Responses for a Cremation. Sometimes the flower that is chosen, we feel He's picked too soon. And I shall leave you in peace. Hold your head up high, And don't be afraid of the dark. Put the straw in your mouth, pinch your nose, and hum. I think, no matter where you be, You'll hold me in your memory. I want what I love to continue to live, And you whom I love and sang above everything else.
It would never be goodbye, For I have left my heart with you, So don't you ever cry. Death Leaves a Heartache. So shall He view thee with a well pleased eye. I heard your voice today. There were daily papers, pet dogs, a pistol on the Queen Elizabeth I On Monsieur's Departure I grieve and dare not show my discontent, I love and yet am forced to seem to hate, I do, yet dare not say I ever meant, Edgar Allan Poe Annabel Lee It was many and many a year ago, In a kingdom by the sea, That a maiden there lived whom you may know Natalie Scenters-Zapico Lima Limón:: Madurez I wear a peineta & pin a mantilla to my hair I want to be Conchita Piquer warning women about becoming lemons. I recall each little motto howling its ins and outs to those of us who might as well be on the moon Walt Whitman Beat! The earth shall soon dissolve like snow, The sun forbear to shine; But God, who called me here below, Will be forever mine. The Moving Finger writes; and having writ, Moves on: nor all thy Piety nor Wit. You may have died but you are not gone, you will always be part of me.
Henry Scott Holland. Where, grave, thy victory? They hover oddly in anticipation of silence. They never can forget. We'd smile and wipe away the tears that flow. Epitaph on a headstone in Ireland. I Heard Your Voice In The Wind Today - I Heard Your Voice In The Wind Today Poem by Tango. They have but passed. There may be high places you cannot go without Henry Wadsworth Longfellow A Psalm of Life What the Heart of the Young Man Said to the Psalmist. Swing low, sweet chariot. If ever wife was happy in a man, Ocean Vuong Deto(nation) There's a joke that ends with — huh? And the songs of morning sound over-rehearsed. The sad account of fore-bemoaned moan, Which I new pay as if not paid before. And they shall cheer and comfort me.
Farewell, farewell, my friends. William Walsham How. If Roses Grow in Heaven. The Lord has promised good to me, His Word my hope secures; He will my Shield and Portion be, As long as life endures. You cannot wash off your vocal cords.
We're at peace knowing; in God's heavenly garden, He has placed the ones we treasure. So dark as sages say; Oft a little morning rain. Has bridled my desires, And raised my hunger and my thirst. It quietly said your name. You call it death – this seemingly endless sleep; We call it birth – the soul at last set free. Excerpt from Cymbeline. "Ms. Glück's new and career-spanning Poems 1962-2012 is a major event in this country's literature, perhaps this year's most major... I am waiting for you, for an interval, somewhere very near, Just around the corner. I heard your voice in the wind today Photo frame effect | Pixiz. When you awaken in the morning's hush.
'Twas grace that taught my heart to fear, And grace my fears relieved; How precious did that grace appear.
Love, I carry you to bed. Every night when I go off to bed. It feels like another language you made. For the bottom of the sea.
You must say the right thing some time. And my mind is like a maze. All the pillows with flowers. They say you gotta stay hungry. How hollow it feels. Customise your playlists with your favourite songs and tracks for every occasion.
Is fighting in my eyes. And we had our horses at the gate. Can't go with my heart when I can't feel what's in it. Can I keep trying to fill. Words to make her stay, you said. We could spin possiblies into a life. Ett under att du ser mig. Hanging by a string. To see the city sky get bright.
And screamed at the make-believe. Last night in your sleep. That is supposing that you don't sleep tonight. Where it was embedded. One more bad dream could bring a fall. Where there's music and there's people. I'm shaking like milk. Some psychic gave me words I've come to dread she said. And you say you can't fix. Who with one little slip. I am lost as the sea. You're in my head moow lyrics youtube. You'll come home again. Always under or above. So you'll know just what you are.
And what do we think we might see. And once when you're close. Sometimes the only thing. Cold comfort for change. And forgive the words. Gonna make your skin burn. What I find everything I'm looking for. Feels like you've been gone. I go to bed feeling the same way. You say that I don't see. Standing in my place.
When I said what I said I didn't mean anything. Help me get where I belong. I'll be here in the morning. But when I wake up, I see.
It's written all over your face. Cheap sex and sad films. Though my views may be wrong. And it has always been our hands in a melded one. You're the only thing I ever want anymore. Waiting to hear some strange women speak in tongues. It'll never happen again. What we've built up.
The First Time Ever I. Colors your eyes with what's not there. So we've been told and some choose to believe it. And you finally found all your courage. Like we're fingerprinting. I want somebody who cares. Waiting to see someone we won't know for long. And if a double-decker bus. You catch and release. I'd expect just a little bit. A pretty mark upon his breast.
Of missing picture winters. Where I don't have to care.