1. Do Not Stand At My Grave And Weep
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Do not stand
By my grave, and weep.
I am not there,
I do not sleep-
The act of creating a poem is a memorial for one who has passed away. It is an act of spirituality. A memorial tells the world that while our loved one may be gone his or her spirit lives on. This individual will forever be tied together in the circle of life. Our Loved One's life mattered and continues to matter. Their acts of goodness and courage will never be forgotten. A memorial is a way to remember a loved one forever.
Famous Poem
Do not stand
By my grave, and weep.
I am not there,
I do not sleep-
It's what we want to believe. We don't cry because our loved one is dead, we cry because we won't ever see or talk to them again and we will miss them. We are crying for ourselves. Someone...
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When these graven lines you see,
Traveller, do not pity me;
Though I be among the dead,
Let no mournful word be said.
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Famous Poem
When I am dead, my dearest,
Sing no sad songs for me;
Plant thou no roses at my head,
Nor shady cypress tree:
Christina Rossetti was my main inspiration for taking up poetry in 1972. This poem was a standout to me. I have 3 self-published books of poetry that I put together. The third one, Poetry in...
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O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done,
The ship has weather'd every rack, the prize we sought is won,
The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting,
While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring;
I just like it. First heard the poem when in high school and recently the poem has risen from my deep memory to everyday recollection.
Imagine if I was given one moment,
just a single slice of my past.
I could hold it close forever,
and that moment would always last.
Today, October 9th, I came across your poem. I was filled with so many emotions and could not communicate my feelings. I lost my late husband to lung cancer. He was 48 years old. Today would...
I feel a warmth around me,
like your presence is so near.
And I close my eyes to visualize
your face when you were here.
I wrote this for my grandmother who just passed away from cancer. She was one of my best friends! I'm lost without her!
I can't believe this is happening. There's no way this can be true....
Beautiful. I love lighting candles. It takes me back to when my mother was here. We laughed together, we cried together, but most of all she was here and we loved each other and always told...
If I could write a story,
It would be the greatest ever told
Of a kind and loving father
Who had a heart of gold.
Dear Rona,
I feel and share your pain and sadness, as my dad passed too from kidney disease. In just under 45 minutes it will be 15 years; he passed at 11:57 pm on December 31, 2002. The...
I think about you all the time,
And every day it hurts to cry.
So much has happened in my life.
I'm not sure how hard to try.
I loved my grandmother so much. She passed away last month from a brain tumor, and she was just 70. When he was ill for the past year and doctors declined to operate on her, I was afraid each...
When I remember you, I remember the first time we met.
I look back at our time together with absolutely no regret.
When I remember you, I remember the first time I looked into your eyes.
Fragile is a single life the brave so freely give.
Bound for immortality, their souls will surely live.
Death, don't be proud for what you took, they freely gave away.
Their quest for freedom far outweighed the fear that you convey.
If I could have one wish in life,
That wish would have to be
That God would take away my pain
And send you back to me.
I am a mother and a grandmother. The Bible teaches us that no sin is greater than another because of forgiveness. I believe the same with sorrow. None greater or less than another. It's in...
You walk beside me every day.
You're here in all I do and say.
At night I close my eyes and pray
To someone who took you away.
Love it, hits the right notes for me as a recent widow. It beautifully expressed my thoughts.
You have served your time
and lived out your days.
You have now made the move
from your house of clay.
The chair where you sat lies vacant and still.
The air so silent, through my body runs a chill,
The sound of your laughter echoes in my ears.
Those who are near and dear to us may shine in our hearts forever like stars.
The strongest branch has fallen
From our family tree.
God had his way; he's taking me home,
So you need not grieve for me.
My oldest brother passed away on Dec 24, 2016, and this poem was published that same day. This poem speaks volumes to me. Thanks for sharing!
Let everyone gather
With no heartaches or tears.
Let the bright memories flow
From all the past years.
I'll wait patiently here in heaven
For the day that you make your presence.
A transcendental get-together
That'll last till the end of forever.
The years we've shared have been full of joy.
The memories we've made will go on and on.
I haven't stopped crying since you went away,
and I've asked God time and time why you couldn't stay.
Thank you for this poem. I lost a good friend 8 months ago. He didn't die; he just broke off things with me. Just like that. We hadn't quarreled at all, nothing. He lives on the other side of...
A beautiful garden now stands alone,
missing the one who nurtured it,
But now she is gone.
Her flowers still bloom, and the sun it still shines,
The day my sister passed, she knew it was coming. I did my daily routine and left work. I wouldn't take breaks. Instead, I'd take my sister to dialysis or go home to cook so she could take...