#grandfather poems on Hello Poetry

Ashley Kinnick Jun 2015

I am panicking.

I am patching up and desperately traveling back to a distant recollection of a foggy memory. I am feverishly writing everything. Time is passing “us” by so quickly. I talk to the walls and pretend it’s you. I listen to old songs and think of things you used to. I stare at your things and will them to move.

There is such a stillness around me.

An awareness that most things we occupy our space with are lifeless. I often feel hollow. There is one thing that I drill into my head each morning that my feet hit the floor — you aren’t here anymore. I focus heavily on dates and times even though I realize time is leaving you behind.

#sadness #death #loss #grandfather

Allyson Walsh May 2015

Constant Water, My Grandfather

I wake to his whistling
On the couch in the den
His mug full of black coffee
Now empty, he'll get up to fill it again

My grandfather is constant
He has never walked out on me
He has taught me that nonsense
Lies within the person who flees

I have watched him slow with age
His bones have grown weak and frail
I know that he sheds tears offstage
When he looks back on the trials of his tale

My grandfather is water
He flows and ebbs, traveling from place to place
But he has had three otters
To keep him company... just in case

He is a constant imperfect man
Who loves motorcycles and sweets
He's too laid-back to have a plan
But shows up early when we meet

I lie awake and I know he does the same
Staring at the ceiling is one thing we share in common
Sleep has always been like a waiting game
He wishes he could close his eyes more often

My grandfather is constant water
He is changeless and tranquil
I am certain that his love has made me stronger
Even when it appears to be casual

For LG
(It's weird seeing him because I only see him once a year)

#grandfather

Andrew Furst May 2015

Taste

Must is a memory of the cellar.
My grandfather would sleep down there when they spent the night.
Me, not really keeping him company,
just being uncomfortably in the same space.

The plastered walls floated a talc-y powder that would linger
in my throat
And on my tongue.

Later when he was dying,
the discomfort still remained,
but subsided as he grew weak
in that big loud frame of his.

#death #grandfather #taste #cellar

Hidden Secrets Apr 2015

The Last Goodbye

I didnt want to say that last goodbye
I didnt want to let you go just yet
It felt as if I were being cheated
As if you were leaving me too soon
I swear to God I loved you from here to the moon

I didnt want to let you go just yet
God knows I wasnt ready to say goodbye
But the pain began to take away who you really were
You began to hallucenate
You weren't who you used to be
Your time came
And good-bye's were sadly said

As the days go by
There's not a second I dont think of your last moments
The memories come crashing down
Threatening to drown me out
We were gathered around praying,
Singing
And crying
I couldnt stand the fact that everyone was so willing to just say good bye
Cause I wasnt ready
I didnt want to say good bye
I wanted to see what we could do
Explore options
I wanted us to do something other than say good bye
But the time came
And thats what we had to do
Say good-bye

Its bee a few months since my grand father has passed away & there's not a day that I dont think of him. I miss him with all I have in me and I really wished he were still here, but the pain from the cancer was too much, it was too late- and now he's gone :(

#love #death #hurt #cancer #family #grandfather

Francie Lynch Mar 2015

Eons of Irish Tribes

Papa,
Had you held her,
She'd be the death
Of you.
We see it
In her lineage,
Which we
Ascribed to you.
Eons of Irish tribes
Coverge in her
Blood lines;
She is like
The ripening fruit
That cures and makes
Fine wine.

My grandaughter, Aine.
My father, Papa.

#wine #grandfather #irish #grandaughter

Arcassin B Mar 2015

"Proper Burial"

By Arcassin Burnham

Wouldn't cross my mind,
I saw you fall out of the sky,
Crash landed,
Deep in the earth and,
I though you died,
You had a properly set burial,
We can almost see just what you're like,
I nearly cried,
I,

Looking so peaceful,
And peacefully crafted,
I could've loved your bits and pieces,
Of cut chicken in ceaser salads,
But I just thought that you would see,
My worth,
And for what its worth,
Just to see you rise from the dirt,
Passion fades,
But loves a curse,
And everything you did,
Was so supurb,
Like flavor in herbs,

But I'm just really glad you saw the concept,
In the sky and the stars,
But others are deceased,
This ain't a contest,
Monkey bars.

Continuation

#death #evil #family #funeral #grandfather #parts #shadows #salad #poetic #suspense

Arcassin B Mar 2015

"Stars / Proper Burial / Hurry / To Close / Proper Burial 2 / ~i would change for you~ / Stars 2"

By Arcassin Burnham

"Stars"

I don't care,
I would change,
In the stars
Just for you,
Let's be sure,
Skies are blue,
Just enough to say your name,
Mary sue,
No issue,
Like hello,
How are you,
I see you,
I love you,
Everything we do,
Is cosmical.

"Proper Burial"

Wouldn't cross my mind,
I saw you fall out of the sky,
Crash landed,
Deep in the earth and,
I though you died,
You had a properly set burial,
We can almost see just what you're like,
I nearly cried,
I.

"Hurry"

I want you to hurry,
(I'll wait for you),
You don't want me to worry,
(I'll wait for you),
I can tell you my story,
(I'll wait for you),
Just looking for sympathy,
I see you now.

"To Close"

You're making me nervous,
Too close for comfort,
Do you ever wonder,
How much did you put in the effort,
Just To make it stronger,
Strong enough walls,
To get through the hunger,
Too close for comfort,
Unless your really comfortable,
Or you feel numb - er,
Guess your the only one out of us,
With make-up pasted sunburns,
But it was our go,
Its your turn.

"Proper Burial 2"

Looking so peaceful,
And peacefully crafted,
I could've loved your bits and pieces,
Of cut chicken in ceaser salads,
But I just thought that you would see,
My worth,
And for what its worth,
Just to see you rise from the dirt,
Passion fades,
But loves a curse,
And everything you did,
Was so supurb,
Like flavor in herbs,

But I'm just really glad you saw the concept,
In the sky and the stars,
But others are deceased,
This ain't a contest,
Monkey bars.

"~i would change for you~"

...and everything you do,
I would never lose,
Baby its just us two,
I would change for you.

"Stars 2"

I don't care,
I would change,
In the stars
Just for you,
Let's be sure,
Skies are blue,
Just enough to say your name,
Mary sue,
No issue,
Like hello,
How are you,
I see you,
I love you,
Everything we do,
Is cosmical,
Because I would change for you,
Mary sue.

I love this ❤❤❤

#love #depression #hate #loss #hello #change #you #grandfather #passive #cosmic

David Hall Mar 2015

Absentee

You weren't there to check for monsters
hiding underneath my bed.
So I hid under my covers
as I lay awake in dread.

There were monsters in the daytime too
one even stole your shoes.
Hiding deep inside myself
was all that I could do.

You weren't there to show me how to fight
when the bullies knocked me down.
So I lived a life of fear
insecure upon the ground.

You weren't there by my side,
but you were always in my heart
and I grew into a man
even though we were apart.

Father to a beautiful little girl
with monsters hiding in the night,
but I chase them all away
and tuck her covers tight.

I hope you’re there for her
the way you couldn't be for us
a growing little girl
needs her grandpa’s love.

#love #father #thoughts #you #grandfather

I am myself Mar 2015

How I am not coping with death

I've been lying on the couch for an hour.
The drink beside me
covered in beads of condensation.
I should've done something today.

I have been avoiding life.
sometimes i can't even get out of bed.
I'm losing a battle.
have i even eaten today?

eh... there's cold pizza in the fridge...
if i can make myself get up.
Not worth it.
Oh. is it nap time again?

I need to be myself.
Focus. Death shouldn't impact me this way.
I have been grieving too long.
But this hurts too much to handle.

#love #depression #pain #death #loss #suffering #grandfather #papa

Palaver Feb 2015

Growing grey

Getting old is growing lonely
Passing on the foreboding trophy
Digging the hole for pushing daisies
Singing tunes for avoiding crazy
Stalking memories by retelling stories
Cheating time as reliving glory
Cursing change while swigging brandy
Scaring children wanting candy
Knowing all and seeing phonies
Growing grey is making you stoney
Casting you far
Dropping you coldly

#time #grandfather