Poems of Passing

[My Erotic Trail]

I need a poem or two that reflects death / (passing of a loved one) that I hope to share with a family (Templeminded's) in need of 'comforting words' that may ease the pain of losing a loved one.

Thanks Art~

 

[My Erotic Trail]

the new angel
by My Erotic Tale ©

I know you were given your wings today
and now you're waiting to fly away,
never have I met a more lovely soul
that is why you will be wearing a halo.

You better come see me from time to time
or you will have this little devil crying.
I will not cast a flower on your grave
I'll give them to you on my dying day.

When you held my hand you held my heart
seemed like forever even though now we're apart
we've shared life in almost every angle
now they are calling you to be the new Angel.

To templeminded (~_~)

 

[WickedEve]

Art, did templeminded pass away?

I have a few poems that I wrote after smithpeter died and some about death after my uncle died. I will look through them and see if any are appropriate.

 

[ewopper]

I need a poem or two that reflects death / (passing of a loved one) that I hope to share with a family (Templeminded's) in need of 'comforting words' that may ease the pain of losing a loved one.

Thanks Art~

Love's Passing

The steeple bell rang loud that day
as mourners in the town
sadly witnessed the passing away
and was felt for miles around

for this was the day love finally died
ushering in a period of misery
and for love the people sorely cried
for they missed her already

the pain reflected on each face
as they bid to love adieu
was one of agony, minus grace
and remorse to name a few

the people sadly stood around
as the preacher read last rites
and they lowered love into the ground
covering it's remains from sight

and as the people walked away
in misery and fear
on that dreary cloudy day
none had any idea

that by burying love into the ground
like a new seed it would grow
and spread new joy all around
in a new abundant flow

H.Wilson

 

[ewopper]

You Meant so much

You Meant so Much to Us

We always thought you would be here
For us to cherish and love
But darling mother so caring and dear
Spreading wings, you flew away like a dove

On to a place in eternity
Where you await patiently
For us to join you eventually
Your gentle spirit flying free

And we know that without fail
You’ll be visiting heaven’s yard sales
Just to have something to do
As you wait until we can join you

We know your mansion you’ll fill to the brim
But with new and heavenly things
And you’ll get us things you think we would like
In the land of eternal light

Placing them gently away
Until that joyous day
When we will join you
And begin life anew

Mother we miss you more than you know
And it hurts us that you had to go
So soon leaving us grieving here
Life will never be the same without you dear

For we love you with a love like no other
And we miss you so much
Dear sweet darling mother
You meant so much to us

H. Wilson

 

[ewopper]

SOMEONE WENT ON BEFORE

AS WE TRAVEL THIS JOURNEY OF LIFE
WE SOMETIMES ARE FACED WITH TOILS AND STRIFE
AND WHEN YOU FEEL YOU CAN'T TAKE ANYMORE
REMEMBER, SOMEONE HAS GONE ON BEFORE

YES, SOMEONE HAS GONE ON BEFORE
TO DO WHAT NONE COULD DO AND MORE
TO PREPARE THE PATH AND LIGHT THE WAY
TO LEAD US TO A BRIGHTER DAY

SOMEONE WENT ON BEFORE
TO STRAIGHTEN CROOKED ROADS
YES SOMEONE WENT ON BEFORE
TO LIGHTEN HEAVY LOADS

SOMEONE WENT ON BEFORE
TO GIVE THE BEST HE COULD GIVE
SOMEONE WENT ON BEFORE
TO DIE SO THAT WE COULD LIVE

YES SOMEONE WENT ON BEFORE
TO TAKE AWAY ALL SIN
SOMEONE WENT ON BEFORE
AND BY FAITH WE HAVE LIFE IN HIM

SOMEONE WENT ON BEFORE

H.Wilson

 

[ewopper]

When Love Moves On

Words Can't Begin To Describe
The Pain That You Feel
When Someone You Love Does Die
It's A Harrowing Ordeal

Memories Come Flooding In
Of Special Moments Shared
Special Images Of When
You Felt Joy That Can't Be Compared

Feelings Of Guilt Seem To Overide
The Fact That There Was Nothing You Could Do
Feelings That Seemingly Refuse To Subside
Trying To Make You Forever Blue

You Try To Make Sense Of It All
As You Try To Reason Why
Eternity's Herald Came To Call
And The One You Love Had To Die

But Know That Life Is But A Season
A Journey That All Must Go Through
And To Everything There's A Reason
Though For Now Seems Uncertain To You

But Know O' Lady That Your Tears
Are Rain To Water Joyful Seeds
And God Will Calm Your Fears
And Supply All Your Needs

So For Now You Have To Grieve
It Is Only For A Season
God Your Sorrow Will Relieve
And His Love For You Is The Reason

H. Wilson

 

[ewopper]

I hope you can use at least one of these if so feel free to use them

 

[Angeline]

Art, I am so sorry for your loss. I hope you find some comfort in your good memories of her and, perhaps, in poems that help put some words to what you're feeling.

The one you wrote is lovely.

Here are a few I think beautifully express dealing with the pain of losing a loved one.


Ange

Funeral Blues
W.H. Auden

Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,
Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,
Silence the pianos and with muffled drum
Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.

Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead
Scribbling on the sky the message He Is Dead.
Put crepe bows round the white necks of public doves,
Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.

He was my North, my South, my East and West.
My working week and my Sunday rest,
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
I thought that love would last forever; I was wrong.

The stars are not wanted now: put out every one;
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun;
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood;
For nothing now can ever come to any good.

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I Did Not Die
Melinda Sue Pacho

Do not stand at my grave and forever weep.
I am not there; I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow.
I am the diamond glints on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn’s rain.
When you awaken in the morning’s hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and forever cry.
I am not there. I did not die.

 

[Angeline]

One More

Art, I'm not sure this poem was intended to be about grieving over loss from the death of a loved one, but it seems to address that to me. It's one of my favorite poems--when you read it I think you'll see why.

Peace,
A.

Naming the Stars
Joyce Sutphen

This present tragedy will eventually
turn into myth, and in the mist
of that later telling the bell tolling
now will be a symbol, or, at least,
a sign of something long since lost.

This will be another one of those
loose changes, the rearrangement of
hearts, just parts of old lives
patched together, gathered into
a dim constellation, small consolation.

Look, we will say, you can almost see
the outline there: her fingertips
touching his, the faint fusion
of two bodies breaking into light.

 

[My Erotic Trail]

Art, did templeminded pass away?

I have a few poems that I wrote after smithpeter died and some about death after my uncle died. I will look through them and see if any are appropriate.

Templeminded is still dealing with her illness and as of today is now dealing with the passing of her mother. My son called all night last night (his grandmother) was very close and she was a very strong and loving person. I will be going up there this weekend and was hoping to go with verbal ammunition (poetry) to help ease the pain in some way, perhaps a poem that will shed a ray of ease to help in the dealing with her passing. Temple just got out of the hospital three days ago so I know she is having one hell of a time right now, even for a female ninja nookie.

thank you wicked, angeline and ewopper...

 

[My Erotic Trail]

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I Did Not Die
Melinda Sue Pacho

Do not stand at my grave and forever weep.
I am not there; I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow.
I am the diamond glints on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn’s rain.
When you awaken in the morning’s hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and forever cry.
I am not there. I did not die.[/I]

I like this grasshopper~ (~_~)

 

[Angeline]

I like this grasshopper~ (~_~)

Me too. And it's true, you know.

 

[WickedEve]

Templeminded is still dealing with her illness and as of today is now dealing with the passing of her mother. My son called all night last night (his grandmother) was very close and she was a very strong and loving person. I will be going up there this weekend and was hoping to go with verbal ammunition (poetry) to help ease the pain in some way, perhaps a poem that will shed a ray of ease to help in the dealing with her passing. Temple just got out of the hospital three days ago so I know she is having one hell of a time right now, even for a female ninja nookie.

thank you wicked, angeline and ewopper...

I know you've mentioned how sick she's been. I am sorry to hear about her mom. I'd be devastated if anything happened to my mom, but as we get older, we have to face those sort of losses--unfortunately.
I looked through my poems and I have nothing uplifting. But Ange gave you some good choices.

 

[Rybka]

Do not go gentle into that good night
by Dylan Thomas

Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

 

[flyguy69]

I need a poem or two that reflects death / (passing of a loved one) that I hope to share with a family (Templeminded's) in need of 'comforting words' that may ease the pain of losing a loved one.

Thanks Art~

A poem that "reflects death / (passing of a loved one)" is called an elegy, and if you can find one called "Little Elegy" by Keith Althaus (which I cannot, online) you will be delighted. It was published in a now-defunct journal called Grand Street.

 

[wildsweetone]

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I Did Not Die
Melinda Sue Pacho

Do not stand at my grave and forever weep.
I am not there; I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow.
I am the diamond glints on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn’s rain.
When you awaken in the morning’s hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and forever cry.
I am not there. I did not die.[/I]

that is absolutely beautiful.

 

[My Erotic Trail]

A poem that "reflects death / (passing of a loved one)" is called an elegy, and if you can find one called "Little Elegy" by Keith Althaus (which I cannot, online) you will be delighted. It was published in a now-defunct journal called Grand Street.

thanks Rybka~

fly... I couldn't find it either and I searched for awhile, I did however find some great poems by Keith Althaus that were awesome in my book (perhaps not so to others) but I enjoyed "Ladder of Hours" and a small comment by Kieth about why he writes 'simple' poetry. I needed this for I feel this way also. We all write differently but this some how sums up how I feel about writing poetry from my heart. (We all differ which is the great thing about the world but this stuck a cord in me.) thanks

(clip~)
Keith Althaus...
On Ladder of Hours:

“I began to write in the simplest and most straightforward language because I thought it would be easy. And because I had no audience, any attempt to impress or seduce the reader with rhetoric would only come back to me. Years later, by the time I realized how difficult it is to write simply, I was hooked on the promise of its reward.

“While technically these poems cover many years, more than half my life, it is in fact no time: the pleasures and sorrows that preoccupied me when I began have not gone away, but have grown clearer, sharper, more insistent upon being heard. And the mysteries I set out to explore have, as mysteries do, only deepened and widened. I stand no nearer conclusion now than I did then, yet, as if in compensation, writing has given me a second, concurrent life, more like a companion than a shadow.


“A poet can only hope his wild stabs occasionally strike bone, a startling occurrence for both the reader and writer. It’s fitting for an art born of solitude that we share these moments alone.”

 

[bluerains]

although

I am unable to deal with this sort of poetry myself...at this time...I can pass you a comforting lyric from my favorite band...can't delve into this mind set but, my thoughts are with you...be blessed...and tm..too...

Artist: Moody Blues
Song: Bless the wings (that bring you back)
Album: Keys Of The Kingdom
[" Keys Of The Kingdom " CD]

Like the rose that blooms in the wintertime
As it reaches up through the snow
The more life keeps us apart
The more love will grow
Like the seed that grows in the darkness
As it reaches up to the sun
I will always reach out for you
'Cos you are the one

I bless the wings that bring you
back across the shore
If I could touch you now my darling
I'd love you just once more
If I could hold you, hold you, hold you,
I know you'd understand,
I know you'd understand.

As I cross the bridge by the waterfall
As I make my way by the stars
There's a shadow walking beside me
Here in my heart
Like the restless wind in the tree tops
Like a whispered voice in my ear
I will always be there for you
I'll always be here

I bless the wings that bring you
back across the shore
If I could touch you now my darling
I'd love you just once more
If I could hold you, hold you, hold you,
I know you'd understand,
I know you'd understand.

In a far off wonderland
That flashes past my eyes
The kiss of inspiration that was mine
The dust of many centuries
Has blown across this land
But love will not be scattered by the sand

Like the sunrise over the mountainside
Like the bird that has to be free
There's a part of you that will always be
part of me

I bless the wings that bring you
Back across the shore
If I could touch you now my darling
I'd love you just once more
If I could hold you, hold you, hold you,
I know you'd understand,
I know you'd understand,
I know you'd understand,
I know you'd understand.

 

[My Erotic Trail]

I am unable to deal with this sort of poetry myself...at this time...I can pass you a comforting lyric from my favorite band...can't delve into this mind set but, my thoughts are with you...be blessed...and tm..too...

Artist: Moody Blues
Song: Bless the wings (that bring you back)
Album: Keys Of The Kingdom
[" Keys Of The Kingdom " CD]

Like the rose that blooms in the wintertime
As it reaches up through the snow
The more life keeps us apart
The more love will grow
Like the seed that grows in the darkness
As it reaches up to the sun
I will always reach out for you
'Cos you are the one

I bless the wings that bring you
back across the shore
If I could touch you now my darling
I'd love you just once more
If I could hold you, hold you, hold you,
I know you'd understand,
I know you'd understand.

As I cross the bridge by the waterfall
As I make my way by the stars
There's a shadow walking beside me
Here in my heart
Like the restless wind in the tree tops
Like a whispered voice in my ear
I will always be there for you
I'll always be here

I bless the wings that bring you
back across the shore
If I could touch you now my darling
I'd love you just once more
If I could hold you, hold you, hold you,
I know you'd understand,
I know you'd understand.

In a far off wonderland
That flashes past my eyes
The kiss of inspiration that was mine
The dust of many centuries
Has blown across this land
But love will not be scattered by the sand

Like the sunrise over the mountainside
Like the bird that has to be free
There's a part of you that will always be
part of me

I bless the wings that bring you
Back across the shore
If I could touch you now my darling
I'd love you just once more
If I could hold you, hold you, hold you,
I know you'd understand,
I know you'd understand,
I know you'd understand,
I know you'd understand.

thank you blue...

I found this in my search and I really liked it...
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Death is not extinguishing the light;
it is putting out the lamp because the dawn has come.

- Rabindranath Tagore

 

[annaswirls]

got these from a site a woman has about the death of her two children

I have a billy collins one I love, I will go looking for it.

I am sorry for your loss.

There is always this voice in my mind at these times, you are a poet! You should have something to say about this now!

Jennifer


"When love is lost, do not bow your head in sadness; instead keep your head up high and gaze at the stars for that is where your broken heart has been sent to heal."
~ Unknown

Surely the stars are images of love.
~ Philip James Bailey

The sad and solemn night
Hath yet her multitude of cheerful fires;
The glorious host of light
Walks the dark hemisphere till she retires;
All through her silent watches, gliding slow,
Her constellations come, and climb the heavens, and go.
~ William Cullen Bryant

Now twilight lets her curtain down And pins it with a star.
~ Lord John Campbell

 

[annaswirls]

This image helped me get through some tough times.... maybe it will touch you too.


The Dead

by Billy Collins

The dead are always looking down on us, they say.

while we are putting on our shoes or eating a steak,

they are looking down through the glass bottom boats of heaven

as they row themselves slowly through eternity.

They watch the tops of our heads moving below on earth,

and when we lie down in a field or on a couch,

drugged perhaps by the hum of a long afternoon,

they think we are looking back at them,

which makes them lift their oars and fall silent

and wait, like parents, for us to close our eyes.

 

[My Erotic Trail]

This image helped me get through some tough times.... maybe it will touch you too.


The Dead

by Billy Collins

The dead are always looking down on us, they say.

while we are putting on our shoes or eating a steak,

they are looking down through the glass bottom boats of heaven

as they row themselves slowly through eternity.

They watch the tops of our heads moving below on earth,

and when we lie down in a field or on a couch,

drugged perhaps by the hum of a long afternoon,

they think we are looking back at them,

which makes them lift their oars and fall silent

and wait, like parents, for us to close our eyes.

thanks anna
Billy Collins, one of my Favorite poets... excellent~

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after reading 'elegy' poetry for the last 24 hours
I have come up with this, I don't normally ask for help, but in this case I may need it. So please tell me what you think and how you think it can be improved on. Do not be upset if I do not use your suggestions... but at this point I am open to change this for the better... Thanks Art~


Dusk comes for everyone~

Dusk comes
like the last breath of the day
when the blue
has whithered away

death's song orchestrated
by the sparkle of a new star
Life hangs in lyrics that fade
like crickets to a new day

darkness churns in deep emotions
iris pools overflow from streaming loving souls
choking sadness from death's chorus
falling, drumming, raining tears
for an Angel returning home
on a rainbow in the dead of night

a flower's beauty still shines
even on nights without a moon's illumination
Its life is measured by the beauty it painted
with brushing touches to other souls
its silent song grows whithered and old
yet a memory is sown

rejoice in the passing
of a soothing breeze
for so many silent stones
never walked with thee
cherished are those caressing,
comforting and gusting memories

Some stars guide us
through the night
some stars simply
brighten our nights
and some stars gleam
for those in our history

Dusk comes for everyone
silent stars shine,
like little gemstone thoughts
of a missing loved one
I see a new star born
hanging brightly, due south

by Art~

 

[wildsweetone]

thanks anna
Billy Collins, one of my Favorite poets... excellent~

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

after reading 'elegy' poetry for the last 24 hours
I have come up with this, I don't normally ask for help, but in this case I may need it. So please tell me what you think and how you think it can be improved on. Do not be upset if I do not use your suggestions... but at this point I am open to change this for the better... Thanks Art~


Dusk comes for everyone~

Dusk comes
like the last breath of the day
when the blue
has whithered away

death's song orchestrated
by the sparkle of a new star
Life hangs in lyrics that fade
like crickets to a new day

darkness churns in deep emotions
iris pools overflow from streaming loving souls
choking sadness from death's chorus
falling, drumming, raining tears
for an Angel returning home
on a rainbow in the dead of night

a flower's beauty still shines
even on nights without a moon's illumination
Its life is measured by the beauty it painted
with brushing touches to other souls
its silent song grows whithered and old
yet a memory is sown

rejoice in the passing
of a soothing breeze
for so many silent stones
never walked with thee
cherished are those caressing,
comforting and gusting memories

Some stars guide us
through the night
some stars simply
brighten our nights
and some stars gleam
for those in our history

Dusk comes for everyone
silent stars shine,
like little gemstone thoughts
of a missing loved one
I see a new star born
hanging brightly, due south

by Art~

You've done well, Art.

I heard a saying a long time ago... stars are windows in heaven.

 

[My Erotic Trail]

I'm back!!!

I wanted to thank y'all for your 'elegys'. Times like these words do tend to ease and put things in some perspective, even if they are illusions. But poetry seem to be a major tool at the sermon and even in small circles of tear filled eyes. Bows Humble to Templeminded who morns her mothers passing.

the song of the day was..."Holes in the floor of Heaven"