As the movement makes her shudder,
she cries one last time, a departed mother.
Upon the distant shores she hears,
horrid screams that a mother fears.
Time has come for mournful tears.
Ship that sailed many months ago,
became lost within the storm’s hold.
Now battered, worn and frayed,
a mother’s plea’s unheard today.
Time has come for tear’s display.
Her faced streaked beyond belief,
as she drowns herself in her grief.
A mother must say goodbye,
to a ship battered and a son that died.
Time has come, for the angels have cried.
Breathing increases, her knees become weak.
A mother in mourning she can no longer speak.
She hits the floor with a solid slump,
the blood to hear heart no longer pumps.
Time grips the soul, as she lost her trump.
Her major card no longer in the deck,
she cries hysterically, a rope around neck.
How can she go on without the life of her son?
No healing, no hope, the rage has begun.
Time stands still, to the world she now shuns.
A golden light shines through the clouds,
he is calling her but she will not allow
His hands to embrace her, to bring her peace.
She pulls a little tighter; she can barely breathe.
Time stops…a hand reaches her in need.
He stands before her, her son to the right.
“Mother please, look at the light.”
God is with you, and I am with Him,
just a mere separation, I shall see you again.
Time vanishes, as she watches the son that was leaving.
His hands embrace her; the pain disappears
a new ray of light then reappears.
As they walk to Heaven afar, she weeps,
knowing the promise she finally sleeps.
Time is no issue, when the Angels leap,
To restore faith in the words that God speaks.
she cries one last time, a departed mother.
Upon the distant shores she hears,
horrid screams that a mother fears.
Time has come for mournful tears.
Ship that sailed many months ago,
became lost within the storm’s hold.
Now battered, worn and frayed,
a mother’s plea’s unheard today.
Time has come for tear’s display.
Her faced streaked beyond belief,
as she drowns herself in her grief.
A mother must say goodbye,
to a ship battered and a son that died.
Time has come, for the angels have cried.
Breathing increases, her knees become weak.
A mother in mourning she can no longer speak.
She hits the floor with a solid slump,
the blood to hear heart no longer pumps.
Time grips the soul, as she lost her trump.
Her major card no longer in the deck,
she cries hysterically, a rope around neck.
How can she go on without the life of her son?
No healing, no hope, the rage has begun.
Time stands still, to the world she now shuns.
A golden light shines through the clouds,
he is calling her but she will not allow
His hands to embrace her, to bring her peace.
She pulls a little tighter; she can barely breathe.
Time stops…a hand reaches her in need.
He stands before her, her son to the right.
“Mother please, look at the light.”
God is with you, and I am with Him,
just a mere separation, I shall see you again.
Time vanishes, as she watches the son that was leaving.
His hands embrace her; the pain disappears
a new ray of light then reappears.
As they walk to Heaven afar, she weeps,
knowing the promise she finally sleeps.
Time is no issue, when the Angels leap,
To restore faith in the words that God speaks.
Author notes
For a feelings Contest.
I myself had to write from POV of someone else, for if I wrote my feelings themself, i would be a shame to poetry. Too much pain, sorrow and hurt. ahhh well.
Hope this works for you
A contest entry
- TEN THOUSAND POINTS OF RHYME (Now 20,000+) Part 9a Feelings by cricketjeff.
1500 points, ended January 29, 2008, 40 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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Loads of pain and sorrow on show already. You cannot put too much emotion into a poem, the problem is after pouring your self into a poem it is very hard to stand back and correct it as poetry and not just see the hurt.
Good write and worthy HM looking forward to seeing you in the Finale.
Thanks for the entry,
Jeff and Sue

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a very sorrow filled poem, loved your rhyming, you flowed so well, and we all know how hard that is. Congrats on an awesome poem.
CherryKiss
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This is a fantastic piece of work honey, grips the reader from the first line and does not let go. Love you baby...Scott


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Heartwrenching
I really got caught up in this. It's written with so much emotion..so sad yet with the sense of faith restored at the end.
It's impossible not to get emotionally involved in it. From beginning to end...a fantastic write.


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Breathing increases, her knees become weak.
A mother in mourning she can no longer speak.
She hits the floor with a solid slump,
the blood to hear heart no longer pumps.
this brought tears to my eyes as i imaged it in my head. a deep and emotional write mom


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Very sad and yet so graceful and beautiful.


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