Memoriam Poems - Poems about Memoriam

Beside where the railroad tracks bend, just as night gave way to dawn, where short pines and sage bough'd low, wind singing in morning dew' song Your words drift off in echo'd calamity warmth lost in a familiar...Read the rest...

Her voice resonates Strongly in my delighted ear; My soul smiles - As if she'd not died years ago And been shut away in a wall ......Read the rest...

It lingers where the echoes fade, A whisper soft, a fleeting trace. Between the dusk and night's embrace, A shadow lost, yet unafraid. Its fingers brush the candle’s glow, A chill that stirs the sleeping...Read the rest...

SITTING IN A QUIET LAKEFRONT PARK LOOKING AT PICTURES OF MY MOTHER IN THE DARK THE ILLUMINATION OF VIVID MEMORIES CREATE A SPARK A TRUE HISTORICAL MILESTONE EXCURSION LANDMARK SHEDDING A RARE TEAR, BUT CALMLY SANE LOOKING AT PICTURES...Read the rest...

In loving memory of our Mark, Better known to most as Skip, Reunited with Clegg up in paradise now, Best friends back joined at the hip. From thrashing about on his motorbikes, Revving the **** out them in crickmere park, To...Read the rest...

Dust shrouds the peeling varnish on the old church pew as Noah (first of his namesake, last of his namesake) thumbs an overripe orange in his patchwork coat pocket. The preacher, made an obelisk by distance and...Read the rest...

Those were my teacher's comments, as she handed me back my poem. And as I was dejectedly walking home, I ripped my masterpiece to pieces and flung my failing words ~ at the birds....Read the rest...

I truly believe that in paradise everything's perfect, everything is nice. Hell, there, even souls from Russia and the Ukraine can celebrate newfound friendship over a glass of pink, iced champagne, and laugh about their ultimate sacrifice....Read the rest...

To really understand the concept of this work one needs to go back to that day, It was that afternoon in Dallas the year 1963 when in the blink of an eye a...Read the rest...

I use to hear premonition from others Until I experience once in this life One day I understand when there will be No more shadow of your father on your head I remember this scary words when I...Read the rest...

THE ECHOING DREAM King’s voice echoing: Despite Sisyphean trials, We’re overcoming– We’re as the waxing moon; Moving onto fulfillment:- ...Read the rest...

THE DRUM MAJOR: MLK Reaping his harvest, Nourished spirits marching on– King's voice echoing:- With the Drum Major, Up the mountaintop we go; Our eyes on the prize:- King lies within us, Shepherding us on the way; Mountaintop climbing:- King’s nature blooming… Guided spirits blossoming… We...overcoming… ...Read the rest...

Crossing over into the realm of non-description reference and paradigm sleep alone Borders falling inward upon themselves leaving only what the mind forgoes —and the soul forbids (The New Room: 1-15-2025) ...Read the rest...

SOARS MY SPIRIT DOES Misguided colorful pageantry Near sighted, holy Jubilee Cross reference, glories grace Heaven Father’s forgiveness ---never dissipates Sparingly I fly Soaring through my Father’s skies Soaring I above all in awe Speechless though I scream Humanity sees what about us Soars our spirit...Read the rest...

In Shallow Hours, graves are dug By words morose, Their hollow powers seem mundane, But are much worse. Being Lonely in a crowded room, With empty words Muttered by survivors; Whose frosty breath in time, With...Read the rest...