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I feel the warmth of the winter sun on my face.
The muted sunset is glorious, in that it induces hope of a new tomorrow.
I pull my grey scarf around me tight, feel the fabric fall down my back.
The weight is like an arm that only rested there in my dreams.
Grey sand pushes up to nestle between my toes, and my feet wiggle into the loving embrace of the earth.
The wind whips the waves that come crashing down onto the rocks not too far away.
The beach is deserted with only its self for love.
Memories of young lovers laughing their sweet music and filling the air with candyfloss kisses.
But I remained.
My dust buried heart was cast in darkness when the young lover left with some other summer.
and in winter I'll remain.
Happy and incomplete.
A Sympathy poem
   [For the Believer in Christ]

THE LORD GIVES STRENGTH FOR THE PRESENT,
HOPE FOR THE FUTURE AND PEACE FOR THE PAST,
SO LIVE EACH MOMENT AS IT ARRIVES,
ALL YOUR BURDENS, UPON HIM CAST.

GOD UNDERSTANDS ALL YOUR BURDENS,
AS A HIGH PRIEST HE SYMPATHIZES
WITH US, IN OUR TRIALS  OF OF LIFE,
HIMSELF HAVING  SUFFERED,                                                                    ­   
LIFE WITH CHRIST IS AN ENDLESS HOPE,
“FOR TO LIVE IS CHRIST, TO DIE IS GAIN”
GOD IS NOT THE GOD OF THE DEAD,
BUT RATHER THE GOD OF THE LIVING,
IN THIS TAKE COMFORT, YOU WILL SEE HIM AGAIN !
                                  BY JERRY HOWARTH
This poem may be printed in a sympathy card substituting the gender as needed.

I do not copy-rite any of my of poetry, but if you  use this poem, I would appreciate
being given credit for it.
being given the credit
inthewater Sep 10
is what you left me
not important enough to be named
no reason, no plot
no closure
Alfa Aug 21
you're moving away and i didn't get to say i still wonder what you wanted to tell me when your eyes begged me to stay after a long night where i felt i was home

tell me before you leave how much you love me and i'll-
Cameron Alix Jul 31
hazy pounding in my brain
waves, shoving the storm closer to my skin
my eyes on the muted desk
my eyes brimming with the rain
Meghan Jul 26
I may be a mess but that’s ok
I’m just a rough draft
My stanzas may be uneven
My rhyme scheme nonexistent
But I carry the seeds of a masterpiece

These scattered scribblings will someday mature into defined and refined lines
My tiny wriggling tadpoles of thought will grow legs and a voice
They will explore territory they never dreamed existed

This writer’s block will topple off the edge of my desk and fall to the floor with a clatter

My words will burst through the dam,
First in awkward little leaks
But then in strong, steady streams
That leap forward into unfamiliar territory
With a laugh and a gleeful scream

These nattering notes will resolve themselves into chords and phrases
A motif will leap out of the disordered madness
Stumbling steps will lead to confident strides
And the audience will be satisfied

But for now I remain unfinished
Unfinished Duet*
Bridge:

I am Home
** ome Sick
Without A
Bit

Of the things
That I Need
To Feel Your
Love

I am Love
Lo ove Sick
Without a
Lick

Of the things
That I Need
To Feel At
Home

We Are
Si ick
But We
Are Stong

And We
Can Wait
A little
longer

Wait A
Little
Longer

Wait A
Little
Longer
Just
Need
My
Partner
Now
Eva Jun 13
You told me about your nightmares
So I made it my mission to be your dream.
Mya May 27
Like an unfinished puzzle
You will continue to find the missing pieces all over the place

And even if there is just one piece of the puzzle missing it may show up one day

Or you will have to go out and find it yourself
Yeah I just thought of this while doing a puzzle and listening to music.
vern Apr 30
in my pocket you will find
a receipt, some gum
scraps of paper, some change
a wrapper or two
there is a dollar as well,
and finally a book
of unfinished poems.
open the book you will find
words that were written
but soon to be forgotten
by the author who misplaces her mind
she wants to accomplish
even a drabble or two but
sadly she will never finish
for she'll forget that too
along with her ambition
perhaps works are meant to be unfinished
I always try to write. Unfortunately, I'm not very good at finishing what I start. I'm trying to get better and finishing my works. This poem is basically about that. This is for the forgetful people who want to accomplish a lot but either forget to complete their works or lose the will to do so. This is basically my first poem on this website, I hope you like it.
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