lovedly
lovedly
Mar 24, 2022

some poets are sublime

but don't like my poetry
as much as
many still do
yet we can pray
for them

as our own eyes dim
we can no longer play in whim

stars forever stay bright
when we normal human
in this mundane world
stay left or right
only our memories
should for ever be bright
like the twilight
ere last night

remember all embedded
deep
we might

About This Poem

Style/Type: Free verse

Review Request Intensity: I want the raw truth, feel free to knock me on my back

Editing Stage: Editing - rough draft

About the Author

Region, Country: UNIVERSE...ETERNITY C/O ME, ROU

Favorite Poets: All across the Internet whom I read

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Comments

Geezer

roundabout way of writing about death and dying! LoL I do have to give you credit for coming up with a new way! ~ Geez.
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lovedly

I'm nearing 83
may soon be joining
those in the universe
who now with each other
distantly silently converse

this verse is about those
who have become ashes
else are buried comfortably
six feet beneath
gradually moths will have a feed
may take years
who knows

Do we
Gee

Geezer

most of us don't know when it will come. A friend of mine who died just recently, was in the hospital for a minor thing and had a stroke, went into a coma, and died a few days later. He was 83, ten years and a month older than me. Some of us will last until a hundred, some of us will die tomorrow. ~ Geez.
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lovedly

He was 83, ten years and a month older than me.

IS THIS A HINT FOR ME
ALL MY SIBLINGS DIED
when very young
last few refused to die till after 83

I want to cross the 100 metres line
before you all let me go
So go slow
let me touch 84 before u blow off my torch
lol

death is a better gift than birth
both you don't experience
remain in
unknown
SILUNCE
at birth u CRY
at death
pals/gals/and pairunts
hahaaha