Missing Poems
Grandpa S.
by Frangipani Rhett
They brought home a little gift for me
Something they found in your drawer
A little wallet with your license and a photo of me
From way back in 2015
Dad and mom stayed in the room you slept in
But I know you never really felt at home
I wished you lived right by us too
But I know it would have been hard for us both
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Reported Missing
by Anna Gordon Keown
My thought shall never be that you are dead:
Who laughed so lately in this quiet place.
The dear and deep-eyed humour of that face
Held something ever living, in Death's stead.
Scornful I hear the flat things they have said
And all their piteous platitudes of pain.
I laugh! I laugh! - For you will come again -
This heart would never beat if you were dead.
The world's adrowse in twilight hushfulness,
There's purple lilac in your little room,
......
Unexpected
by Aarti Chawla
Nobody can love me like you,
Life without You is just like,
a Puzzle without a clue.
No win can beat this Pain,
I wish you could come again.
The Pilfered Peck
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
Peter Piper was ever punctilious, like minty nature's painstaking paintings,
Or the palsied skies of one pretty evening, in the hour of the sun's fainting.
Peter lived upon a small, fertile farm, and was one of five, happy children;
The son of loving, hardworking parents, jointly working until dusk, silken.
They tended cows, pigs and chickens, and farmed potatoes and pumpkins,
As well as peas and pickled peppers, like velvety, dreaming presumptions.
Favored friends called some fuchsia Fridays, when glitter stars came early,
......
I Still Need You
by Jesher Samayla
How are you this time?
Are you busy?
Who's with you right now?
Were you thinking about me?
I'm not fine,
Doing nothing here,
I'm alone,
And I am thinking of you.
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Grandpa S.
by Frangipani Rhett
They brought home a little gift for me
Something they found in your drawer
A little wallet with your license and a photo of me
From way back in 2015
Dad and mom stayed in the room you slept in
But I know you never really felt at home
I wished you lived right by us too
But I know it would have been hard for us both
......
The Pilfered Peck
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
Peter Piper was ever punctilious, like minty nature's painstaking paintings,
Or the palsied skies of one pretty evening, in the hour of the sun's fainting.
Peter lived upon a small, fertile farm, and was one of five, happy children;
The son of loving, hardworking parents, jointly working until dusk, silken.
They tended cows, pigs and chickens, and farmed potatoes and pumpkins,
As well as peas and pickled peppers, like velvety, dreaming presumptions.
Favored friends called some fuchsia Fridays, when glitter stars came early,
......
Fathers Funeral
by Haych Nano
Today we place you to final rest
know that with your presence we've been blessed.
six feet down in your grave
we shed a tear, goodbye we wave.
the time has come to let you go
the sound rings out of the graveyard crow.
the clouds may part, the sun may shine
the priest speaks out, its now the time.
family cuddle and hug as we walk away
i'll never forget such a painful day.
......
Us to me
by Supriya Yadav
Yes I'm immature
But I truly loved
Yes I behave childish
But never played with feelings
You said we never met
But I remember those shitt of street
Yes you never loved me
But I remember your window words
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Another day passes by
by Mayank Nirala
Still waiting
It feels forever, Since you crossed by me;
My heart longs, to be altered in a way
You made me skip a beat;
I sit aside, eyes waiting
but i procure none i crave;
Each second feels protracted
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