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Alex Jul 2017
As sudden as an ocean wave, the valve in his heart gave up.
Standing at the cemetery gates I finally understood.
He is gone. He is missed.
But he is not coming back.

In the blink of an eye, he was under the truck.
Standing at the cemetery gates I finally found peace.
Peace with the truck driver and peace with myself.
Most importantly peace with God.

As the bullet hit the gun dropped from his head to the floor.
Standing at the cemetery gates I was angry.
Angry as his parents, angry at the school.
Angry with myself. But mostly angry at him.

Her car veered off the road, down the ledge and into the water but it wasn't an accident.
Standing at the cemetery gates I was lost.
I couldn't understand why this happened.
I couldn't fathom why she did this to herself.

Thanksgiving morning, metal on metal, laughter dies.
Standing at the cemetery gates I was broken.
My soul so tired, holding those around me.
One life was gone and another hung in the balance.

His father saw him drop the gun as his body fell, wanted to run and save his son.
Standing at the cemetery gates I was numb.
Numb with shock and fear and cold
During that frigid and depressing December.

You can't beat the train. He knew but didn't listen.
Standing at the cemetery gates I was empty.
So many pieces of my heart were taken during the year
I wasn't sure there was anything left.

Standing at the cemetery gates I look around at all the friends I have buried. I thought high school was supposed to be the simple time in life, but if that's the case, why did they all have to go?
RIP Mitch, RIP Ryan, RIP Christian, RIP Jenna, RIP Kyle, RIP Jack, RIP Dallas, RIP Kennedi
Josh Jul 2017
And so friend farewell to you
You will be missed, dear friend adieu
In the earth your body shall lie
We commend your soul to the gods on high
And weep for the loss of a promising life
Oh how the earth and heaven shall cry
Oh friend, oh friend I do lament
All our time unwisely spent
All our woes and all our folly
Though some of our time was surely jolly
You whom I loved
Beloved friend, my hearts kin
You are gone now and free from sin
And so with angels rest your soul
Never to fear growing old
Oh I weep I weep
I cry and cry
Men must be strong, that is a lie
How can I friend, I beg you tell
When you, my support, toppling, fell
And I have fallen lowly now
Mourning one who is gone down
Unto the earth
Oh she is blessed, to have you, in her *****, rest
Whether friend, foe, brother or lover
All at times, and none at others
Surely none could ever so well
Be as you were, your perfect self
Another one from my book "ivory and gold" available on Amazon.
Words by T Jul 2017
I remember brown eyes
And I remember white fur
I remember the times
That I used to hold her  
Lovingly in my arms
Or petting her till she rolled over on the floor  
Hoping for more pets on her belly
So I rub her stomach and play with her arms
Expecting her to play along
She almost always did
Until she got sick
There was no more playfulness    
At times she would only lick as a sign of affection                                    
Oh, how I miss her happiness
That's why on that day you left
I understood that it was for the best
Even though it made me a mess
I had nothing less                              
Than unconditional love
For my darling, Jessie
Baby, I'll be there right with you, just wait
I'll meet you at Heaven's gate
And once again, we can play
Like we used to until that tragic day
trashcanpoetry Jun 2017
that was a hard goodbye...
you grabbed my hand so tight
exactly like the first time
i cried about your cancer

cancer is a bad word
revolving around a cynical industry
& plagued with fear and loss
.. i hate that word

you made that word beautiful somehow
you made that word whimper
with the light from your
nicotine stained smile
you made cancer your *****

you told me not be dismal because
"I"ll be here tomorrow"
you told me not to cry because
"We have things to get done"

i still have things to get done
and so do you
i loathe that you aren't here to do them
for my momma, a beautiful soul.
Mio Seanachaidh Jun 2017
The story of Marilyn Monroe is like a fairytale of sorts
She was a simple and shy sweetheart who one day let her beauty for the world to show
Everyone knew her name, her glamour and fame, the glitter and lights in her name
But no one knew the real Marilyn, her private inner life
Plagued with tragedy, demons, and strife
A mentally broken mother, distant and sometimes unfaithful lovers, and personal demons that plagued her in the dark
Marilyn Monroe herself was just a mask; an alterego to shelter and protect the sensitive and quiet little Norma Jean
From a shy sweet girl to a vivacious and sultry *** goddess
Marilyn Monroe is a lot like you and me
She was a starlet beauty who was realistic and relatable
Tragically, she died and left the world; her name and life still a mystery to this day
Here's a story of a little girl who dreamed to conquer the world

Norma Jean aka Marilyn Monroe
A tribute to Norma Jean aka Marilyn Monroe
Thinking of You Jun 2017
frozen coke
family matters
sack swing
hugs

at 822 Pine Avenue

late nights
pillow forts
peach cobbler dessert

at 822 Pine Avenue

headstands and trampolines
laughs
a front porch swing

at 822 Pine Avenue

wives tales & mud pies

at 822 Pine Avenue

pecan tree
bench beneath
singing in her sleep

at 822 Pine Avenue

bird fountain and basketball net
a ball needing air
popsicle stains on shirts

at 822 Pine Avenue

mining for rocks down the alley
papa's roof was *****

at 822 Pine Avenue

birthday parties
coconut pies
drawing pictures in the front room

at 822 Pine Avenue

Geraldine stories
flash light animals
sleepovers with the twin beds pushed together

at 822 Pine Avenue

talking in her sleep
frying me bacon to eat
Sunday afternoon lunches

At 822 Pine Avenue

1 husband
3 kids
7 grandchildren
13 great grandchildren

at 822 Pine Avenue
Some of my vivid memories from my childhood at my Mamaw's house.
Benji James Jun 2017
A life has been taken
A light has faded
Touched so many people
Around the world
How could someone
have done this
to such a sweet girl
She brought a warmth
To your soul
A smile from quirky ways
How could someone just go
And take her life away

Ooh Angel rest at ease
Oh Angel just sleep and dream
We will always remember you
And everything it was you did
You accomplished so much
Yes you did, so much joy
So much light
that's what made you shine
Encrypt her in the stars
Yeah remembered forever
Oh Angel just rest at ease
Yeah girl please rest in peace
Just sleep and dream

Something just hit my heart
Something so pure
Gone too soon
God must have something
Big planned for you
Infected so many people
With your quirky ways
Always know how to bring a smile
To another's face
Yeah you held your arms open
to the whole world

Ooh Angel rest at ease
Oh Angel just sleep and dream
We will always remember you
And everything it was you did
You accomplished so much
Yes you did, so much joy
So much light
that's what made you shine
Encrypt her in the stars
Yeah remembered forever
Oh Angel just rest at ease
Yeah girl please rest in peace
Just sleep and dream

How could someone so good
Have such a tragic end
Doesn't that make you want to stop
And rethink absolutely everything
Taken so young,
Had so much left to give
She already gave so much
Hope we can find a way
To shine just as bright
Change the world
With your positive ways
Yeah light up the skies
With all your light
Spread love around the world tonight

Ooh Angel rest at ease
Oh Angel just sleep and dream
We will always remember you
And everything it was you did
You accomplished so much
Yes you did, so much joy
So much light
that's what made you shine
Encrypt her in the stars
Yeah remembered forever
Oh Angel just rest at ease
Yeah girl please rest in peace
Just sleep and dream

©2017 Written By Benji James
A tribute I wrote for Christina Grimmie.

If you would like to check out her stuff here is a link:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=07Qaq0xsgjc
Robert J Howard Jun 2017
Call yourself a liar
Left arm on fire
Each take a turn
Watch them go burn.

Throw down the dice
Cut a big slice
The chest tightens up
Fill the deepest cup.

Break off a piece
Shell cracks to decease
All lost and trust
Red dead and rust.
Amy Perry Jun 2017
Forever sleep, never keep
Die and let be dead.
Rest, my friend, in Earth deep,
You've finally come to know peace.

You are no demon, angel, or beast
You are, but instead,
A beautiful thing, to say the least,
Finally come to know peace.
abp 2006
My first poem I wrote when I was about 13 years old. Coming to terms with death and embracing atheism. Learning to look at it from a positive lens.
Eliot York May 2017
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