I am standing at your funeral
Ready to say good bye
I am standing here
...
The place like twilight
Parting between sleep and thought
Not quite across the threshold of unconsciousness
In its door way
...
Her fingers long and slender
As to the rest of her
Wonder how such frailty could, labor
...
My tree will know it all
The tree of my childhood
With the endless branches
And the many whispers
...
In a drawer
Behind some forgotten
Necessities of life
That cannot be thrown away
...
Creative thoughts-I let them dance alone
On empty shores of hopeful bliss
Their beauty can my life enhance
As your tender kiss
...
An unsewn day rises from yesterdays dust
it's a new day to darn
a choice of many colors
Empty canvas
...
She is strong and I am not
She filled a hole in me that was hard to spot
I am greatful for that she gave to me
At risk it may be
...
Lonely and in the dark of night,
Void of comfort, security and full of fright,
I carry my weight of loss and wanting you.
...
It rained stars last night
Over a black umbrella
They rolled across darkness
Scatter like silver marbles
...
I Try to read the verse
Line to line
'Skype' pops in
And stops the rhyme
...
The last rays depart
Darkness created emptyness
Tonight as I put myself
...
I build my castles every day....
And tear them down, again in such a way,
And it is quite a wondrous way to play,
When life is hard and full of pain,
...
Love is fleeing
Requires daily work to grasp its fashion
Like black and white rainbows
...
I need to up my bio a little.First thought, I Write to manage stress with a pen, I need to understand how to bring it down, Draw the reader in So they will can have a deeper feel for my writing.It keeps me off the couch. Some say I should use pills....To control the ups and downs, If I did that I would not have any poems or any really great friends on P.H.)
Funeral End For My Friend
I am standing at your funeral
Ready to say good bye
I am standing here
Ready to cry
Memories for me to recall
Of my first ball
Climbing tall trees
Skined up knees
Swinging High
Touching the sky
When I returned
Your arms were there
Wraping me
With warmth comfort and care.
I am wondering why
This could'nt last?
Ending Days
Of my childhood past
Grave site train
Tears turn to torrid rain
Good bye mother
There never will be another
Sadness is my care
My heart has a tear..
Outside waiting funeral hearse,
Taking from me, without coerce,
Your touch is far away
Angels guiding your way.
Have read only two of your poems so far. Intend to read more as they seem to be the style I do aprreciate! Congratulations on getting your feelings popping from your heart-pen straight to the paper and then to our (my) senses! Sílvia, from Brazil
You are a wonderful poet! You are excellent in putting feeling in your poems! Yours, Kathryn
I love being your friend on P.H. you make my poems better thank you clarissa