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I want a new forum!

Poetry

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Favorite type is Haiku
Please, join me now
 
Good idea. Now post some Rob and everyone.
 
I have chosen this poem to be read at my funeral.

When I'm gone release me
let me go I have so many things to see and do
You mustn't tie yourself to me with tears
Be happy that we had so many beautiful years
I gave to you my love
You can only guess how much you gave me in happiness
I thank you for the love you have shown
But now it's time to travel alone
So grieve a while for me, if grieve you must
then let your grief be comforted by my trust
For it's only a while that we must part
So bless the memories within your heart
I won't be far away for life goes on
So if you need me call and I will come
Though you can't see or touch me...I'll be near
and if you listen within your heart you'll hear
All my love around you soft and clear
And then when you must come this way alone
I'll greet you with a smile and say
"WELCOME HOME"
 
Memories in the Heart...

Feel no guilt in laughter, she knows how much you care.
Feel no sorrow in a smile that she's not here to share.
You cannot grieve forever, she would not want you to.
She'd hope that you can carry on, the way you always do.
So talk about the good times and the way you showed you cared.
The days you spent together, all the happiness you shared.
Let memories surround you.

A word someone may say
will suddenly recapture a time, an hour, a day
That brings her back as clearly as though she were still here
And fills you with the feeling that she is always near
For if you keep these moments, you will never be apart
And she will live forever locked safe within your heart.
 
A CIRCLE OF FRIENDSHIP

A circle of friendship…
is bound together,
by sharing good moments
and Life’s stormy weather:

And should you feel lonely…
you needn’t pretend;
surrender your false pride
and lean on a friend.

A circle of friendship…
is a growing delight;
it helps dispel sadness,
as it lets in the ‘light.’

A circle of friendship…
warms you in its glow;
take that warmth with you
and feel the ‘love’ grow.

You stand in a circle…
with hands reaching out;
the giving of yourself,
is what friendship’s about!
 
We had a Poetry Forum a while ago. Great idea to start one up again. This was from the first.

Found this on the Internet - it's simple.

A Consoling Poem About Death: Death Is Nothing At All

Death is nothing at all.
I have only slipped away to the next room.
I am I and you are you.
Whatever we were to each other,
That, we still are.

Call me by my old familiar name.
Speak to me in the easy way
which you always used.
Put no difference into your tone.
Wear no forced air of solemnity or sorrow.

Laugh as we always laughed
at the little jokes we enjoyed together.
Play, smile, think of me. Pray for me.
Let my name be ever the household word
that it always was.
Let it be spoken without effect.
Without the trace of a shadow on it.

Life means all that it ever meant.
It is the same that it ever was.
There is absolute unbroken continuity.
Why should I be out of mind
because I am out of sight?

I am but waiting for you.
For an interval.
Somewhere. Very near.
Just around the corner.

All is well.

Henry Scott Holland ~ 1847-1918
Canon of St. Paul's Cathedral ~ London. UK
 
•One shark said to the
other when eating a clown
fish: this tastes funny.


•The bartender said
to the neutron, “For you, sir,
there will be no charge.”


•A question for you:
Where does Washington keep his
armies? His sleevies.


•An octopus went
off to war. It’s a good thing
that he was well-armed.


•A wise man once asked,
“Why, pray tell, is the sand wet?”
Because the sea weed
 
•An afternoon breeze
expels cold air, along with
the fallen brown leaves.


•Cherry blossoms bloom,
softly falling from the tree,
explode into night.


•The warmth on my skin.
Fire falls beneath the trees.
I see the sun set.


•Summer here again.
Music plays sweetly, drifting.
And life is renewed.


•A winter blanket
covers the Earth in repose
but only a dream


•An ocean voyage.
As waves break over the bow,
the sea welcomes me.
 
txgirl that poem choked me up its beautiful! all of the poems are. vicki that friendship poem is beautiful too!
however, i have none to contribute, but am enjoying reading them.
 
How Do I Love Thee?



How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of Being and ideal Grace.
I love thee to the level of every day's
Most quiet need, by sun and candlelight.
I love thee freely, as men strive for Right;
I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise.
I love with a passion put to use
In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith.
I love thee with a love I seemed to lose
With my lost saints, -- I love thee with the breath,
Smiles, tears, of all my life! -- and, if God choose,
I shall but love thee better after death.


Elizabeth Barrett Browning
 
Vicki - my husband used to quote part of the verse by Elizabeth Browning. I'd ask how much do you love me and he'd quote the first two lines of this poem! Thanks! Yasmin.
 
A smile
By Anonymous


Smiling is infectious,
You catch it like the flu,
When someone smiled at me today,
I started smiling too.

I passed around the corner,
And someone saw my grin,
When he smiled I realized,
I'd passed it on to him.

I thought about that smile,
Then realized its worth,
A single smile, just like mine,
Could travel round the earth.

So, if you feel a smile begin,
Don't leave it undetected.
Let's start an epidemic quick,
And get the world infected.
 
thats a good one vicki!
 
My 2 sons recited this together at our wedding, 2 years ago, it was quite a special moment!

Only one mother

Millions of stars in the heavens above,
Only one mother to cherish and love,

Thousands and thousands of flowers and trees,
Hundreds and hundreds of mountains and seas,
Everything multiplied over and over
Robins and butterflies, bees in the clover.

Many good friends to think the world of,
but only one mother to cherish and love.
 
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