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Poems That Speak To You
« on: March 11, 2015, 07:33:21 AM »
The following came from several poems posted on the old board that I found poignant and thought might be worth bringing forward. Please feel free to add any poems that might speak to you.

A million times we've needed you
A million times we've cried
If love alone could have saved you,
You never would have died.
In life we loved you dearly,
In death we love you still.
In our hearts you hold a place
No one else will ever fill.
It broke our hearts to lose you,
But you didn't go alone
Part of us went with you,
The day God took you home.
-  Author unknown

For That, I am Thankful
by Darcie D. Sims

It doesn't seem to get any better...
but it doesn't get any worse,either.
For that, I am thankful.
There are no more pictures to be taken...
but there are memories to be cherished.
For that, I am thankful.
There is a missing chair at the table...
but the circle of family gathers, close.
For that, I am thankful.
The turkey is smaller...
but there is still stuffing.
For that, I am thankful.
The days are shorter...
but the nights are softer.
For that, I am thankful.
The calendar still turns, the holidays still appear and they still cost too much...
but I am still here.
For that, I am thankful.
The room is still empty, the soul still aches...
but the heart remembers.
For that, I am thankful.
The guests still come, the dishes pile up...
but the dishwasher works.
For that, I am thankful.
The name is still missing, the words unspoken...
the silence is shared.
For that, I am thankful.
The snow still fall, the sled still waits,
and the spirit wants to...
For that, I am thankful.
The stillness remains...
but the sadness is smaller.
For that, I am thankful.
The moment is gone...
but the love is forever.
For that, I am blessed.
For that, I am grateful...
Love was once (and still is)
a part of my being...
for that, I am living.
I am living...and for that I am thankful.

In the rising of the sun and in its going down,
We remember them.
In the blowing of the wind and in the chill of winter,
We remember them.
In the opening of buds and in the rebirth of spring,
We remember them.
In the blueness of the sky and in the warmth of summer,
We remember them.
In the rustling of leaves and in the beauty of autumn,
We remember them.
In the beginning of the year and when it ends,
We remember them.
When we are weary and in need of strength,
We remember them.
When we are lost and sick at heart,
We remember them.
When we have joys we yearn to share,
We remember them.
So long as we live, they too will live,
For they are a part of all who have known them.
We remember them.
 --Author unknown
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Re: Several Poems
« Reply #1 on: March 11, 2015, 04:30:38 PM »
I carry your heart - by E.E Cummings

i carry your heart with me (i carry it in
my heart) i am never without it (anywhere
i go you go, my dear; and whatever is done
by only me is your doing, my darling)
i fear
no fate (for you are my fate, my sweet) i want
no world (for beautiful you are my world, my true)
and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant
and whatever a sun will always sing is you

here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life; which grows
higher than soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart

i carry your heart (i carry it in my heart)


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Re: Poems
« Reply #2 on: March 13, 2015, 11:12:49 PM »
Found this one tonight . Like it .
He is Gone
You can shed tears that he is gone
Or you can smile because he has lived
You can close your eyes and pray that he'll come back
Or you can open your eyes and see all he's left
Your heart can be empty because you can't see him
Or you can be full of the love you shared
You can turn your back on tomorrow and live yesterday
Or you can be happy for tomorrow because of yesterday
You can remember him and only that he's gone
Or you can cherish his memory and let it live on
You can cry and close your mind, be empty and turn your back
Or you can do what he'd want: smile, open your eyes, love and go on
David Harkins (1959 - )
"To love another person is to see the face of God "


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« Reply #3 on: March 17, 2015, 09:45:31 PM »
Death is Nothing by Canon Henry Scott-Holland

Death is nothing at all
I have only slipped away into the next room
I am I and you are you.
Whatever we were to each other
That we still are.

Call me by my old familiar name
Speak to me in the easy way which you always used
Wear no forced air of solemnity or sorrow.
Laugh as we always laughed at the little jokes
We enjoyed together.

Play, smile, think of me, pray for me,
Let my name be ever the household word that
It always was.

Let it be spoken without effort,
Without the trace of a shadow on it.
Life means all that it ever meant
It is the same as it ever was
There is absolutely unbroken continuity.

Why should I be out of mind because I am
Out of sight? I am but waiting for you
For an interval
Somewhere very near
Just around the corner .
All is well.

Canon Henry Scott-Holland (1847-1918)


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Re: Poems
« Reply #4 on: March 17, 2015, 10:52:45 PM »
I wrote this. i guess that it is a poem.

2 years tomorrow.
Feeling your love and presence so strongly.
Letting go of some of the past.
Discovering my new life.
Trusting in the future.
Love you honey.
Grateful for the past. Embracing the present. Trusting in the future.


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« Reply #5 on: March 17, 2015, 10:55:20 PM »
Wrote this at 16 months.

We don?t have a choice.
Here we are.
Figure out what is up.
Figure out who we are.
The plans we made
Gone in a flash.
What else can we do?
Get through the day
Try to sleep
And hope for a brand new day
Hope will come
So will faith
Try to trust
So here we are
In our new found lives.
It won?t come easy.
So we have to try.
It?s a whole new game
With rules that we have never known.
Quite different 29 years later.
Grateful for the past. Embracing the present. Trusting in the future.


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« Reply #6 on: March 17, 2015, 10:59:49 PM »
I wrote this at 12 months.

One Year Ago Today - Cindy Left This Earth

About an hour from now she would speak her last words to me.

"I always loved you"

So as I sit here this morning, drinking my coffee...
She blessed so many lives.
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« Reply #7 on: March 19, 2015, 04:16:30 PM »
Letter From Heaven
To my dearest family, some things I'd like to say.
But first of all, to let you know, that I arrived okay.
I'm writing this from heaven. Here I dwell with God above.
Here, there's no more tears of sadness;
Here is just eternal love.
Please do not be unhappy just because I'm out of sight.
Remember that I am with you every morning, noon and night.
That day I had to leave you when my life on earth was through.
God picked me up and hugged me and He said, "I welcome you.
It's good to have you back again,
you were missed while you were gone.
As for your dearest family, They'll be here later on.
I need you here badly, you're a part of my plan.
There's so much that we have to do, to help our mortal man,"
God gave me a list of things, that he wished for me to do.
And foremost on the list, was to watch and care for you.
And when you lie in bed at night, the day's chores put to flight.
God and I are closest to the middle of the night.
When you think of my life on earth, and all those loving years.
Because you are only human, they are bound to bring you tears.
But do not be afraid to cry: it does relieve the pain.
Remember there would be no flowers, unless there was some rain.
I wish that I could tell you, all that God has planned.
But if I were to tell you, you wouldn't understand.
Yet one thing is for certain, though my life on earth is over.
I'm closer to you now, than I ever was before.
There are rocky roads ahead of you, and many hills to climb.
But together we can do it by taking one day at a time.
It was always my philosophy and I'd like it for you too;
That as you give unto the world, the world will give to you.
If you can help somebody who's in sorrow and pain;
Then you can say to God at night......"My day was not in vain."
And now I am contented...that my life was worthwhile.
Knowing as I passed along the way I made somebody smile.
So if you meet somebody, who is sad and feeling low,
Just lend a hand to pick him up, as on your way you go.
When you're walking down the street
and you've got me on your mind,
I'm walking in your footsteps only half a step behind.
And when it's time for you to go....from that body to be free.
Remember you're not're coming here to me.
---Author unknown

When Tomorrow starts without me

When tomorrow starts without me,
and I'm not there to see;
If the sun should rise and find your eyes
all filled with tears for me;
I wish so much you wouldn't cry
the way you did today,
While thinking of the many things
we didn't get to say.
I know how much you love me,
as much as I love you,
And each time you think of me,
I know you'll miss me, too.
But when tomorrow starts without me,
please try and understand,
That an angel came and called my name
and took me by the hand,
And said my place was ready
in heaven far above,
And that I'd have to leave behind
all those I dearly love.
But as I turned to walk away,
a tear fell from my eye,
For all my life I'd always thought
I didn't want to die.
I had so much to live for
and so much yet to do,
It seemed almost impossible
that I am leaving you.
I thought of all the yesterdays,
the good ones and the bad,
I thought of all the love we shared
and all the fun we had.
If I could relive yesterday,
I thought, just for a while,
I'd say good-bye and kiss you
and maybe see your smile.
But then I fully realized
that this could never be.
For emptiness and memories
would take the place of me.
And when I thought of worldly things
that I'd miss come tomorrow,
I thought of you, and when I did,
my heart was filled with sorrow.
But when I walked through heaven's gates,
I felt so much at home.
When God look down and smiled at me,
from His great golden throne.
He said, "This is eternity
and all I've promised you,
Today your life on earth is past,
but here it starts anew.
I promise no tomorrow,
but today will always last,
And since each day's the same day,
there's no longing for the past.
But you have been so faithful,
so trusting and so true,
Though there were times you did some things
you knew you shouldn't do.
But you have been forgiven,
and now at last your free.
So won't you take my hand
and share my life with me?"
So when tomorrow starts without me,
don't think we're far apart,
For everytime you think of me,
I'm right here in your heart.

--Author unknown
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Re: Poems That Speak To You
« Reply #8 on: August 04, 2015, 09:47:30 PM »
there is a place in the heart that
will never be filled

a space

and even during the
best moments
the greatest times

we will know it

we will know it
more than

there is a place in the heart that
will never be filled

we will wait

in that space.

― Charles Bukowski
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Re: Poems That Speak To You
« Reply #9 on: August 14, 2015, 02:41:12 PM »
I'm not generally sentimental, but there has always been something about this one that makes me cry.  In the beginning, I wasn't ready for it and it upset me in a bad way, but now I just think it's beautiful:

Epitaph, by Merrit Malloy

When I die
Give what's left of me away
To children
And old men that wait to die.
And if you need to cry,
Cry for your brother
Walking the street beside you.
And when you need me,
Put your arms
Around anyone
And give them
What you need to give to me.

I want to leave you something,
Something better
Than words
Or sounds.

Look for me
In the people I've known
Or loved,
And if you cannot give me away,
At least let me live on your eyes
And not on your mind.

You can love me most
By letting
Hands touch hands,
By letting
Bodies touch bodies,
And by letting go
Of children
That need to be free.

Love doesn't die,
People do.
So, when all that's left of me
Is love,
Give me away.
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Re: Poems That Speak To You
« Reply #10 on: August 15, 2015, 05:41:06 PM »
Writing poetry gave me what little sanity I had during the first few years after his death.

Death Watch

I watched Death wait for you.
I saw him in the yard,
And around the corner,
And peeking through the window.
I would look him in the eye and stare him down,
Then turn back to you with a smile.
No sign on my face of who was lurking near our home.

I became a woman to be reckoned with.
I scared away the future.
I kept us safe.
This is what I did for you,
This is what I would do again.

When Death came through the door
I had unlocked it.
I swung it open wide,
Said "come on in."
I held your hand and talked of love.
Tears could flow another day.
I'd not allow my tears to cause you sorrow.

I was a woman to be reckoned with.
I faced the future.
I left you go.
This is what I did for you.
This is what I would do again.

Would you know me if you saw me now,
Eyes ahead, feet in motion,
Walking toward the unknown?
I know you would.
That is who you always saw.

A woman to be reckoned with.
A woman with a future.
This is what you did for me.
This is what you've always done.
This is what you do.

Poem On The Second Anniversary Of Your Death

It's like picking a scab.
Each time its almost healed
I rub and scratch until the blood flows.
I bleed for you. I bleed for me.

Sometimes I just bump into things
And knock it open.
But mostly I pick at it.

I have songs that can rip it open,
I have photographs I hide away until I want to see what I have lost.
And there is still that little seed of doubt that I was good enough for you.
That seed I can plant and water with blood until it grows so tall I can not see the top.

If the scab heals, all that's left is a scar.
Scars can fade away.

I would have died for you.
I would have died with you.
That would have been easy.
The hard part is letting the scab heal and believing you won't fade away.


I sometimes told you that you saved my life.
You would grin and make a joke.
Or in a more serious mood say
"No you saved your own life,
I was just with you when you did it."

I guess it was a little of both.
But either way I am still here
And you are not.

My life was in your hands.
I put it there and chose to keep it there.
Hands that sheltered but never held too tight.
Hands one could curl up in and feel safe.

I am still here
And you are not.

I am the trapeze flyer without a net,
The baby bird pushed out of the nest,
The boat riding the rapids, heading for the waterfall.

You are not here
I am.

The hands fell away but I can walk on air.
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Re: Poems That Speak To You
« Reply #11 on: August 22, 2015, 07:39:13 AM »
Here is a poem my husband wrote to our daughters about 3 years before he died suddenly:

My Changing Heart

By: Wilfred Bereswill

She fits in my hand,
Flying through the room, giggling her silly giggle,
This is the best time,
My heart is filling.

She chases a ball,
With twenty others, giggling her determined giggle,
This is the best time,
My heart is content.
She snuggles on my lap,
Watching men skate on ice, giggling her amazed giggle,
This is the best time,
My heart is full.

She arranges her dorm room,
Hanging clothes on a rack, giggling a nervous giggle,
This is the best time, for her,
My heart is unsure.

She walks in white,
Taking her hand from mine, giggling a silent giggle,
This is the best and worst time,
My heart is empty.

She takes a tiny hand,
And places it in mine, giggling along with a silly giggle,
This is the best time,
My heart is filling again.

(This is especially meaningful to me right now, as our last daughter gets married Sept. 5th.) The only part he didn't get to experience was holding our grandbaby while alive. 


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« Reply #12 on: September 24, 2015, 07:02:46 PM »
Life is a stopping place
A pause in what?s meant to be.
A resting place along the road
To sweet eternity.
We all have different journey?s
and paths along the way
We all are meant to learn many things
But never meant to stay.
Our destination is a place
Far greater than we know.
For some the journey, quicker
For some the journey, slow
And when the journey ends
We all claim a great reward
And find an everlasting peace
Together with the Lord

We give them back to you, O Lord,
who first gave them to us;
yet as you did not lose them in the giving,
so we do not lose them by their return . . .
For what is yours is ours also,
 if we belong to you.
Love is unending, and the boundary
of this mortal life is but a horizon,
and a horizon is nothing
save the limit of our sight.
Lift us up, strong Son of God,
that we may see more clearly . . .
And while you prepare a place for us,
 prepare us also for that happy place,
that we may be with you
and with those we loved for evermore.


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Re: Poems That Speak To You
« Reply #13 on: December 11, 2015, 06:13:37 AM »
For those of us seeking our next love and feeling that our scars put people off...

Mouthful of Forevers by Clementine von Radics

I am not the first person you loved.
You are not the first person I looked at
with a mouthful of forevers. We
have both known loss like the sharp edges
of a knife. We have both lived with lips
more scar tissue than skin. Our love came
unannounced in the middle of the night.
Our love came when we?d given up
on asking love to come. I think
that has to be part
of its miracle.

This is how we heal.
I will kiss you like forgiveness. You
will hold me like I?m hope. Our arms
will bandage and we will press promises
between us like flowers in a book.
I will write sonnets to the salt of sweat
on your skin. I will write novels to the scar
of your nose. I will write a dictionary
of all the words I have used trying
to describe the way it feels to have finally,
finally found you.

And I will not be afraid
of your scars.

I know sometimes
it?s still hard to let me see you
in all your cracked perfection,
but please know:
whether it?s the days you burn
more brilliant than the sun
or the nights you collapse into my lap
your body broken into a thousand questions,
you are the most beautiful thing I?ve ever seen.
I will love you when you are a still day.
I will love you when you are a hurricane.
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Re: Poems That Speak To You
« Reply #14 on: December 12, 2015, 10:05:25 PM »
Like Water

It hadn?t been three months since he had died
when we sat together in your living room,
a green world going on outside, the June wind
blowing hot and hard, bending each leaf and branch,
while inside all was still: a still interior where
three women sat in shadow stirring summer drinks,
the room the same as it had always been,

but changed, his absence palpable. You said,
?I thought I?d gradually miss him less, the way
a craving for a cigarette lessens a little after weeks
of going without. It?s not like that.? You paused,
drawing in a breath. ?It?s like a thirst that deepens
as each day passes. Like water,? you finally said.
?I want him back the way I want a drink of water.?

(Elizabeth Spires)