I Tell You This Poem Breaks My Heart

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    She And Her Gown Are Underground

    I wrote this poem and 10/20/2008.  My 18 year old daughter died on 6/21/08, 4 days before graduation. My life will never be the same.  Maybe it will help someone, i don't, but writing sure helped me. She and Her Gown are Underground    I once knew a little...
    iamstillrighthere iamstillrighthere
    51-55, F
    1 Response Jun 4, 2010

    I Am Not There. I Did Not Die.

    Do not stand at my grave and forever weep. I am not there; I do not sleep. I am a thousand winds that blow. I am the diamond glints on snow. I am the sunlight on ripened grain. I am the gentle autumn’s rain. When you awaken in the morning’s hush I am the swift...
    JulySunSoul JulySunSoul
    26-30, F
    2 Responses Jun 26, 2009

    Gone But Not Forgotten

     THE ACHING SOUL I buried my husband and daughter today My soul burns red with pain. No longer will I kiss their faces Or caress their beautiful skin I buried my husband and daughter today God, what have I done wrong? To have them ripped from my arms...
    giggles4488 giggles4488
    56-60, F
    28 Responses Feb 13, 2010

    Edgar Guest

    "I'll lend you for a while a child of mine," He said. "For you to love the while he lives and mourn for when he's dead. It may be six or seven years, or twenty-two or three, But will you, till I call him back, take care of him for me? He'll bring his charms to gladden you...
    errantmind errantmind
    41-45, F
    Mar 19, 2013

    The Day She Died 6/21/08 And Today She Told Me This Poem June 18 2010

     The day she died November 13, 2008     I watched her turn around I watched her back as she ran away Onto her day. Who would even THINK I'd never see her alive again Never have her hug me Or say I love you       The day she came to...
    iamstillrighthere iamstillrighthere
    51-55, F
    8 Responses Jun 18, 2010

    "a Poem I Wrote" I Hope You Like It!

    Sometimes i wanna run, but i know it will catch up with me. Sometimes i wanna hide, but i know it will find me sometimes, I wanna leave but i know it wont let me. Sometimes i wanna pray, but i know it wont be truthful. Sometimes i wanna cry but i know it enjoys it. Sometimes i...
    Anto815 Anto815
    46-50, F
    May 1, 2011

    Forget Me Nots(roses)

    Red roses were her favourites, her name was also Rose. And every year her husband sent them, tied with pretty bows. The year he died the roses were delivered to her door. The card said, “Be my Valentine,” like all the years before.   Each year he sent...
    deleted deleted
    26-30
    7 Responses Apr 14, 2010
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