Tag: death
group name: thepoetryreview
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June 27, 2008 11:32 AM EDT --
You were so sweet and patient
with the humans in your care
you knew we meant to help you
though sometimes it isn't fair
that you should have to suffer
for our errors as we try
to . . .
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March 12, 2007 09:40 AM EDT --
Cruel Alzheimer's fog
llfted while she watched husband's
final, shallow breaths.
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October 29, 2007 12:45 PM EDT --
The wind stirred my memory
only a moment
I shut out that sadness
. . .
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May 03, 2007 02:14 AM EDT --
What could she say
In those moments,
The minutes ticking away,
The space narrowing
Between her and him,
As the light dimmed
And the heart pounded in disbelief?
She didn’t know,
Her mind . . .
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December 02, 2006 04:27 AM EST --
Crucified
Between two thieves
Beneath a hot sun
Upon wood
With nails
With thorns
With hate
With fears
With sweat
With blood
With torn tissue
With contradictions
With no mercy . . .
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February 17, 2008 02:58 PM EST --
Move her into the snow,
Let her slow feet be dragged,
Her reluctance to die
Reflected on her face and eyes,
And the stoop of her tired frame.
Watch how she stands,
The hands prayer-like in . . .
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April 02, 2008 09:15 AM EDT --
Vital element:
all life hinges on water.
Too much suffocates.
Too little parches and kills.
Quench us, wash us, let us live.
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September 19, 2007 07:32 PM EDT --
HTML is defeating me, so I'm not able to link the previous parts, but they can be found with my other articles. This is the last section.
On the dawn of the third day,
I was taken to the cold . . .
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May 12, 2008 12:09 PM EDT --
Ah,
Auschwitz,
Said Josef,
Even today
After all these years,
I can still smell
And taste the
Falling
Ash.
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May 08, 2007 03:09 PM EDT --
Listening Ears
Oh what would I give at a time like this,
for someone, somehow, to take the tears
and replace them with a happier heart, thats
removed from all the heartache and fears
someone to shout . . .
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November 15, 2008 01:25 AM EST --
We Had Plans
We had plans,
but they changed. Now,
my brother's finger in his collar
can never make the new tie feel right. Now,
the wrinkles on my hasty skirt won't vanish . . .
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March 24, 2008 05:37 PM EDT --
I wrote this poem just days after our first son passed away... It's been almost six years since then but I still think of him daily and pray for his tiny soul. His name was Carter.
My Angel . . .
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April 07, 2008 05:15 PM EDT --
Poetry Form: Lanterne
Dedicated to my angel, Gail
written on the day she was
diagnosed with terminal cancer
and who passed away in January 2006
. . .
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July 05, 2007 05:39 PM EDT --
Velma's Decrescendo
In Portsmouth,
five chairs cluster
around a hospital bed--
mine is by the door.
The smell of sterile sickness,
bleached scrubbed vomit
and urine stains,
wafts past to the hall. . . .
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October 26, 2007 05:54 PM EDT --
Earlier today I got a message from a Gather friend telling me of a family member (a man) who had passed away. I could tell she was filled with grief. of course we all should pray that God will . . .
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April 22, 2007 05:16 PM EDT --
For all those who have lost loved ones
Let the teardrops fall, but let the smile come through
The person that you loved, loved you too
So much to remember, memories to treasure
So many joys, joys . . .
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September 22, 2007 08:19 PM EDT --
If you had two choices, to live or die
Which would you choose?
Which one would be right?
If you love your life and you decide to die
Is it alright to leave your loved ones behind?
Don’t you think . . .
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June 12, 2008 12:01 AM EDT --
The heavens
let a rainfall conquer
fearful thoughts.
Misleading Encounters
punishable by
starvation of The mind
painful memories lay upon
whispers in . . .
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February 07, 2007 09:27 PM EST --
After Frost
The soil is lovely, moist, and deep
Where sprightly earthworms plow,
the April rains upon us seep,
though we don't . . .
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February 12, 2008 05:22 PM EST --
She wondered
If other mothers
Felt the same
When their baby died:
Dull, dark and empty,
As if part of them
Had been torn away,
Buried in another place,
Far off in some foreign ground; . . .
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