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jennifer ann Dec 2014
you were so beautiful, and miserable.
powerful, and vulnerable. remarkable, incredible.
you will be remembered for ages as the
gorgeous blonde with stars in her eyes,
a voice so soft and sweet when she verbalized,
the woman who seemed to ooze with confidence
and beauty, with everything she would do or say,
the woman that everyone wanted to be in the 60s, and  still
do to this very day.

you wrote beautiful poetry,
you were so much more than what the eye could see
or the dumb blondes you played in movies, or on tv,
or the minds of small minded people.
you're a timeless beauty,
you're an inspiration to me.


without a doubt,
you were beautiful,and remarkable
inside and out.
a poem i wrote for marilyn monroe
Mara W Kayh Dec 2014
Really only knew you from your posts
On Facebook
That made me smile or
Made me cringe at times
Or made me curious.
A family man
But seemingly alone
Two teenage daughters
Apparently who you'd see rarely.
I didn't pry too much.
Just saw your presence through the stream
Of news feeds. Every other day..
Only A picture or two of you
Otherwise generic public images
With short proverbs
Or offensive religious posts..
I know your father.
But again, I didn't pry
it seems there was little contact between you.
Today, as the dawn broke,
I saw you'd left.
Just an image of you, shades on,
With RIP, JS (same initials as my long gone timeless love)
Too young to leave.
Didn't know you were ill?
No, reading the comments I discover
it was not a sickness,
Just another day, outside
While chopping down a tree.
That came down on you with massive force.
The blow was delivered by nature at least..
And in that there may be some comfort
I hope
For the loved ones you leave behind.
And perhaps an opening for love to return
To you and your dad.
Who I know to be a most sensitive soul.
And Who I'm sure is quietly shedding a river of tears
For a son who left the world so suddenly,
Just 10 hours ago.
On a winter day while chopping down a tree.
Found out this morning about the sudden passing of a FB only friend..
Strange how you can grieve personally for someone who you had an online connection with.. Just a few "likes" on his posts and he on mine.
Ambvision Dec 2014
I miss you and I'm not going to tell you because I end up screaming it at the top of my lungs. Every night, my arms reach across the empty space in our bed, hoping to feel your embrace one last time. Every time I wake up, I pray that I'll discover it was all a nightmare. Every time my phone rings, I pray it's the doctors telling me it was all a misunderstanding. Instead, I'm standing over your grave, reading you this note. I've always been told, life's not about the breathes you take, but the moments that take your breathe away. But what happens when the moments that took my breathe away were always shared with you.
I was told to finish the sentence, "I miss you and I'm not going to tell you because..."
Arcassin B Dec 2014
By Arcassin Burnham



So much you could have done,
With life in an apocalypse,
It was about how you could do,
To worth more than being alive,
than being the notion of moving your lips,
You were someone's sister and daughter,
The fate you saw should have never taken advantage,
After the death of your father,
You and Maggie could barely manage,
These endings did so much damage,
To you,
No you were never average,
Getting though that extra leverage,
Just see rick and the crew,
I wonder how death is in Spanish,
The beauty you possess hold a lot of memories,
And when sacrifices were made , you made a lot of remedies,
And the way that you use to sing,
Made us all feeling there is hope,
And your passing will bring us pain,
We will miss you,
Just hope you know.

R.I.p beth greene.
I am a big fan of The Walking Dead Series and when they killed off beth , I cried myself almost half to death because she was an adored character and too dam kind to die, so I felt the need to make this poem about her.  We will all miss you beth ❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤ R.I.P ✌
Ambvision Dec 2014
A little girl at the age of 6 looked up at you.
She asked..
"Grandma, can I have a cookie?"
You smiled and said
"I guess."
That girl turned 13, and she looked up at you.
She asked..
"Grandma, can you take me to the movies?"
You smiled and said
"I guess."
When she turned 16, she looked down at you from beside the hospital bed.
She asked..
"Grandma, can you please stay?"
You faintly smiled and whispered
"I guess."
Today, that little girl looks down at you once more.
A tear rolls down my cheek as I look at your grave.
They ask me..
"Sweety, will you be alright?"
My voice cracks as I whisper
"I guess."
This is about my grandma who passed away about a month ago. I love you.
ZL Dec 2014
when the poetry stops
so does my life clock

when poetry ends
thats where death begins

poetry is my purpose
I do believe...

when I'm gone,
poetic gifts of love I'll leave.
Dr Strange Dec 2014
I wonder...
Can you hear me
Can you really hear my whispers in heaven
Or is that just another lie they told me so I would stop crying
I miss you so much
Watching me or not, I just want you here
Just to see you one more time
Hug you until I die so I can stand by your side JUST ONE MORE TIME
Just one more time...
Is that too much to ask
You meant so much to me
In fact the world was so much clearer when you were still alive
Now it is just blur
A giant blob of pure nothing
And to stand at your grave isn't enough to clear my sight
My soul feels like it is burning to ashes as your body decomposes  
I'm so scared
Help me...
I need you
Please...wipe my tears away
Just one more time
Please
I would like to dedicate this poem to all those who has lost someone dearest to them.  

May they rest in peace
ellie Dec 2014
Nan,
I wrote this poem for you to keep
As you lie peacefully asleep
To share the stories you once told
Sat in your chair growing peacefully old

I will always remember those days
When I sat up to the table studying the maze
Of thousands of puzzle pieces in my gaze
However I was never fazed
Because you were always there to guide the way.

I will always remember your trips out and about
Although never adventurous I felt,
McDonald's and M&s; without doubt,
Were you favourite places to walkabout

I will always remember your creative flare,
Your knitting needles and you cross-stitch squares,
how you could sit and chat, yet knit with care
Always seemed so unfair  

But most of all, I wrote this poem to say thankyou
Not just from me but from all the family too
For the wisdom and knowledge you once shared
For showing you loved us and that you cared

I wrote this poem to say goodbye
As you watch us from up high
I remember all the fun times we had
As my friend and as my Nan
And I miss you more than words can say

I hope we can meet again someday
Rebecca Huitson Nov 2014
Time to go,
Time to fly,
Time to let go.

You had your chance,
Now it's mine.

You left,
My heart went down,
I count the years,
I just wanna cry.

I look,
I cry,
But No,
You are no where to be found.

The one women,
The one I love
My Life,
My Love
Mum!
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when I tuck her in, sheets tight under her chin,
pillows fluffed three times wide ways and long ways
(we just might have a type A child yet!)

I notice her eyes. wet, round dinner plates.

there's nothing I need to ask. she has nothing to say.
nothing that hasn't been said in the glances we
exchange over a teddy bear we clutch,
arms slowly ripping from the seams.

she grabs my hand and squeezes,
tighter than I did when she was born.

just five years ago, I screamed,
tossed back my head, sweaty hair
clinging to my scalp like soggy noodles.

the doctor held her up, Simba style.
I closed my eyes gently and slept through the trumpets.

now we're here, in this bed, in this fear
that neither of us can speak.

when her eyelids befriend her cheeks,
and the dinosaur music box hits its last run,
I creep to the door, edging one creak against another;
then I hear it,
barely a whisper, but loud and clear:

*why do the good guys have to die?
This is how I breathe when I can't scream.
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