The archer and his bowCelebrate victory!The greatest of allThe archers in history. Whenever Im upset I know yourethere with a shoulder to cry on.Whenever I face a problem and need some helpI know you are one I can rely on. I am a sailor, youre my first mate,We signed on together, we coupled our fate,Hauled up our anchor, determined not to fail,For the hearts treasure, together we set sail. Dark depths of the ocean:A world unknown to the human race,Careful of every motionSo as not to disturb this place.Colours you have never seen before;Fish that can fit in the palm of your hand;Plants covering most of the ocean floor;All that is left is sparkling white sand.Staring in awe, as an outsider looking in,This world is perfect it seems Wishing I would never leave this intriguing island;Maybe I will visit it again in my dreams. Though your heart wont let the sadnessSimply slide awayThe echoes will diminishEven though the memories stay. "Mark Twain. You know you are foreverbut its easy when were hereJust a hand away from holdingand a hug away from fearSo you have to make a promisethat your hope will never runAnd you know Ill always ride hereeven when my ridings done. Their greatest nemesis and saviour,are known simply as brakes.In order to pass,they wait for mistakes. and cricket pads. To the feet of your Lord, your Saviour, and your friend. The tales you told about each catchIts stature and its girthWill live in memories unmatchedAs days pass here on earthUntil we meet again, one dayUpon Gods golden sandWell picture you, no other wayThan with a pole in hand. I deal with screamingchildren,who dont want a cut.And the people who keep rolling in,after the doors should shut. Dont judge me, for I am just like you.I can feel, I can love, and I can cry too. We must dig in and get through to tea. One is MS Dhoni and the other are the all others. The parents in the middle though,cant share this special caring,Its just for us, my Gran and I,adventures we are sharing,And even if my situations bad,my Gran is not deterred,What is it about a Grandmother?I think Love must be the word! Poems about people who liked a drink in a healthy way. And then the lover,Sighing like furnace, with a woeful balladMade to his mistress eyebrow. When we kids were hurt or cryingWed run to find her lapShed wipe the falling tears awayWith a bit of apron flap. Now, you will never leave me,For I will always find youIn the beauty of life. Poems for those who shared a passion for travel on two pedalled wheels. Poems for those who had a passion for music during their life, whether as a DJ, singer, or simply music-lover. I pray that once Ive donned my padsAnd walked out to the square,That none of my nicks find a palm,And that I score my share. With every stroke, I feel so freeAs I glide across the wavesThe world and its worries, I can seeDrifting away in a haze. We have sought, but we sought it vainly,That one last drink divine;We have sampled his various bottles,But somehow they dont combine:Yet I know when I cross the riverAnd stand on the Golden ShoreI shall meet with an angel chemist Wholl brew me that drink once more. I brood not over the broken past,Nor dread whatever time may bring;No nights are dark, no days are long,While in my heart there swells a song,And I can sing. I pray the Captain sets his fieldWith telepathic skill,That all his plans work wellAnd that the catches do not spill. Totally fictional, totally far fetched, and totally brilliant. I Juggle As I Go Mark Gregory A poem that mimics the rhythmic repetition of juggling, and, indeed, of life.The Juggler Richard Wilbur A poem that uses a juggler as ametaphorfor the kind of change one needs in life. Poems for people who had family at the centre of their lives. Sorry I had to cut the end off, but ARRSE only lets you post 10,000 characters at a time. These our actors,As I foretold you, were all spirits andAre melted into air, into thin air:And, like the baseless fabric of this vision,The cloud-cappd towers, the gorgeous palaces,The solemn temples, the great globe itself,Yea, all which it inherit, shall dissolveAnd, like this insubstantial pageant faded,Leave not a rack behind. (For darts is not a game of chance!). He seemed to cast off weight and gravityAs if he were no more than a spiritWhose substance was its own agility. I doubt Ill get to heaven with an invite from the man,so I parked my bike grabbed a beer and built myself this plan!Im building myself a ramp as tall as ever seen,Ill supercharge my bike, and add a couple wings!Timing will be critical, speed will factor in,angle and approach and Ill whistle me a tune!Then one day when my journey is coming to its end,Open up them pearly gates cause this bikers jumpin in! I can sit here in my room at nightAnd dream of you out thereAnd make a blanket just for youWith tender loving care. For a second you were flyingLike you always wanted toNow youll fly foreverIn skies of azure blue. Then seek your job with thankfulness and work till further orders,If its only netting strawberries or killing slugs on borders;And when your back stops aching and your hands begin to harden,You will find yourself a partner in the Glory of the Garden. The boxer stands with his gloves at the readyHis gait sure and steadyHis eyes aware and to the foreHis mind on the bout and nothing more, But deep within, and on his face writtenAre the many scars of a life hard-bittenAnd while neer shy of a hard-fought fightThere is no longer within the feeling of delight, His face has too oft been made to payBy an opponent better on the dayAnd though within beats the heart of a lionHis poor pummelled body has given up tryin, And while a fighter to his very coreJust the smell of gloves now he does abhorYet, still he stands, eyes puffed and blood galoreStill ready to wage a pugilists war. When I speak your name,It still brings me tears,And I wish I could hold youFor oh so many years. Over'? Villanelle Of Spring BellsBells in the town alight with springconverse, with a concordance of new airsmake clear the fresh and ancient sound they sing. If the world were full of hippiesthered be nothing left to proveexcept peace and understandingand a little bit of groove, No-one would be homelessLike many live todayWed build beautiful communeswhere anyone could stay, Together wed make musicto the beat of mother earththered be no fighting or warEveryone sharing equal worth, Wed grow our own vegetables and create trinkets to sellWed open up our mindsbreak free from our shell, Every colour and every racewould teach one anotherwed become a united familyevery sister, every brother, Wed bless all gods creaturesshow respect for the landGive free hugs to everyoneopenminded to understand. Below are the all-time best Rugby poems written by Poets on PoetrySoup. Earrings Mark Gregory a poem in free verse about a woman who wore earrings with true grace.A Mothers Crown anon A religious poem about all the elements of a mothers character.She Loved Jewellery Lewis Raynes A slightly humorous poem for someone who wore a lot of jewellery. That apron dusted tablesAnd shooed away the fliesIt did just fine as oven mittsTo take out bubbling pies. Stand upon the mountainRaise your wings up highCast aside the chains of fearTrust and you will fly. A Bricklayer Lou Szymkow A poem reflecting the natural talents and hard-working craft of a bricklayer.Bricklayers Lament Sylvia Spencer A poem about a hard-working builder with a less-than-ideal team beneath him.The Bridge Builder Will Allen Dromgoole A touching poem about building bridges for others, rather than for yourself.Wreckers Or Builders? Karate is not just a fight,But a path to a better self,A journey through the darkest night,To a place of health and wealth. Beer Is Just Fine - Roy Pett - A humorous verse deliberating over the wonders of beer. Some travel afar, others stay nearbySome pedal fast, some slowBut in common with the lot of usIs the desire to just go. He has achieved successwho has lived well,laughed often, and loved much;who has enjoyed the trust ofpure women,the respect of intelligent men andthe love of little children;who has filled his niche and accomplished his task;who has left the world better than he found itwhether by an improved poppy,a perfect poem or a rescued soul;who has never lacked appreciation of Earths beautyor failed to express it;who has always looked for the best in others andgiven them the best he had;whose life was an inspiration;whose memory a benediction. Give my spare parts so some young buckMay make a start upon the roadTake the pannier of lifeAnd balance carefully his load. Three weeks after her death,a stranger entered the salonand settled in the chair.She had the colour and shapeof his mothers hair,and when he sunk his hands in it,the texture, even cowlicks,individual as frecklessame.Twice he had to leave the room,and twice, he returnedstill,when he touched her hair, it blurred.Hold still, he said, hold still. So long as love and hope and dreamsAbide in earth and sky,Weep not for me, though I be gone.I shall not really die. So as we gather here today, To say our last goodbyes, We know that they will always beIn our hearts and in our minds. He is a lover of the earth,And all the wonders it gives birth;He is a lover of the bloom,And all the fragrant, sweet perfume. The clock of life is wound but once,And no man has the powerTo tell just when the hands will stopAt late or early hour. We laughed we joked we talked we ateWe were a family dont you seeThough some may have been raised poorYou can see it wasnt me. Sun will warm the daylight hours;The lighthouse illume the night.Waves provide rhythm and gulls give voice Music to ease my flight. When your own words fail you, a poem can serve as a perfect funeral reading or eulogy. I had two Mothers two Mothers I claimTwo different people, yet with the same name.Two separate women, diverse by design,But I loved them both because they were mine.The first was the Mother who carried me here,Gave birth and nurtured and launched my career.She was the one whose features I bear,Complete with the facial expressions I wear.She gave me her love, which follows me yet,Along with the examples in life that she set.As I got older, she somehow younger grew,And wed laugh as just Mothers and daughters should do.But then came the time that her mind clouded so,And I sensed that the Mother I knew would soon go.So quickly she changed and turned into the other,A stranger who dressed in the clothes of my Mother.Oh, she looked the same, at least at arms length,But now she was the child and I was her strength.Wed come full circle, we women three,My Mother the first, the second and me.And if my own children should come to a day,When a new Mother comes and the old goes away,Id ask of them nothing that I didnt do.Love both of your Mothers as both have loved you. It made me laugh, it made me cry.Im unable to explain Ive never known such happinessI did not foresee the pain. All poems featured on this website are free to use during any ceremony, although it is good practice to make sure the author is mentioned, if known. H eartbreaks hurt less when you were by my side. Ill never get to see your precious face;or whisper words to make you feel safeIll never get to hold you tightwhen you cant sleep at nightIll never get to sing to you a sweet lullaby,to calm you down when you cryIll never get to fall asleep with you in my arms,all bundled in a blanket to keep you warmIll never get to hear you laugh and giggleor see you little toes wiggleThere are many things I will never get to do,but the hardest is not being with you. I look at the clues That are luring me there. Ive seen her use that apronTo wipe her dripping browAs she laboured over the big rangeThats just an antique now. Langston Hughes remarks: As Befits a Man. In the grey summer garden I shall find youWith day-break and the morning hills behind you.There will be rain-wet roses; stir of wings;And down the wood a thrush that wakes and sings.Not from the past youll come, but from that deepWhere beauty murmurs to the soul asleep:And I shall know the sense of life re-bornFrom dreams into the mystery of mornWhere gloom and brightness meet. The members sat in their strong deckchairs, Cannot be used in conjunction with other offers, or when switching memberships), Contact UsPrivacyForum RulesClassifieds RulesLink RemovalNewsletter SettingsAdvertising, Viewing 10 posts - 1 through 10 (of 10 total). They fall on deaf ears, heart turned asideWaiting for someone, arms open wideI have become lost, my own mistakeI went far from them, no path to take. It's a powerful memorial poem to celebrate someone who knew they were dying and lived life to its fullest up until their last breath. play up! A Bowlers Prayer anon A short, light-hearted, slightly religious verse praising the game of ten-pin bowling. Those who live long endure sadness and tearsBut youll never suffer the sorrowing yearsNo betrayal, no anger, no hatred, no fearsJust love only love in your lifetime. The seats are saggy from long time use,The rear-views broken; whos driving this car? My heart often pounding; Im going to burstCome on legs, keep going!I want to come first. Every gambler knowsThat the secret to survivinIs knowin what to throw awayAnd knowin what to keepCause every hands a winnerAnd every hands a loserAnd the best that you can hope forIs to die in your sleep.. Cricket is played by two teams of eleven players and two umpires. When I am dead, my dearest, Sing no sad songs for me; Plant thou no roses at my head, Nor shady cypress tree: With showers and dewdrops wet; And if thou wilt, remember, And if thou wilt, forget. Fossils ,storms,eroded coast.The shadow that I miss the most.A lonely voice, lost to the waves.Singing in a hidden cave.A silent humupon the shore,a voice thats never heard,no more.Maybe on some other plain,somewhere lost inside my brain.Words transcending from the grave,somewhere lost inside my brain. Roads go ever ever onUnder cloud and under star,Yet feet that wandering have goneTurn at last to home afar.Eyes that fire and sword have seenAnd horror in the halls of stoneLook at last on meadows greenAnd trees and hills they long have known. Yet how he laughed and won our love,though some showed a stunned surprise.Turning away, afraid to lookor even meet eyes. But now my shift is overIve done my very bestLast orders; its time for closureAnd time for me to rest. We light this candle that your light may always shineWith the love that you gave to us all. Another day has come again,As time moved surely on But nothing now seems quite the same,To know that he is gone.The days and weeks and months aheadWill never be the same Because a treasure beyond wordsCan never be replaced. R est in peace and know I will miss you every day. The Clock Of Life Robert H. Smith A short verse reflecting upon the inevitability of time passing.My Grandfathers Clock Henry Clay Work The classic childrens song in its entirety.Stop All The Clocks W. H. Auden A poem demanding that the whole world stop to mourn the passing of a loved one. When yesterday we thought about tomorrow; The professional on TV at the moment are women, so that's a very welcome change at least. And so, when we remember,Well think of all the rest.Well concentrate on earlier,And remember all the best. Monopolyseemed like a treacherous merry-go-round.He wanted to charge no rent,disperse property equally(having been taught to share),end the game, and go drinkhot cocoa unaware a monopolycontrolled the cocoa market. This cord does its work right from the startit binds us together attached to my heartI know that its there though no one can seethe invisible cord from my child to me. Pension Multiplier - commuted of full pension value used. adapted from the poem by Sherry L. Williams. Its all these thingsand so much more,so dont stress.If you lived your lifeWild-n-free,Then its been a success. The archer and his bow:Take aim and let the arrow fly,It hits, fast as lightning A perfect bulls-eye. Iron horses, hundreds strong,Come thundring through the gate;Sleeping souls on notice, fallenBiker nears his fate. This is one. From the first time that you hold em,Through every time you scold em,And every soiled nappy that youve changed,From all the crap you saw,They will always dish out more,Its just the way that children are arranged. Heaven by Rupert Brooke. This wretched pain inside of meMy throat, my heart, my now. A man who loves this land,And the beauty of its sand.I know of a springs fresh flowAnd autumns golden glow,Of a newborn calfs hesitation,And the eagles destination. Poems about people who liked a drink - in a healthy way. 5. The lowest of them all is Ace,but sometimes hes on top aboveand thats the moral of this verse:dont give up the game of love. Click on the title to continue reading, or browse a larger collection of funeral verses, including non-religious funeral poems and short verses. These are examples of the best cricket poems written by PoetrySoup members Home Submit Poems Login Sign Up Member Home My Poems My Quotes My Profile & Settings My Inboxes My Outboxes Soup Mail Contests Poems Poets Famous Poems Famous Poets Dictionary Types of Poems Quotes Short Stories Articles Forum Blogs Poem of the Day New Poems Resources . It's the life in your years." Well see your smile in every rayOf sunshine after rainAnd hear the of echo of your laughterOver all the pain. You cant condemn my peoplefor the way they comb their hair they are your people alsoand your griping is unfair.Please dont condemn my friendsfor the way they sit and stare perhaps they see much more than youhad ever hoped was there.They see a different life than youyet they are still the same,searching for some truth like you,trying to find a name.They live an age apart from you,you have no right to claimthe world belongs to only you we love it just the same. I can still hear you calling my name,then reality sets in and Im reminded my life will never be the same. Brothers and sisters came next,With that, an instant friend.Someone to look up to,Someone on whom to depend. When I speak your name,It still brings music to my ears,And I can still see your smileAs if heaven is so near. If it be in the dusk when, like an eyelids soundless blink,The dewfall-hawk comes crossing the shades to alightUpon the wind-warped upland thorn, a gazer may think,To him this must have been a familiar sight., If I pass during some nocturnal blackness, mothy and warm,When the hedgehog travels furtively over the lawn,One may say, He strove that such innocent creatures should come to no harm,But he could do little for them; and now he is gone.. Though I may forget you,its important that you seejust how much it means to methat you remember me. Pierce a bulls eye if you darethrow a fine dart through the aircenter it upon the dotgive it everything you got. My love, you gave yourself to meAnd life caught fire from your spark. Whats with this ballThat they could kick so high?It meant the worldTo you and them, so why? And so we meet again today,To toast your bodys end.For it was true and faithful,Until right at the end. He moved with such a sense of easeThat you could almost see the lightThat shone within him, the joy he feltIn his own lightness and the flightThat lifted him above the ground. A wife, a mother, a grandmother too,This is the legacy we have from you.You taught us love and how to fight,You gave us strength, you gave us might.A stronger person would be hard to find,And in your heart, you were always kind.You fought for us all in one way or another,Not just as a wife not just as a mother.For all of us you gave your best,Now the time has come for you to rest.So go in peace, youve earned your sleep,Your love in our hearts, well eternally keep. Blessed art Thou oh Lord our God!Thou hast made the sand, the grass the trees,and gently in the tallest oak,You waft a gentle breeze.You drew the bubbling little brook.You painted the placid pond.You sigh the deepest twilight.And smile the brightest dawn.Beneath the fog, beneath the mist,that drifts across the ground,You twirl Your mighty finger,and spin this world around.The hills, the valleys, the winding wood,inspire a soul to sing,was ever there such beauty, Lordwhere rolls the emerald greenOh God, I know You are a golfer,Your work does thus demand.It seems Your only handicap,is this thing that You call man.Can this be an island, Lord?A place of grace and charm.Away from daily trouble Lord,away from daily harm?We pray that this may be, dear God,a place where love extends.Where travellers come as strangersand golfers leave as friends! The Darkness Of The Theatre Mark Gregory A fitting poem for someone who loved watching movies at the cinema.Funeral Blues W. H. Auden The now famous poem thanks to its recital in the film Four Weddings and a Funeral.O Me! Dad Karen K. Boyer A poem reflecting upon how a father made his children throughout his life.Dear Old Dad Patience Strong A poem lamenting all the things we miss about our father.A Happy Man Edwin Arlington Robinson A verse about a father who feels as though his role in life has been fulfilled.Life Lessons Joanna Fuchs A verse admiring all the lessons a father taught his children.Memories Of Dad anon A poem reflecting on the positive influence a father had on his children.Not A Day Goes By, Dad anon Another poem about a fathers positive influence, and how it will never be forgotten.Our Father Kept A Garden anon Another lovely poem about everything our father taught us in his life.Thanks, Dad anon A verse thanking a father for everything his did during his life.That Man Cliff Sargeant A verse about all the wonderful things that man did for us during his life.Walk A Little Slower, Daddy Helen Bush A verse about following in a wonderful fathers giant footsteps.What Is A Dad? Im all the jobs rolled into one:Host, therapist, friend.I give the people what they want;Im basically a godsend. The slapping of my leathersand raging winds on either side,drum a beat of sweet contentmentas I ride this, my last ride. My cards are all rotten and I have forgottenWhos played and whats trumps and whats gone on my right!So for now its all over Im off to the back woodIm bidding good-bye to Gerber and Blackwood. Theatre of Dreams John Read A short verse lamenting the end of a wonderful act of living.Youll Never Walk Alone Rodgers and Hammerstein The well-known song can work just as well as spoken word. He saw the road was getting roughAnd the hills were hard to climb,So he closed your weary eyelidsAnd whispered, Peace be thine.. When I do finally reach that triple pirouetteand all is done and all is setI put myself back into classAiming for a fourth, to be better than the last. Rev. A limb has fallen from the family tree.I keep hearing a voice that says,Grieve not for me.Remember the best times,the laughter, the song.The good life I livedwhile I was strong.Continue my heritage,Im counting on you.Keep smiling and surelythe sun will shine through.My mind is at ease,my soul is at rest.Remembering all,how I truly was blessed.Continue traditions,no matter how small.Go on with your life,dont worry about falls.I miss you all dearly,so keep up your chin.Until the day comeswere together again..
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