sad poems - Hello Poetry

Feb 2020

Pradip Chattopadhyay

Two in the night isn't the right time
to be watched over by two eyes in silence
occasionally broken by a hushed voice
pack up sir, madam must be waiting sleepless.

Three in the night and he was right beside me
while the weary moon slanted to west
and dead insects lay on the floor
burned out by the joy of light.

Four in the night he was escorting me home
half a mile up the hill
when the stars were shedding light
fading with the dying night.

He died sometime after I left the island.

On sleepless nights he's there to see me off.
He could never be dead in my head.

In memory of my colleague BUK who died young.
He stood by my side all along my stay in the Andaman Nicobar Islands.

Feb 2020

Sylvia Frances Chan

One Day Before

Too saddest to tell you
today on this First Day of Spring
my Daddy has his Birthday
anyway
he cannot sing
not today nor tomorrow
you'll ask me why?
decennia ago he suddenly died
not of any stroke nor heart-ache
just wanna remember
that Today just One Day after the Northward Equinox
he'd have his celebrations
never congratulations anymore now
not today nor tomorrow
this is not a poem
just a statement
a human document
of one of the most gifted fathers
aquarelles, poetry or feuilletons
even performances at William's Theatre
his weekly sequels of the loving
and living Charlie Chan
besides earning much money
as the top-manager
of STANVAC, Jakarta
that big oil-office
with the red Pegasus
my Daddy climbed its back
and never returned
remembering his Birthday
emotionally on his epitaph
how odd
The Start of Spring
One Day Before his BirthDAY
the annual Northward Equinox
has just passed his graveyard
keep smiling is not here today
but grieving will be okay
he'd be no more a part of all celebrations
even though where he now is
he remains my Dearest Daddy and all there is
I remain, still with the greatest admiration

and his part of heart
still beats in mine....

Anno Domini 21 March 2018

No Daddy, this is NOT A POEM
just a simple statement from your darling daughter
a greatest lost, this multitalented father

#love #art #play #feuilletons #performance #clown #sequel #paintings

Feb 2020

Sylvia Frances Chan

Mourning

Seven mornings ago
we've got a letter of mourning, you know
yesterday it was the ceremony
enthralling speeches and video's, you see
everyone of us knew he was still alive,
now all of a sudden he died
deep - deepest grieving was his wife
the audience and we were very sad too, all were terrified!

Never been ill, always present at all tournaments, tennis, golf, skiing
and much more. Now life has been unkindest to him, his wife is saddest to the brim............may you rest in peace, Marnix

#1st #march #194731 #october #2019

Feb 2020

Pradip Chattopadhyay

The Bird and Cathy

The slices as delicate as her hands
had aroma of her love

her eyes deep ocean
made me forget my space

I slept on her touch
and she loved to touch me.

The beckons to be free
I dealt with her *****
and tears were her answer
when I tore apart the bond.

I loved her
but needed my rightful home
among the stars.

Like the last year, I begin this with a children's poem, or nearly one.
(https://hellopoetry.com/poem/1844700/cathy-and-the-spider/)
Happy New Year friends, I'm blessed to have your company.