#ashes poems on Hello Poetry

B L Costello Nov 2019

REMEMBER

On bended knees,
She acknowledged the loss,
Blessing herself with the sign of the cross,
So many candles,
And still it was dim,
No ritual could replace him,
Alone she prayed,
Comforting words,
She wondered who will pray for her,
No flame could brighten,
No words to say… could ever bring back what is taken away,
The loss alone, is hers to bare,
No children left,
No stories to share,
She thought of the rest,
She wondered, who heard?
So she lit more candle, and said more words

Inspired by BLT''s "Cognizant". We are an A-musing group here!

#ashes #to

f Nov 2019

therapy

first adult therapy session went... well.
she gave me her personal phone number which i haven’t texted yet. my number one goal is getting my momma’s ashes mailed to me. she’s going to send me the link and instructions. i just gotta text her first. i also want to grieve her properly and find some closure. then the social phobia is another goal, the therapist said she could help me find things to control the panic attacks myself. then to go to the gym by myself is the last goal.
momma, you and i will be reunited soon. i love you, and feel you with me. i hope you’re proud of me. haven’t self harmed in like 2-4 months idk, but that’s good.

11 - 24 19

#therapy #momma #ashes #self #harm #goals

Malia Nov 2019

This World of Ashes

This generation
Is obsessed
Begging for an ovation
This nation
Is in preparation
For the worst
But it’s already started
Things have gone south
Into the uncharted
Hard-hearted
That’s what I am
You are
We are
All the phony stars
The famous people
Standing a top their great steeple
They’re not better than us
None of us are
We try
But this world is so bad
It’s enough to make a grown man cry
Grown men cry
Single moms sigh
Because this world is going south
No one trusts
Each other anymore
We ruined this world
Anger swirls
At this world of ashes
From the fire of hate
I hate
This hate
Contradiction.

#world #ashes #fire #hate #ovation #ruined #contradiction

Adrian Williams Nov 2019

Winterfall

Pumpkin spice
A sip of water, cold as ice

dying flowers, children’s yells
falling of the leaves-a simple
autumn magic spell

Apple fallen in the grass
kisses from a distant love,
winter fire is about to pass

Warming embers of the fallen leave,
Ringing of an autumn bell
eager is the eye to see...

Echo of a string,
give you ears? An angel
is about to sing...

#autumn #winter #colours #embers #ashes #november

William de klerk Nov 2019

Ashes

The last of my self-poisoning Burns away,
and as the cigarette shortens
so does the noose from which I swing

leaving a locked door for an open window
on the second storey floor
Im in a free-fall while smiling
because I don't care anymore.

So if I hit the ground half as hard
as the harmful thoughts in my head
I know I'd be better off dead

but instead

here I stand over a buried body
reading a eulogy for the memory
of the part of me I let die
before a newborn Phoenix learns to fly

From the ashes of a cigarette rises the part of me that has been freed from what I felt

#freedom #phoenix #new #pain #escape #ashes #cigarette

Andrea Oct 2019

Down

Sometimes
You have to kind of die
Inside
In order to rise from your ashes

These verses are the chorus of one of the songs I wrote for my band.
Those words are engraved in my mind, they mean a lot for me.
There is no change without suffering. But changes are part of our life, everything is change. Since we don't accept it, we'll never know what amazing things could happen.

#change #die #ashes #down #reborn

lua Oct 2019

ash

there is no beauty in her words
only a hatred so strong
it turns every breath of hers to ash.

#ash #hate #hatred #ugly #beauty #words #her #breath #hurt #ashes

Jeff Lewis Sep 2019

My Father's Coffee

Father, I hope this can will do; it’s Folgers.
You loved your coffee black, mud strong.
I remember how to make it,
Water in the ***.
Float the grounds.
Boil ’til they sink.
Campfire style, you called it.
That last cup, pour careful,
so as not to get the grit. I remember
how it went.

But Father, once I do this
once we commit your ashes to the sea;
once I pour this can of dust into the river,
what then?

What should I do
with this old empty coffee can?

My father, ever pragmatic, wanted a three pound Folgers Coffee can as an urn.

#death #funeral #missing #coffee #ashes #next

Arthur Blank Sep 2019

Winter Ashes.

Silver moon how you look tonight so blue,
Waning wistfully over winters ashes,
Reflecting that wan shade that is your hue.

Whispers of wind shake the barren branches,
A sordid symphony that sings so clear,
Your soft gentle voice, while above passes,

The restless clouds that shape to me the years;
Memories drifting by my moonlit room.
I loved once watching the falling snow here,

All is grey and I’ll be leaving here soon,
To forget your words, the world and this place,
Turn around down a new path and never look back.

Will it be vain? Even if I do pace,
The moon will cast always to me your face.

A sonnet.

#winter #moon #silver #blue #ashes #sonnet #wind