21. Absent From The Body
You have served your time
and lived out your days.
You have now made the move
from your house of clay.
You have served your time
and lived out your days.
You have now made the move
from your house of clay.
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The years we've shared have been full of joy.
The memories we've made will go on and on.
I haven't stopped crying since you went away,
and I've asked God time and time why you couldn't stay.
Thank you for this poem. I lost a good friend 8 months ago. He didn't die; he just broke off things with me. Just like that. We hadn't quarreled at all, nothing. He lives on the other side of...
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Do not stand beside my grave and cry
Because I am not there
I am still alive
Thank you all. Reading your stories makes me feel like I'm not alone. I miss my brother. Two weeks before his birthday God took him. Today is his birthday, and I want to give my best present....
It's been so long since you've been gone
It still hurts all day long
There isn't a day that goes by
Without me thinking why
In love of memory of my brother (Stephen), age 34. He passed away on 10/03/2017. My brother sadly left from a massive heart attack. They brought him back, but after 3 days his body shut down...
As each passing day goes by
A tear falls from my eye
With each day passing me
A memory comes to mind
I can sincerely relate to this poem. Every year I celebrate my deceased daughter's and grandson's birthdays. I lost them in a car accident in 2004. Birthdays have always been special in my...
The chair where you sat lies vacant and still.
The air so silent, through my body runs a chill,
The sound of your laughter echoes in my ears.
Those who are near and dear to us may shine in our hearts forever like stars.
Dear Mother, I've so much to tell you,
I wouldn't know where to begin.
There's so much I've learned in the years since you've gone,
How I long to just see you again.
The very first month
Of each passing year
Brings up your birthday
Even though you're not here.
A rose so rare,
one of its kind,
love and beauty a mother,
yes!
This just reminded me of the most wonderful Mother who brought us up(12 children) so good and gave us everything, yet she had nothing, but the nothing she had was everything, miss her so much xx
The day you left us was heartbreak and sorrow.
The day you left us we saw no tomorrow.
The day you left us we didn't understand.
The day you left us God had you by the hand.
I dedicate this poem to my mum and dad, who died within a week of each other.
If I had one wish to make
I'd use it up on you.
Just to see you one more time
In the heavenly sky so blue
Looking for a poem to remember my youngest sister and my dad. My sister left us May 2011 - leaving her 3 little boys and it's 30 years since my dad left us. This poem just says everything...
Dedicated to the victims of Sandy Hook Elementary
They were the ones who made us smile
And blessed our lives for a very short while.
The strongest branch has fallen
From our family tree.
God had his way; he's taking me home,
So you need not grieve for me.
My oldest brother passed away on Dec 24, 2016, and this poem was published that same day. This poem speaks volumes to me. Thanks for sharing!
Since the day the skies turned gray
It was then I thought of you
As the rain pondered upon my tin-roof
Tears from my eyes shown how much I missed you
I know you are crying and you are sad, but I just want to let you know that you don't have to cry anymore. Pray and you will see them close to your eyes. They are there Get together with...
He marches in God's army now but once
upon a time,
With valor he fought long and proud
our freedom on his mind.
Your birthday is here again,
but in heaven you will be.
We will celebrate your special day
visiting you and your memorial tree.
Famous Poem
When these graven lines you see,
Traveller, do not pity me;
Though I be among the dead,
Let no mournful word be said.
Let everyone gather
With no heartaches or tears.
Let the bright memories flow
From all the past years.
Famous Poem
When I am dead, my dearest,
Sing no sad songs for me;
Plant thou no roses at my head,
Nor shady cypress tree:
Christina Rossetti was my main inspiration for taking up poetry in 1972. This poem was a standout to me. I have 3 self-published books of poetry that I put together. The third one, Poetry in...