"alife" poems - Hello Poetry

in my nursing home room within these carpeted halls,who do you see? probably a sharp tongued old woman with polident kept dentures, a white mane of unruly hair,thick ankles in short socks vein lined legs, a portly shaped body draped in a cotton patterned nightgown covering a depends.pictures on the wall of old memories,with alife slowly heading to a closing chapter. but I see a young girl of twenty three holding the arm of a world war two soldier,standing with me before the altar exchanging vows.the hospital picture with my nursing first born son of six sons.a house on holidays filled with bubbling laughter, and welcome toasts with a bountiful food table. a granddaughter who finished at the top of her class ready to defend those falsely accused pro bono. a picture of myself before marriage dancing a first ballet.i see your youth, you see my worn down old age. I hear you speak of far away vacations,that my body and limited funds cannot take. you see a world ripe with opportunies, I see bedbaths, a bag of waste to change,family members rarely seen . you see the hands on the wall clock not spinning fast enough for check out and the party awaiting. now in these final moments I see what you can't see,angels coming in bursts of bright light and golden wings, to bear me away from this painful suffering life.

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Oct 20, 2013

Oct 20, 2013 at 12:19 AM UTC

victor-tripp

WHO DO YOU SEE BY VICTOR TRIPP

in my nursing home room within these carpeted halls,who do you see? probably a sharp tongued old woman with polident kept dentures, a white mane of unruly hair,thick ankles in short socks vein lined legs, a portly shaped body draped in a cotton patterned nightgown covering a depends.pictures on the wall of old memories,with alife slowly heading to a closing chapter. but I see a young girl of twenty three holding the arm of a world war two soldier,standing with me before the altar exchanging vows.the hospital picture with my nursing first born son of six sons.a house on holidays filled with bubbling laughter, and welcome toasts with a bountiful food table. a granddaughter who finished at the top of her class ready to defend those falsely accused pro bono. a picture of myself before marriage dancing a first ballet.i see your youth, you see my worn down old age. I hear you speak of far away vacations,that my body and limited funds cannot take. you see a world ripe with opportunies, I see bedbaths, a bag of waste to change,family members rarely seen . you see the hands on the wall clock not spinning fast enough for check out and the party awaiting. now in these final moments I see what you can't see,angels coming in bursts of bright light and golden wings, to bear me away from this painful suffering life.

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Shall I see you again? I WANT TO WOULD LOVE TO FEEL ALIFE AGAIN. Want to hold your organs again, intact, in the most beautiful vessel they chose to harbor them.

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Aug 24, 2012

Aug 24, 2012 at 2:35 AM UTC

nicolegrubbs

Ramble On IV

Shall I see you again? I WANT TO WOULD LOVE TO FEEL ALIFE AGAIN. Want to hold your organs again, intact, in the most beautiful vessel they chose to harbor them.

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Only the giggles are exuberant And the smiles spread wide. She'll stand tall, Somewhat indifferent, Always there. Too kind, Always listening to us Always there for us As a friend, As a shoulder to lean on, Offering comfort all day In boredom and in panic. She'll always be around. Until she won't. And I swear, When she's gone, Gone too far, Someone we never noticed before Will suddenly come alife As if a cannon strick us And took away arms, legs, And paralyzing us. We'll finally realize, But it'll be too late.

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Apr 17, 2015

Apr 17, 2015 at 10:24 PM UTC

who-wouldve-thought

When she'll be gone

Only the giggles are exuberant And the smiles spread wide. She'll stand tall, Somewhat indifferent, Always there. Too kind, Always listening to us Always there for us As a friend, As a shoulder to lean on, Offering comfort all day In boredom and in panic. She'll always be around. Until she won't. And I swear, When she's gone, Gone too far, Someone we never noticed before Will suddenly come alife As if a cannon strick us And took away arms, legs, And paralyzing us. We'll finally realize, But it'll be too late.

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Here comes the strom You have been hiding from For years... Your soul is jittery And your heart Vapour The expectation Of your ego Like a landslide Yet life Is waiting for you After the storm Yet hope That the rain Will purge the droughts That fire That will eat The ailing trees And you Making it out Alife What will happen If you Survive?

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Nov 24, 2018

Nov 24, 2018 at 7:40 PM UTC

jawad

THE STORM

Here comes the strom You have been hiding from For years... Your soul is jittery And your heart Vapour The expectation Of your ego Like a landslide Yet life Is waiting for you After the storm Yet hope That the rain Will purge the droughts That fire That will eat The ailing trees And you Making it out Alife What will happen If you Survive?

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