So from this moment, lets endeavourTo celebrate these worlds so clever;Well think of them, whenever, wherever:A legacy, to go on forever. Death is an inevitable fate.Someday we have to go.You hope you didyour best in life,but how are you to know? Stepping into his workshop to start the day,Different pieces of wood laid in array,The scent of cedar filling the air,A piece of furniture he works to prepare,Handcrafted with love and the finest precision,A work came to life with what he could envision,Measuring the wood for the perfect size,Tape measure at hand from his supplies,Reaching for a saw lying on a shelf,He whistles a familiar tune to himself,Cutting the wood with the utmost care,A type of craftsmanship no other can compare,Skilled at working with his hands,He strives to use them for all of lifes demands,Hands that could craft his hearts desires,Creating a lifetime of work to be forever admired,The ability to turn something simple into grand,The only tools he needed were his left and right hand,Each piece of work embodies his spirit and love,A talent he was blessed with from the Lord above,The carpenter lives on through his creations,His heart the framework to all his foundations, Why, Oh why, didnt I build my own coffin?Now that the chips are downThen I wouldnt have a splinter in my bumWith me unable to protest in sound, My lifes jigsaw is dovetailed awayAnd its my turn now to walk the plankBut my coffin maker also made the boatAnd fortunately for me, it sank, Ashes to ashes, sawdust to sawdustMy preservative has whittled awayFarewell to the woods, farewell to the treesA master craftsman now lies at ease. The steps grew larger, the land less greatMy eyes more tired, my path less straightThe bells kept ringing, farther awayToo many to count, their sound now grey. So dance beyond those golden gates,And join your loving mum.Ill see you when Im sleeping,And pray for you to come. We never had the chance to play,To laugh, to rock, to wiggle.We long to hold you, touch you nowAnd listen to you giggle. Poems for those who enjoyed the art of bell ringing, or who simply enjoyed the sound of church bells. I pray the umpire knows his job,And doesnt lift his finger.But if he does I pledge to you:Ill not forlornly linger. May each new day be a perfect gift.May love surround you, may your spirits lift. She probably carried kindling to stoke the kitchen fire.To hold a load of laundry, or to wipe the clothesline wire.When canning all her vegetables, it was used to wipe her brow.You never know, she might have used it to shoo flies from the cow. If thou wouldst win, and not thy fortune rue,Subdue thyself yet to thyself be true. Poems for those who had plenty of furry and feathered friends. Each one was pieced with tender care,With threads of love and light,A labour of love taking time and skill,For each quilt that lay in sight. Poems for those who enjoyed filling in those tantalising blanks across and down. Some things we dont find easyto accept or understand.Until we realize theyre part ofour Creators perfect plan. Main Menu. Farewell my friend, youre leaving.Its time for you to go.Your friendship was a blessing,And I will miss you so.We shared so many secrets.You brightened up my days.You brought me so much happinessWith your kind and loving ways.You lifted up my spiritsWhen I was feeling blue.No matter what was happening,You knew just what to do.We ran between the raindropsAnd walked beneath the sun,Ran barefoot in the summertime,And oh, we had such fun.Through all the ups and downs of lifeThe good times and the sad,From high school days to golden years,The best friend I ever had.God is here to take you home.Now you and I must part.I love you, and foreverYou will live within my heart. So, Granddad, I will say goodbye.I love and miss you with all my heart,But as long as I have my loving memories,We will never be too far apart. Margaret Thatchers ashes are to be interred at the Royal Chelsea Hospital. Now both of us have been to school though many years ago we both have passed our English gradesbut still we do not know! Verses are listed by category, and alphabetically. We have but a short timeOn this earth,So value your lifeFor what its really worth. When my bowling ball reaches the end of the alleyI hope for a strike.And when my life culminates in a dramatic finale,Heres what Id like: Id like to look back and not to feel blue;But to know that I rumbled through life straight and true.Id like to laugh at all the times I made your sides split,With moments of hilarity, of humour and of wit. extract from The Tempest by William Shakespeare. Poems about grandfathers, grandpas, and gramps. But oh! radcliff ky city council candidates 2020 Stretching my limbsChoreographing on a whimAlways aiming to be strongerTo hold my arabesque longer. I imagine you laughingYour heart lovingly set freeYou understand my griefIn ways I cannot see. Dont be sad for me todayFor me please do not weepCall upon your memoriesThey are yours to keep. Ive seen her use that apronTo wipe her dripping browAs she laboured over the big rangeThats just an antique now. As you bid me farewell this one last timeSpray me with natures flowers and loveFor I will need those memoriesAs I watched you from above. Im stuck in this uncomfortable place of pain that no one can see.I ask God to bring you back as I fall to my knees. They help to capture the spirit of the person lost and express the feelings of the people left behind. O my goodness, whatever do I seeIs that a man coming over to meI feel a blush come from neck to my faceAnd my poor heart is beginning to race. Once it was new, best thing on the road,But now its just old; so whos driving this car? 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. The draping, it is perfectNo wrinkles will you seeA symbol of a nationA reminder that were free. And the bar stayed open all day. The sun goes down,But gentle warmthStill lingers on the land. Ruth E. Renkl. It wove its way within our hearts, in all our hopes and dreams,Until the very purest love became my tiny wings.Although I could not stay with you, I knew right from the start,That once you felt your angels love, youd keep me in your hearts. Broken beyond repair? I dont know how to make it through this,when all I want is to call it quits. Dont weep at my grave,For I am not there.Ive a date with a butterflyTo dance in the air.Ill be singing in the sunshine,Wild and free,Playing tag with the windWhile Im waiting for thee. Thousands of bells chimed from afarDistant, soft, and gentle they seemedThousands of steps stretched between usBut with ten thousand bells at my sideI would never be lost. Beneath the world of land and skyIs another world; a world that IHave visited for a time, but could not stayAs long as I wanted. His was a life full of kindness and heart,He was selfless, private, but always played his partCaring for animals to him was like art,And his example inspired many others to start. Each angel was a fishermanWho had traded his poleFor golden wings and a game planAt Heavens Fishing Hole. Coast to coast across England in one day;A hundred miles in one trip. Capitulation anon A poem about the highs and lows of bridge, and always being on the verge of quitting.The Gambler Kenny Rogers The lyrics to Rogers infamous song about the train ride with the gambler.A Keen Bridge Player Simon Lucas A humorous limerick about forgetting to remove the jokers! I stand on the podium, proud and boldIm wearing a medalAn Olympic Gold! I sit right beside you when you are sadAnd you look through the photos of times that we hadI watch you sleeping, I hold you so tightBefore I go, I kiss you goodnight. For though from out our bourn of Time and PlaceThe flood may bear me far,I hope to see my Pilot face to faceWhen I have crossed the bar. And even though the price of time and consequences of agedenied his body its greatest love of life as wageit never quenched his firefighters soul of its wondrous and noble ragenor that intense need burning so deep in his heartto save each life and shelter from being another victory for a fires page. Just wish me to be near you,And Ill be there with you. A line, a house would pass me byThe frustration could make a grown man cry! I will still keep you withinFreedom is importantThe wild roar of your heartis not for me anymoreI am allowing you to make your next journey. They say the answer has five lettersbut I now have had enough;I found the answer in the back apparently its GRUFF! Thousands of bells chimed overheadTheir lovely tone shaping my thoughtsSplendid new lands danced in my sightBut with ten thousand bells as my guideI would never be lost. Poems for those who enjoyed the challenges of rock climbing, hiking, and fell-walking. Entered to the contest "Haiku Encyclopedia" as a shasei haiku. Each time we see a little cloudOr a rainbow soaring highWell think of you and gentlyWipe a tear from our eye. So jealously I stare at the starsBut you are all I see;For they are where your heart residesAnd where I long to be. Having this knowledge makes the fire fighters,our heroesof the past, present and future. Youve made me laugh,when I wanted to cry.Youve made me stronger,when I felt so weak I could die. Your life was fueled by coffee,That much we know is true.It was more than just a drink,But a way of life for you. Poems for those who really enjoyed a cup of tea and the inner peace and warmth that it brought with it. My father-in-law was cricket barmy. And Rest Rev. Poems perfect for amateur and professional sailors, or simply someone who loved all things boat. He wanted someone to hold usAnd show respect for others.He wanted someone whod be gentle,So he created mothers. Luther F. Beecher. No more a watch to stand, Old Sailor.For you are drifting on an ebbing tide.Eight Bells has rung. Sometimes Jacks come out to play,theyre a joyful bunch and kind.It happens they overrule the Kings,but isnt it true that love is blind? And yet, I watch the magic that they bringWith ease and supple strength and smiling face.They leap and spin and fly and then they swing,Theres nothing that they do thats commonplace. Every songbird has its own unique songAnd yours is my favourite.Would my first steps be as hasty if not for its tempo?Would my spirits be as high if not for its key?Your song walked with me as I grew upLike an underscore, lifting me.And I have always listened, and I always will.For no matter how quiet your tune gets,As the years go on and time passes,Even if it fades out to a gentle hum,The echo of your melody will continue to guide meAnd shape me into the (wo)man that I will become.So, although you arent here to sing it,The beat of your song will continue in our hearts.Its steady rhythm will keep us on track.And now every time I hear a songbirds song,I will think of you, and I will sing back. There is no frigate like a bookTo take us lands away,Nor any coursers like a pageOf prancing poetry. Poems about those who were selfless in all aspects of their lives. The Dash Linda Ellis A verse pondering on making the most of the years between birth and death.If Rudyard Kipling Kiplings famous poem about what it means to be a man.A Life Well Lived anon A poem for someone who lived life to its fullest.Man In The Mirror Dale Wimbrow A reflective piece suggesting the most important opinion of you is your own.A Song Of Living Amelia Josephine Burr A verse which suggests loving life and living it fully leads to no regrets.Success Bessie Anderson Stanley A reflection upon what it means to be successful in life.Successful Life Eugene Grinman A poem pondering over what it means to have lived a successful life.The Time Is Now Bettina Van Vaerenbergh A poem encouraging us all to live well, and live in the now.When Great Trees Fall Maya Angelou A poem in free verse about how we feel when great people die. So when you talk of family lifeOr how it used to beThough many had more moneyNone were as rich as me.