by Victoria Anderson-Throop |
Categories:
lost love,
tossing dust but not my love
by Stephen Clarke |
Categories:
death, funeral, loss, lost love, sad, christmas, christmas,
As christmas mounts decembers passing
we huddle in your absence.
Our eyes earthbound in aversion
of the stinging words etched upon the marble.
A solitary magpie skipping over the crystallised blades
highlights my purpose at your graveside.
Your first christmas misspent in the depths of the earths
are my thoughts as my eyes thaw the ground beneath.
by Charles Fuller |
Categories:
death, introspection, life, loss, sorry, time,
As the cold winds blow
I’ll love you eternal
We’ve always been one
In separating ways
Here you will find me
Anticipating my demise
To see you again
And say what I couldn’t
Until that day
I’ll wait rewriting
Reciting apologetic excuses
Here I stand
Where the lifeless reside
Letting the wintry winds gust
Like a whip on my back
Forgive me
by Amar Agarwala |
Categories:
death, missing,
‘I love you’ she softly confessed
No longer could she her feelings hide,
Laying on his graveside blue orchids
With a pink silken ribbon tied.
She heard not his longing whispers
As she knelt down and bitterly cried,
“Some more days I could have lived my dear
Had you said this before I died.”
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by Larry Bradfield |
Categories:
lost love,
Last call, it's closin' time, my friend -
I guess this heart may never mend
Once more I'll let my elbow bend
Before I face that cold north wind
Last call, it's your last time to blend
I'm at home in this bar you tend
Thanks for the ear you always lend
Hope I said nothin' to offend
She said my graveside she'd attend
But not a teardrop would she spend
My obituary's been penned
And she'll be glad to see my end
So it's this bar that I commend
The service here I recommend
And for the future I contend
Someday my ways I may amend
2/7/2017
by Adeleke Adeite |
Categories:
care, first love, longing, love,
Indeed someday I will be gone
down dusky hill like daylight Sun,
I will then be to graveside roses,
flaunt those flowers when I am close.
Someday I'll heed the clarion call
like autumn flowers fade and fall
and will not feel thy candle's glow,
O burn; pure passion let me know.
Like summer takes the thirsty crops
far from the fist of winter-drops,
I will not taste your tender tears,
cry now for me when I am near.
by Christy Hardy |
Categories:
death, family, life, love, time, visionary, children, children,
Her Graveside Services, were about to be held,
ninety years old, and a good life she led.
All of her children were gathered around,
the last of their parents, soon will rest in the ground.
Five I counted, with their children too,
then all the great grands were there with their crew.
What a legacy this lady leaves behind,
quiet an accomplishment for her length of time.
I thought to myself, as I looked around,
this lady must be smiling, as she is looking down.
Think of the memories, their treasures to keep,
she leaves for them all, as the years will creep.
Her children tell their children, and on, and on,
God's Master Plan, leading us home.
by Lunar Waite |
Categories:
death, heart, heart,
SOFT TEARS UPON A CASKET FALL
A LOVE LOST WAY TOO SOON
PROMISES BROKEN HARSH WORDS SPOKEN
LIFE FULL OF SADNESS LOOMS
HE WAS SO YOUNG SO FULL OF LIFE
BUT BY HIS GRAVE SHE STANDS
THE BABY NESTLED IN HER WOMB
NEVER TO KNOW HIS FATHERS HANDS
WHAT LIFE AHEAD IS THERE FOR THEM
SHE KNOWS NOT WHAT TO DO
FAMILY AND FRIENDS DON'T UNDERSTAND
THAT HER HEART IS TORN IN TWO
THE CHILD SHE HOLDS WITHIN HER WOMB
IS WHAT THEY FOUGHT ABOUT
WHETHER TO PAINT PINK OR BLUE
DID MAKE THEM SCREAM AND SHOUT
HE WENT OUTSIDE TO WALK IT OFF
NEVER TO RETURN
AND NOW SHE STANDS AT HIS GRAVESIDE
HER BROKEN HEART TO YEARN
by Lloyd Shelby |
Categories:
cowboy-western, introspection, loss, lost love,
The afternoon sun was warm and bright, as we sat underneath the old tree.
We'd ridden the buggy out from town, my dog, my sweetheart and me.
The blanket was spread out in the shade, a lunch of chicken and bisquits and tea.
We were ready to enjoy the day, my dog, my sweetheart and me.
I gazed at her there with eyes so blue, and hair like new spun gold,
And wished the day to last forever, in my memory to have and to hold.
But then I awoke and found, myself at the graveside to be,
And remembered that time from long, long ago...........
With my dog, my sweetheart, and me.
by David Kavanagh |
Categories:
absence, allegory, death, grief, loss, love,
Standing by the graveside,
straps lower you down.
I glance towards heavens high,
where solace seems to frown.
Broken and bewildered,
my soul has turned to stone.
I cannot accept mortality,
whilst denial fills my own.
Sinking into grief so deep,
loves price, for being born.
Death I curse and spit at thee,
A rancid rose bears thy thorn.
If come a day, when darkness burns,
Ill stoke the fire, in mourn you’ve borne.
By
David Kavanagh.
by Jan Oskar Hansen |
Categories:
color, confidence, corruption, creation,
By the graveside
The flowers on a heap at the grave,
some given by love others out of duty.
Some with a grudge didn’t show up
as banal revenge of the pain from
the whip of her sharp tongue.
I found it difficult to comprehend that
my impossible mother was in a coffin
she had no respect of authority, spoke
her mind sometimes unwisely.
I saw she once slapping a police officer
who got so perplexed he walked his way
after threatening to arrest her.
She was an avid reader but never wrote
which was a pity she had much to offer.
She is still inside of my head and will be
there as long as I live.
by The Heart Of Mrsjackson |
Categories:
angel, death, grief, heartbroken, heaven, love, pain,
Ira Earl Hudson
January 6th 1961 - December 20th 2023
VIEWING
Terry's Funeral Home
2337 N Williams Ave, Portland, OR 97227
Jan 18th, 2024 @ 4:00pm
GRAVESIDE SERVICES
Willamette National Cemetery
11800 SE MT Scott Blvd, Happy Valley, OR 97086
Jan 19th 2024 @ 1:30pm