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Silent dusk, spirit fades away,
Echoes of laughter lost in grey.
Who will remember, when shadows fall,
When the night whispers, and memories call?

Will the dawn recall the stories told,
Of dreams that shimmered, of hearts so bold?
Will the stars above mourn the light they shone,
When s/he is forever gone?

In the rustling leaves, will there be left a song?
A melody forgotten in time’s long throng.
Will the roses bloom where footsteps led,
Or wilt in silence, their petals spread?

Will the winds carry whispers of names,
Or will they drift, untouched by fame?
In the tears that fall, will there be any trace,
Or in the laughter, a fleeting embrace?

Who will remember the love often shared,
The warmth of a heart that always cared?
In the end, as the curtain is drawn,
Who will remember, when you are gone?
feeling melancholy today.
I have re-thought this one  and it "feels" better being impersonalised. also thinking about the title… it is too long -- maybe I will retitle this Who Will Remember -- let me know your thoughts
I recall a
A year given
To
Travelling,
It was a
"Get over a breakup thing"

The first thing I learned,
Wherever you go,
There you are

One time at
Nigeria falls,
All I could think
"If only she was here to experience this with
Me"

But hey, I don't do sad
Well, not for long,
She just wasn't for me,
Just took a while
To see

One day
That
Sadness
Just leaves,
Like snowflakes
On the
Breeze
Gone are the twinkling lights on the trees
And christmas decor
Gone is 2024
The holiday magic
Went ant-climatic
The world remains the same..
It did nothing to stop the chanting of war,
Or the evil that 2025 has in store
Now that the numbing is gone
the reality of life is back,
Hitting us strong
It will only get worse from here,
So god bless us in this holy new year
And may the celebratory cheer
Not disappear,
But stitch humanity together,
To protect our beloved kin
from harm and fear
Let us have
Faith
In the ending of violence,
The wiping of of tears.
We all must hope and pray that the wars around the world are put to a stop
Dil mey merey bas-tey-** tum
Har pal tumhey dhund-tay fir kyon hum?
Palkon mey sapnon mey nazar-aate-**  tum
Deedar ke liye taras-tey hain fir kyon hum?
Ishq mey sauda manzoor tha kuch judaai ke gham
Har pal tere intezaar mey tadap-tay kyon hum?


English Translation..

In my heart you reside so true
Why then in every moment do I still seek you?
In my dreams in my sight you're always in view
Why then my eyes search for a glimpse you?
In love, a bargain of separation and pain we knew,
Why then, waiting for you, do I writhe in blue?
I saw Mammy yesterday,
Sitting, smiling and relaxed.
Idling wasn't her usual way.

Then your Dad walked into view,
Lighting up, talking loud.
He wasn't comfortable in a crowd.

Nana and Bub shine in glorious colours,
As do the constant sisters and brothers.

There's Marlene tucked-in on the couch,
With an infectious smile that leaves no doubt.

Jim's feeling his cups. He's crying out.
But can't explain what his pain's about.

Da's holding Eucheria in his arms,
Pretending to water our dead brown lawn.

Sweet Maura teases with a sharp handled comb,
Sneaks in the side door when returning home.

Sister Sheila in heels gives herself a lift,
For without them she's about four foot six.

And Kevin my older rebellious brother,
Tells biker stories that made us shudder.

Sean has all the talents and skills,
With looks and smiles that really ****.

Gerald too had similar traits,
But dwarfed us all when he'd read and write.

They laugh and cry,
Smile and tear;
It's as if
They're all still here.
I captured each
On video tape;
Healthy, alive,
This side of the Gate.

Yet someone's missing from these scenes,
Someone who's rarely seen.
A Son, Brother, Husband, Da,
Uncle, Nephew,
And Granda.
That someone's Me.
Quietly filming
With my camera.
All family members are gone until I load my Zip drive, and there they are.
And it's true. There might be five seconds of me on film as I scan the room, and see myself in a mirror.
Da: Irish word for Dad (just drop the final "D"
Granda: Irish for Grandad
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