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In time Should I be forgotten that's ok with me but what does matter to me Is my wife  Is remembered through my poetry
Mother to us all In everything that she did watching over us all like all good mother do brave throughout her life time
Sadly cut short of time for me now the missing year's for now I have to live the remaining years  
alone
My sweetheart who stayed brave to the very end despite the pain and all the suffering
a lady of true
grit
So let my sweetheart rest In peace she deserves her long awaited sleep may heaven keep her safe and the
Angels watch over
her
Hope Heaven takes care of her she gave so much to life with very little In return
Bede Sep 27
Cleaned up my poems
And my act.
May I take this as
Another gnomic lesson
Lie
Baby, you can keep on lie.
But only me know how to make you fine.
Song so it itchy
It crawls all over me
Like his fingers
Crawl that piano

I'm haunted by a man
I've never heard of
"His eyes" **** them
Every single time and rhyme

After maybe a million listens
I can sing most the words now
I look him up waiting for
A smile that better be like no other
Fred
Astaire
Creator Sun Sep 19
Hold on to that thought
To that object, to that lot.

Keep trying, keep living
Keep doing what you love.
Something, anything
That keeps your mind above.

That doesn't make you sad,
That doesn't make you cry.

That doesn't start the cutting,
The dying and the lies.
Something, anything,
That makes you keep breathing.

Clutch that last straw with all your heart,
Your mind, you soul, oh all so broken apart.

Your bones are shattered
And your will is fractured.
Your mind is mutilated
And your heart has ruptured.

Black and white.
The colours of the sky.

They make me want to fly,
Soar so high
Above, so that I will never have to
Come down again.

For though my body is broken, my mind is free;
And that's the object that I sought to keep.
Random word generator gave me 'keep' outta many different words and I just guess that I did freeform and a bit of rhyming. The poem is a bit depressing yet uplifting at the same time and I don't know if anyone else enjoys bittersweet poems.
Anna Sep 15
This is not what we thought it was
This is not a poem about love
I promised you I would write our love to the stars__
But what could I write if that was not what we thought?

I gave you half of my fried chips
Shared other foods
As my bed and my heart
But all you did was take it and leave
When you felt satisfied.

I don't see the fairness in this
Miss the smell you had in the mornings
Soft maritime lull mixed with pumpkin pie
My favorite childhood memory
I could hear birds singing in my ear
When you whispered at it.

In the end all I had
Was my body thrown into the sea
Tempestuous and deep sea
I could see the lightnings through it
As my body was taken by the waves.

I'm a little drunk, trembling like the touch of your fingers
Before throwing me overboard
Without shouting that there I was
On the verge of drowning.

I asked you before all that
Turn me into the memory you would never ever forget
Lock me in your depths and keep me there
As I will do until I die
Drowned by the love you said it was.
Poetoftheway Aug 26
<>for Sally<>

the heavens that guard your garden voyages,
the moonlight that illuminates the foliage,
your global family, and your recipes, are all in on it

rotating guardianship of souls that need overseeing,
for we don’t need, we desire,
that the world be fulsome

your
presence
is
our present
to ourselves,
fulsome and rich,
making our gardens more verdant

then again,
perhaps you are correct,
we do not need all our eyes upon you
but selfishness sometimes, is a fine thing...
every message you send is a poem-to-be-written
Isn't easy to stay yourself in milliards of voices.
But you try, don't stop.
Try, try, try, keep going.
Stay yourself.
SelinaSharday Aug 14
I almost fell in love but I took it buried it with my pen.
Tried to promise to not let it surface again.
My brain forced my logic to creep in.
I just dived back into paper with pen.
I wanted to watch your beauty its like a rainbow.
I reminded myself one day it would turn to winter cold ice and snow.
You walked by me close enough for me to feel the
warm beauty in your shadow.
I told myself it wasn't what could comfort my tomorrow.
You became my beautiful songful muse.
I realized that began to leave me feeling a bit confused.
Bubbles forced themselves out from my harmony they sparkled
they did rise.
To you it was no surprise.
Those bubbles left colorful tears in my eyes.
I begged mercy to keep away any kind of calamity.
Fight away the passions that dazzle to drown me.
Trying to break free..
stringed like kisses planted all over me.
Trying to break free as you  decided to hide from me.
Rise from the tracks you left all over my body and its
memory.
Maybe it was all a jar of unnecessary lies.
Now seeing empty messages unsent replies.
Dreaming about weird unsorted things.
Recalling fingers with no rings.
Giving freely inconsiderately of me.
Almost I almost walked away from me..
Things deserved that are best for me.
I remembered I could cope.
Wait on what's good for me, I remembered there's always Hope.

By SelinaSharday S.A.M All Rights Reserved 2019
.Something said as creatively as could be..who are they.. us we that privately be..trying to stay out of unnecessary things
Amanda Jul 29
You can take selfish reasons
Inflated ego and and your pride
Keep trying in vain to convince yourself
What you did was justified

You can have your version of right and wrong
Can keep your judgmental attitude
You think you are better off alone
I hope you enjoy your solitude

I do not need your conceited point of view
Your condescending advice
All you do is make me cry
Don't want to repeat the same story twice

I wish I understood what happened
You once loved me but that was before
You were my entire universe
Now you aren't worth my time anymore
I like it. Written so long ago I hardly remember writing it tbh.

2-7-13
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