation

She did not want to frighten him, for she had always loved him. Should she appear in his dreams or next to his bed? His eyes were closed, mouth wide open, snoring deeply. A tiny giggle escaped; but he did not hear her. She had never meant to leave him; surprised herself when dead. Staring upon his closed face, she...

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Just love When our loved ones That have passed away Come to visit us In our most important days In a form of butterfly....

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I am being watched feeling a presence I have not felt for fifty years my father best visitation dream ever...

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Backdoor wide open A cream moon is coming in Softly, like a dream. Beyond red sun, pearly rays in a lazy, lilac night. Howling wind whimsy 'midst the fantasy flowers in plum, pink and green. Silver moon, always welcome lending silk beauty to night....

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I used to have a lovely mini-dog who followed me wherever I would go. Nobody in my family cared for him, for only I he loved – that Eskimo! Into my arms he’d leap when I got home from having worked. He’d wait beside the door and know instinctively that I’d be coming. No other doggie could I have loved more. It happened...

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From a distant astral plain they came journeying forth in search of other similar like life entities And once they had eventually arrived what they found and we're greeted with and discovered was a civilization and race of intelligent beings in discourse and at odds with everything Where war was an everyday staple life had little or no...

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Dreamed about my mother Who comes to me when I am in pain Not to my reckoning through woo woo land Otherworldly celestial plain Implanted she was the first time I was held warmly to her breast As the antidote to what ails me She comes when I am under test In this dream of mine she was dying We stood doing dishes side...

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Like a young heart, the sun outshines, flirting with the billows of clouds, leaving a gentle kiss on the blushing horizon. Cry of mucking gulls above, visit the no longer alone, white laced-topped waves; ...

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I don't remember if the invitation Came late at night or early in the morning, If I arrived by carriage Or if I made my way on foot To the palace entrance, If the royal guards escorted me inside or not, This I do not know. All I remember is standing before the King And...

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People go along in their life and then bam. Dead. Deceased. Kaput. Survivors sit by a headstone and talk to them. I am not kidding! They are not in there, folks. Their body is nothing. The soul is their essence. The sitters are now spread eagle on the graves, sobbing. What the what? Do they not believe in a soul?...

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One night my dear dog, a miniature Eskimo which I’d been forced to give to a no-kill shelter a few years earlier appeared as I slept. Waking, I saw him on my bed! Into my arms he leapt! With joy and surprise I pressed my face into his long white fur. I could feel him and inhale his scent. Oh,...

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I am hooked deep inside my cavern-hanging host replicating in cosy subterranean cell night-time radar feeding my needful innermost viral reservoirs overflow with gruesome gel I slurp onto scaly creature, grimly scuttling fissures unfold, revealing gory condominium caged meal within a meal, proximity...

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Faint barks, evening, wind, and rain I'm standing outside these gates again staring at her long twisted cobbled grey She'll be pleading and crying for me to stay Teary-eyed,.. as I start to shake You see, it's my witching mother Changing eyes, I remember Each day a day in mid-November The whiskey called "screams," and her flaking skin Unrepentant and filled to the...

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October Visitation A peeking orange smear Talked to the lad inside his head, When he was eight and nine months, On a breezy October twilight in 1960, As the orange light told him silently, To go to the river's edge behind the red house, To go there and see what it wanted him to see. Night’s shawl of descending gray began its covering, As...

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A Prayer Of Visitation By: Tom Wright 3/98 As visitation begins this day, as Spring has filled the air. Guide me, Lord, upon my way, to show others that I care. Accelerate my steps, o Lord, pray, hear my humble plea. That as I share your word, my thoughts remain on thee. But candid words let me speak, that in this work I'm not inept. Though at times...

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