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Kayla Chappell Jul 2019
I'll leave my hat
My shoes
And My scarf
That you adored

I'll leave my house
My rings
And my jewelry.
That I always wore.

I'll leave my paintings
That you said were dumb.
I'll leave all my little charms
That I said were good luck.

You can have it all

But I'm taking my heart,
Out the door

Cause that
Is mine
And mine
To take

You can't have my love
Not anymore

So Farewell
Farwell to you

And to me
The one you once knew.
Riz Mack Jul 2019
People write such lyrics for me
Of my light, my face, my tranquil sea
I wonder, do they really see?

Fifty fifty this life I lead
The light I share is lent to me

My dark side hides but not from me
Left to the light
My lunar sea
It's 50 if you include the title
Nina Jul 2019
My heart is broken,
Yet all the shattered pieces,
Love you endlessly.
Chris Jun 2019
Pins and needles
Of which I walk
The pain is comfort
For a lonely soul
Enjoy
Chris Jun 2019
The bird in the sky
The caterpillar in the tree
If only I could fly
Then I'd finally be free
But still encapsulated
in another dream.
Enjoy.
ran into a whispering angel at the cemetery today,
customary to have a small ceremony
when the monument finished,
the grave now well and truly marked,
an unveiling held, the kaddish said,
a small stone
placed upon the monument,
a five thousand year old tradition,

started by Jacob

we line up to place our rock of ages goodbye token,
an opportunity to angel whisper one last goodbye,
but good bye is not on my mind,
no, my own approaching deceasing dead,
for the pains come regular now
in the places that means trouble ahead,
and no one knows but me

so to my friend Al,
who once asked me
where do the poems, the words, come from,
I whisper in your six feet underground ears,
though I swear I hear ya laughing both
right behind me both
at your jokes, and at me,

“see ya soon, buddy, see ya soon”
https://hellopoetry.com/poem/376358/with-each-passing-poem/

https://www.shiva.com/learning-center/death-and-mourning/unveiling/
Colm Jun 2019
Potsu says what cannot be seen
But what can easily be felt by those around
Resting just in pace
Within the same coffee shop as me
On Days Like This

Fervent Series (9/10) - 06/23/19
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