"dreadfull" poems - Hello Poetry

In toasting Mike I recollect His steady watching gaze, I recollect his calm On a thousand stormy days. I recall his jaunty humour In his funny cockney style, And the rationale behind it And the pleasure of his smile. And the quiet determination In the steeliness within And the love that emanated When his Jules laughed loud with him. When he held her hand and strolled In the life they shared as one, In the racket of the grand kids As they shout and leap and run. Through the years of hardy seamanship From England's chalky reach, Across the ocean's vastness To far antipodean beach, To the soft greens of New Zealand And the promise of this land And the shining eyes of Jules When he offered her his hand. And the life they shared together Through the joy, the strain the tears The utter joy of baby Kristin And her beauty through the years. The seamlessness of craftmanship In tradesman's art supreme And the pride of his achievement In a sweet successful dream. A chasm has appeared in life Where old Mike used to be. Dreadfull death has exercised It's right to set him free. But I can't feel bad for Micheal For the brilliance of it all Is celebration of his life well lived And my toast to judgement's call. Marshalg @theBach Mangere Bridge 10 January 2010.

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Jan 10, 2010

Jan 10, 2010 at 6:51 AM UTC

marshal-gebbie

In Toasting Mike....

In toasting Mike I recollect His steady watching gaze, I recollect his calm On a thousand stormy days. I recall his jaunty humour In his funny cockney style, And the rationale behind it And the pleasure of his smile. And the quiet determination In the steeliness within And the love that emanated When his Jules laughed loud with him. When he held her hand and strolled In the life they shared as one, In the racket of the grand kids As they shout and leap and run. Through the years of hardy seamanship From England's chalky reach, Across the ocean's vastness To far antipodean beach, To the soft greens of New Zealand And the promise of this land And the shining eyes of Jules When he offered her his hand. And the life they shared together Through the joy, the strain the tears The utter joy of baby Kristin And her beauty through the years. The seamlessness of craftmanship In tradesman's art supreme And the pride of his achievement In a sweet successful dream. A chasm has appeared in life Where old Mike used to be. Dreadfull death has exercised It's right to set him free. But I can't feel bad for Micheal For the brilliance of it all Is celebration of his life well lived And my toast to judgement's call. Marshalg @theBach Mangere Bridge 10 January 2010.

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Slowly your fingers dance over my skin Creating sparks between us You rediscover my hands Once again laugh at my rigid thumb My legs cross yours While I lay in your arms Your body have tucked me in Yet my eyes tear up So I press my face against your chest Get calm by the rythm of your heartbeat You hold me closer and I want to whisper Never let me go, never let this moment go Instead I look up from your chest You kiss me slowly until time catch up Therefor I need to say the dreadfull words I must go

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Oct 5, 2014

Oct 5, 2014 at 4:25 PM UTC

emiliav

Moment

Slowly your fingers dance over my skin Creating sparks between us You rediscover my hands Once again laugh at my rigid thumb My legs cross yours While I lay in your arms Your body have tucked me in Yet my eyes tear up So I press my face against your chest Get calm by the rythm of your heartbeat You hold me closer and I want to whisper Never let me go, never let this moment go Instead I look up from your chest You kiss me slowly until time catch up Therefor I need to say the dreadfull words I must go

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your touch releases a chemical that nurtures my brain into thinking love is what exists between the two of us but as dreadfull as the night can feel one touch does not turn these bodies into shadows

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Feb 27, 2021

Feb 27, 2021 at 5:29 PM UTC

kristianity

oxytocin

your touch releases a chemical that nurtures my brain into thinking love is what exists between the two of us but as dreadfull as the night can feel one touch does not turn these bodies into shadows

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So small in your youth But you were taken away At such a young age What a dreadfull day Though we never met Stories I have heard Now I'll never get the chance As you've been taken from this world Blonde hair, blue eyes The classic family trait Now gone with the blink of an eye How can we call this fate Lifes not fair Nor is death You were so full of life As you took your last breath These things I've come to see Of which I dont understand These unfortunate events I'm not sure anyone can Can anyone understand Why bad things always happen To the people of least deserving To even the kindest men There will never again be a day That the sun will rise to her To reveal her smiling face So full of joy and laughter 2 years and 17 days Is all the time you had But all the smiles and joy For that I am glad The short time we had you Was better than none at all You were held so high and mighty Why did you have to fall Death is a strong word With such a gloomy tone Even harder it does get When we lose one of our own I'll never get to hold you As you didnt live that long One day you were here And the next day you were gone Accidents happen And they can rip us apart And though you're no longer here You're forever in my heart.

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Mar 13, 2014

Mar 13, 2014 at 12:40 AM UTC

DontLoveMeImBroken

Lillie

So small in your youth But you were taken away At such a young age What a dreadfull day Though we never met Stories I have heard Now I'll never get the chance As you've been taken from this world Blonde hair, blue eyes The classic family trait Now gone with the blink of an eye How can we call this fate Lifes not fair Nor is death You were so full of life As you took your last breath These things I've come to see Of which I dont understand These unfortunate events I'm not sure anyone can Can anyone understand Why bad things always happen To the people of least deserving To even the kindest men There will never again be a day That the sun will rise to her To reveal her smiling face So full of joy and laughter 2 years and 17 days Is all the time you had But all the smiles and joy For that I am glad The short time we had you Was better than none at all You were held so high and mighty Why did you have to fall Death is a strong word With such a gloomy tone Even harder it does get When we lose one of our own I'll never get to hold you As you didnt live that long One day you were here And the next day you were gone Accidents happen And they can rip us apart And though you're no longer here You're forever in my heart.

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It was a pleasent morning in pehawar Students entered into classes with high power! They heard a boom sound suddenly Which scared them very badly! Few men entered with dangrous weapons What they're gonna do, no one knew! It was shooting hunting and tearing apart Seeping their way into every ones heart! Lives lost and bodies found Students killed by the terroists of Taliban! It was really a pathetic plight Lives were taken by the dreadfull might!! ----de3pak

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Apr 24, 2015

Apr 24, 2015 at 6:22 AM UTC

deepak-shodhan

Dreadfull might

It was a pleasent morning in pehawar Students entered into classes with high power! They heard a boom sound suddenly Which scared them very badly! Few men entered with dangrous weapons What they're gonna do, no one knew! It was shooting hunting and tearing apart Seeping their way into every ones heart! Lives lost and bodies found Students killed by the terroists of Taliban! It was really a pathetic plight Lives were taken by the dreadfull might!! ----de3pak

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I always do The same mistake. I always do the mistake Of getting close to you This never benefits But only calm storms Momenterally Only to find out I've created another I always do the same mistake Of getting close to you This fire is comforting But the burn will cost me My life I would leave This dreadfull place If it wasn't so cold Up in this hill But worst of all Worst of anything Im losing Myself To get Absolutely Intirely Nothing.

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Jul 31, 2018

Jul 31, 2018 at 5:04 PM UTC

Saint8

Same Mistake

I always do The same mistake. I always do the mistake Of getting close to you This never benefits But only calm storms Momenterally Only to find out I've created another I always do the same mistake Of getting close to you This fire is comforting But the burn will cost me My life I would leave This dreadfull place If it wasn't so cold Up in this hill But worst of all Worst of anything Im losing Myself To get Absolutely Intirely Nothing.

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