Eyes closed, hands rested
I cannot believe that is my father
Memories that will come back to haunt me later in life.
Cold, Pale, Lifeless.
This is a shorter one but still pretty intense, I think.
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Ever since my dad died in 2003, I have been writing poetry to help me deal with my emotions. I love to write poetry, and I hope you'll comment on my poems. I love feedback!
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- Seventeenth Poem: I Like You
- Sixteenth Poem: Carly
- Fourteenth Poem: Toby
- Thirteenth Poem: Change
- Twelfth Poem:My self-doubt
- Eleventh Poem: Late Night Thoughts
- Tenth Poem: Sick and Tired
- Ninth Poem: Circle of Life
- Eighth Poem: Haunting Casket
- Seventh Poem: Quiet Girl
- Sixth Poem: What Happened?
- Fifth Poem: One Man Band
- Fourth Poem: Greif
- Third Poem: What Have I Done?
- Second Poem: Life Goes On
- First Poem: Sadness
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October
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Afterglow (my favorite poem)
I'd like the memory of me
to be a happy one
I'd like to leave an
after glow of smiles
when life is done
I'd like to leave
an echo whispering
softly down the ways
Of happy times and
laughing times and
bright and sunny days
I'd like the tears of
those who grieve
to dry before the sun
Of happy memories
that I leave
When life is done.
to be a happy one
I'd like to leave an
after glow of smiles
when life is done
I'd like to leave
an echo whispering
softly down the ways
Of happy times and
laughing times and
bright and sunny days
I'd like the tears of
those who grieve
to dry before the sun
Of happy memories
that I leave
When life is done.
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