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Do Not Stand at my Grave and Weep by Mary Elizabeth Frye

This poem is a beautiful reminder that your loved one lives on around you.

Let us not to mourning,
Do not stand on my grave and weep.
I am not there..
I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow,
I am the diamond glints on snow,
I am the sunlight opened grain,
I am the gentle autumn’s rain.
When you awaken in the morning’s hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
of quiet birds in circle flight,
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand on my grave and cry.
I am not there...
I did not die.

Once a Little Girl

Once a little girl with big blue eyes,
Now a woman with lonely cries.
Once a child, whose spirit was wild and free,
Now just memory for when she was three.
In her dreams, back to her room and childhood home.
The place where she used to play,
..And also the place where her childhood was stolen away.
In this room was a memory of a child so full of life,
And because of him, a room filled with pain and strife.
She fled for help when she was ten,
But everyone believed those horrible men.
Once a girl with big blue eyes,
Now a woman with lonely cries.
The faces of an angel, the heart of a child,
Now a woman starting to run wild.
Forced to grow up at such a young age.
If her story was a book it would be to sad to turn the page.
Sorrow and heartache and pain.
Now all grown up she will never feel alone again.
The hurt in her eyes is slowly fading away.
She is starting to forget that painful day.
Once a woman with lonely cries,
Now a mother looking into her children’s eye.

Just for you, my dear friend:

I will Love you
forever.
Like the setting sun
and the rising tides
with the ocean mist
on the shining moon
I will love you
I do love you
Like an endless summer paradise
of birds and butterflies
filling the nature of creation
and as the words are written
in all ways
and forever
I will Love You

I Want You.

I want you when the shades of eve are falling
And purple shadows drift across the land:
When sleepy birds to loving mates are calling-
I want the soothing softness of your hand.

I want you when the stars shine up above me,
And heaven’s flooded with the bright moonlight:
I want you with your arms and lips to love me
Throughout the wonder watches of the night.

I want you when in dreams I still remember
The ling’ring of your kiss-for old time’s sake-
with all your gentle ways, so sweetly tender,
I want you in the morning when I wake.

I want you when the day is at its noontime
Sun-steeped and quiet, or drenched with sheets of rain;
I want you when the roses bloom in June-time;
I want you when the violets come again.

I want you when my soul is thrilled with passion;
I want you when I’m weary and depressed;
I want you when lazy, slumbrous fashion
My senses need the haven of your breast.

I want you when through field and wood I’m roaming;
I want you when I’m standing on the shore;
I want you when the summer birds are homing-
And when they’ve flown-I want you more and more.

I want you, Dear, through every changing season;
I want you with a tear or with a smile;
I want you more than any rhyme or reason-
I want you, want you, want you-all the while.


The following is one of my poem. Thank You for reading and do hope you like it:

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DeadlyDreams
14:34 Jul 23 2021

nice

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