 |
Poems On Site: 198,500+ Comments On Poems: 427,000+ Forum Posts: 105,000+ |
Custom Search
|
|
|
||||
| Welcome ! | Home · FAQ · Topics · Web Links · Your Account · Submit Poetry · Top 30 · OldSite Link | 09-June 18:37:43 AEST | ||
|
|
||||
|
|
||||
|
|
||||
|
Array
(
[sid] => 13627
[catid] => 1
[aid] => mick
[title] => My Kid's Dad's B'day T'day
[time] => 2003-03-02 17:40:00
[hometext] => ~'tis time to the let ashes go for evermore~
[bodytext] => Sweet voiced songs to sunless moon death goes from night to morn to noon, Pick cherries for pie from dead branches of winter my daughter shant go for no one sent her, in memories trunk is a bit of his hair's lock one could pull sweeter honey from a cold rock, life out of death for intangible cake of rhyme so lost from life's chime to everlasting endless time, forever he remains young and beautiful in death's maw the children only remember him from pictures they saw. Of the eight of us, alas, now there are only four for the rest of this party is lost to us living for evermore, 'tis hard to have a birthday celebrated when one dies sorrow sweeps like a river and winged doves cry, within' me no more are thoughts of heaven nor hell weary hearts have stilled and long gone dry the well, alighted tears that have escaped from the nightmare from whatever triggered them through the years. All of us mad with death then, and beauty ending for this another uncelebrated birthday, no cards we're sending, Ahhh, life moves on and memories move fast thoughts come upeth with fresh strings, yeah, the past, shadows are like paper streamers on the wall today the day he died is fresh as his new death's fall, invisible gifts loved ones send are empty boxes so dear or else the house shall pass so dull and drear, And the birthday one has not uttered yet one sound 'tis neither buried, air thrown, nor yet in ground, his laughing eyes forever missing out of the party his wonderful words now mean very little, verily, and so today we lift our eyes to the distant skies we say,"Happy Birthday Daddy/Hubby," another goodbye, another year this wretched heart hath past have a lovely B'day a super devine blast. David Aaron Miller Feb. 19th, 1992 D.A.M. [comments] => 9 [counter] => 248 [topic] => 13 [informant] => ladyfawn [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 55 [ratings] => 11 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )
|
Menu
· 
Poetry
Community
Members
Areas
Reference
Search
Top
Others
Poetry is much like a great photo, a single "moment in time" capturing many feelings and emotions. Yet, they are very alive; creating stirrings within the readers who form visual "pictures" of the expressed emotions within the Poem. ©
Opinions expressed in the poetry, comments, forums etc. on this site are not necessarily those of this site, its owners and/or operators; but of the individuals who post items to this site.
Frequently Asked Questions | | | Privacy Policy | | | Contact Webmaster
All submitted items are Copyright © to their submitter. All the rest Copyright © 2002-2050 by Your Poetry Dot Com
All logos and trademarks in this site are property of their respective owners.
Script Generation Time: 0.052 Seconds. - View our Site Map | .© your-poetry.com