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Open Question: picture in a frame poem about being dead?

my grandmother recorded a poem about death, it was about when I'm gone and I'm just a picture in a frame. It was a lovely piece and now she has passed away, I was hoping that someone could read it at the funeral only we have searched high and low in her house and cant find it. Does it sound familiar and does anyone know where I can find it to print off?thank you they are both lovely peices but i remember that it had a line in it about forgetting cross words or sorrow, something along those lines, I'm wondering if it something she wrote herself, I've tried googling it but to no avail more

Open Question: should i go to the funeral?

Hi guys Soo my uncle died a few weeks ago, and the funeral is in a few days time. I was quite close to my uncle, as he helped me with my GCSE's. And he generally was a great guy, but he was ill. I was the last person to find out he died; cause my family kept it from me, to 'protect me'. but lately everyone is watching me like a hawk, for my reaction; i haven't cried to anyone in my family. My dad is always crying; as he has lost a brother; but it's soo weird i've never seen him cry before...anyway; i don't really want to go to the funeral, my mum has asked me to sing a song, or recite a poem- i'm okay with that, but i feel un easy around people who are crying and mourning; it's like people want me to drop to the floor in tears. Yesterday i did cry; for the first time; luckily my bf was there, he didn't say much he just held me, which i really appreciated. My friend who is very blunt, asked me why i had not cried yet, i don't want to give the impression i don't care, cause i miss my uncle. but i don't want to go to the funeral; i haven't told my dad..i told my mum and she says i should re-consider. & my bf is only going if i go. so do u think i should suck it up, be respectful and go, or is there another way i can say goodbye..or coud i just stay home? please hellp...thank you. xxxohhh btw i'm 17 more

Resolved Question: I'm urgently in need of a free paint shop pro picture frame on the theme of seashells.?

I'm urgently in need of a free paint shop pro picture frame on the theme of seashells. Does anyone have any idea where I can download one? It's for a poster/poem print for the funeral of the mother of a friend of mine. Any help would be gratefully received. Thanks Jx more

Open Question: Does anyone know who wrote this poem?

We think it is called The Outlaw Of Glenigle. My nana wants it read at her funeral and we cant find the entire poem. The last verse is And she doffed her hat and her gold hair floated free And the outlaw of glenigle was just a broken ladies hack. I hope someone can help my nana's last wish come true. Thank you for any help. more

Voting Question: my nan just died and i need a good poem any ideas?

my nan has just died:( and i was wondering if anyone has got a lovely poem what everyone will hear at the funeral tomoz pleasse help more

Voting Question: Do you think you can escape the wrath of my heart?

You can't escape the wrath of my heart Beating to your funeral song (You're so alone) All faith is lost for hell regained And love dust in the hands of shame (Just be brave) Let me bleed you this song of my heart deformed And lead you along this path in the dark Where I belong 'till I feel your warmth Hold me Like you held on to life When all fears came alive and entombed me Love me Like you love the sun Scorching the blood in my vampire heart I'll be the thorns on every rose You've been sent by hope (You'll grow cold) I am the nightmare waking you up From the dream of a dream of love (Just like before) Let me weep you this poem as Heaven's gates close Paint you my soul, scarred and alone Waiting for your kiss to take me back home Hold me Like you held on to life When all fears came alive and entombed me Love me Like you love the sun Scorching the blood in my vampire heart Hold me Like you held on to life When all fears came alive and entombed me Love me Like you love the sun Scorching the blood in my vampire heart Hold me (Like you held on to life) Like you held on to life (When all fears came alive and entombed me) My vampire heart Love me (Like you love the sun) Like you love the sun (Scorching the blood in my) My vampire heart more

Resolved Question: Which one for my little Aimee's funeral.?

We lost one of our little girls.Which poem is better for the funeral. she's 2 so I wanted somthing pretty for a toddler I'll hold From the very beginning I loved you, As I made plans to hold you and rock you: You were tiny and helpless as you lay in my womb, But something went wrong and soon you were gone; My young heart was broken, my tears fell like rain, I'd never known such heartache and pain. I wonder who you look like, me or your dad, Do you have my smile and his eyes? Would you have been big and tall or tiny and small? We had dreams for you that reached to the skies. It was long, long ago and I still miss you so, Thanks to Jesus, I'll see you in heaven. I'll hold you in heaven someday, When my trials on earth pass away; The angels have rocked you, the Father watches over you, I know you're waiting for me; I never could hold you or tell you "Goodbye", But I'll hold you in heaven someday Little Angel Angel rest your wings sit with me for awhile. How I long to hold your hand, And see your tender smile. Tiny Angel, look at me, I want this image clear.... That I will forget your precious face Is my biggest fear. Tiny Angel can you tell me, Why you have gone away? You weren't here for very long.... Why is it, you couldn't stay? Tiny Angel shook her head, "These things I do not know.... But I do know that you love me, And that I love you so". more

Voting Question: what eulogy poem was about an airplane?

I heard a eulogy poem at a funeral and it was about a plane goin out and comming in, but i dont know what its called. does anyone know????? more

Resolved Question: Does anyone know of a reflection of life poem for a funeral memorial?

I'm putting together a photo collage and I'd like to add a poem throughout the collage. I've been searching funeral poems, but they all speak of death and I would like one reflecting on life. I'd like something that comes across as I have led a full and happy life, do not grieve for me. I'd like this to be something that offers comfort for the family, and reminds them of the good times not bad. My preference would be to keep it short, because the collage is busy with photos. Does anyone know of one? I've searched but cannot find anything fitting. I'd write it myself, but I am not a writer. more

Resolved Question: Will you read my poem about this girl who was murdered..her fathers a minister?

Benjamin Reed There was something in the water Something very small and dead “It is the minister’s dear old daughter” That is what the investigator said And when the minister came to find His daughter bleeding in the lake He let out a wail, his face did pale A funeral his screams did make “Who did this to her” he said Letting out a long agonizing cry “We do not know but we are working On the case” Said the investigator letting out a sigh Sympathy written on his face When her body was being covered Her feet were the last thing that he saw And he stormed into his empty home He banged his clenched fist on the wall Then the next morning Amidst the horizon beaming yellow There came a mysterious call: “This is Investigator Riley, We think we may have found a lead” At the sheriff’s department: “He goes by Benjamin Reed” The minister took the picture sketch And asked, “May I have this?” He quickly left the building Consumed by sorrow’s bliss And drove away in his car Anger and ignorance commingling Vengeance wasn’t drifting far He asked so many people, So many people indeed He would not stop asking Until he found this Benjamin Reed He looked deep in the taverns Where the alcohol was passed around Until he came upon a strip club Where Benjamin Reed was found “Hey, You!” pointing his finger And then the chase began The minister chased him up the alleys He chased him down the streets He chased him past O Malley’s Where his daughter had shopped for beets Memories of her came flooding back And his taste for vengeance grew forlorn He was on his heels then he jumped upon his back “You killed my daughter, my happiness you did scorn!” His eyes glowered with the passion of a father Merciless for his dear old blood “Benjamin Reed! Ah! I know tis’ you!” This was Benjamin Reed’s waterloo He had no choice but to look in the face Of the man he had hurt so deeply Minister said, “You are such a disgrace” “Death shall be your only pleasure” And he pulled out his cold, hard pistol And pulled Benjamin Reed to his feet And he put the steel to his head His anger pure and very concrete He shot him dead, He shot him dead But thirst for vengeance was not the way Although revenge may taste sweet and gay The Minister was killed the very next day The last thing nobody saw was his praying feet more

Resolved Question: Need help to write a poem for my Uncle's funeral. More details inside?

My Aunt has asked me to write a poem for my uncle's funeral. As I don't want to disclose their names, let's just call my aunt Mary and My Uncle Harry. So "Harry" was terminally ill with cancer and he loved tractors and his wife. They didn't have any children. "Mary" is the type of woman who likes to be mentioned in everything. "Harry" and "Mary" all had a lot of nieces and nephews whom he also loved dearly. So, Could you help me to write a poem for him or provide a sample? more

Resolved Question: Can you try and tell me the moral of this poem? I also need to know the mood it is presented in.?

Poem is "The Boy Who Laughed At Santa Claus" by Odgen Nash. In Baltimore there lived a boy. He wasn't anybody's joy. Although his name was Jabez Dawes, His character was full of flaws. In school he never led his classes, He hid old ladies' reading glasses, His mouth was open when he chewed, And elbows to the table glued. He stole the milk of hungry kittens, And walked through doors marked NO ADMITTANCE. He said he acted thus because There wasn't any Santa Claus. Another trick that tickled Jabez Was crying 'Boo' at little babies. He brushed his teeth, they said in town, Sideways instead of up and down. Yet people pardoned every sin, And viewed his antics with a grin, Till they were told by Jabez Dawes, 'There isn't any Santa Claus!' Deploring how he did behave, His parents swiftly sought their grave. They hurried through the portals pearly, And Jabez left the funeral early. Like whooping cough, from child to child, He sped to spread the rumor wild: 'Sure as my name is Jabez Dawes There isn't any Santa Claus!' Slunk like a weasel of a marten Through nursery and kindergarten, Whispering low to every tot, 'There isn't any, no there's not!' The children wept all Christmas eve And Jabez chortled up his sleeve. No infant dared hang up his stocking For fear of Jabez' ribald mocking. He sprawled on his untidy bed, Fresh malice dancing in his head, When presently with scalp-a-tingling, Jabez heard a distant jingling; He heard the crunch of sleigh and hoof Crisply alighting on the roof. What good to rise and bar the door? A shower of soot was on the floor. What was beheld by Jabez Dawes? The fireplace full of Santa Claus! Then Jabez fell upon his knees With cries of 'Don't,' and 'Pretty Please.' He howled, 'I don't know where you read it, But anyhow, I never said it!' 'Jabez' replied the angry saint, 'It isn't I, it's you that ain't. Although there is a Santa Claus, There isn't any Jabez Dawes!' Said Jabez then with impudent vim, 'Oh, yes there is, and I am him! Your magic don't scare me, it doesn't' And suddenly he found he wasn't! From grimy feet to grimy locks, Jabez became a Jack-in-the-box, An ugly toy with springs unsprung, Forever sticking out his tongue. The neighbors heard his mournful squeal; They searched for him, but not with zeal. No trace was found of Jabez Dawes, Which led to thunderous applause, And people drank a loving cup And went and hung their stockings up. All you who sneer at Santa Claus, Beware the fate of Jabez Dawes, The saucy boy who mocked the saint. Donner and Blitzen licked off his paint. more

Resolved Question: the wailing for the fallen...a poem I should think?

leaves converse complain in hushed angry tones and sky has drawn and still gathers a foreboding expression a threat of tears looms heavy on the earths cheek even birds barely sing on this perfect day for a funeral a crowd has had gathered from far and near alike wearing faces of bitter loss or of solemn facade today a hero will go the way of traditions ceremony the affair of grief for those that live on a holy man made his way through the procession as the military fanfare reaches close and as you strode a sob erupted both from women and from solderers as he reached the pew he retrieves a eulogy unfolds as his throat is cleared and even before his voice found announcement dearly beloved we are his eyes lock with a stern faced woman fer gaze a thousand yards the emotion takes him then as tears stream down his face he lights uses the paper with dried ink to light the fire of a hero’s way of life but this day a mighty sword had bested pens as wails went up to the heavens the plume could be seen for miles a pyre for a funeral and flames of passion for a lifeoops that should read as he strode =Poh and that should read the pulpit not the pew seesh I should really spend more time on the editing thing sighher gaze her gaze a thousand yards sheesh it is like when I try to talk like this =P more

Resolved Question: Help with a funeral poem for my grandmother?

I need some help finding a poem for my grandmother who just passed...i know the best idea would be to write one of my own, but i only met her once, briefly....anyone know of any good poems that are semi-religious, the service is being held in a church. Thank you. more

Resolved Question: Funeral readings for my grandfather?

My grandfather died on Monday and it's his funeral next Monday. Me and my cousin who is 6 days older then me have been asked by my Nan to do a recital or a poem reading of 1 poem. Problem is we can't find any. He was a jazz musician and loved all kinds of music. We liked this one about footsteps but can't find it... We need something that shows how he was kind and helped everybody. We were extremely close to him and need something to show that for his final good bye. Thank you. He was also an atheist but loved church so not something too bibley. I am a religist but he isn't. Thanks.he was an atheist as he was not a religon but he loved the music and he believed there was something out there. He was very interested also in church and he was actually only an atheist because he always siad he was too busy to go to church, okay?look it was what he said. i am not exactly adult okay i'm 14! please leve me alone. more

Resolved Question: Funeral for my Grandfather?

Voting Question: Help me with a poem please?

One of my brothers friends just died in a car crash and his funeral is in a few days. my mom was looking for a poem. any one have a poem or a link to get me one. I've looked all over but can't find one i like. please help me. more

Resolved Question: A Southern reality poem...Do your friends here inspire you?

Dear Son, I am writing this real slow, 'cause I know you can't read very fast. We don't live where we did when you left. You read in the paper that most accidents happen within twenty miles of home so we moved. I won't be able to send you the address 'cause we don't have one. The last family that lived here took the numbers off the house with them for their next house, so they wouldn't have to change their address. This place has a washing machine. The first day I put four shirts in, pulled the chain and I ain't seem 'em since. It only rained twice this week. Three days the first time and four days the second time. You know the coat you wanted me to send to you? Well ... Aunt Sue said it would be too heavy to send in the mail with them heavy buttons on it, so we cut them off and put them in the pockets. We got a letter from the funeral home. They said if we don't make the last payment on Granny's funeral bill ... UP SHE COMES! Your sister had a baby this morning, I ain't heard whether it is a boy or a girl, so I don't know if you're an uncle or an aunt. Your Uncle John fell in a whiskey vat, some men tried to pull him out, but he fought them off, so he drowned. We cremated him and he burned for three days. Three of your friends went off the bridge in a pick-up truck. One was driving, the other two were in the back. The driver got out. He rolled the window down and swam to safety. The other two drowned. They couldn't get the tailgate down. There's not much news this time, nothin' much has happened. Love, Mama P.S. I was gonna put 20 dollars in with the letter, but the envelope was sealed. more

Resolved Question: Could you tell me the metaphor in this poem?

Please list al the metaphor in this poem. Metaphors are comparisons that show how two things that are not alike in most ways are similar in one important way. Metaphors are a way to describe something. Authors use them to make their writing more interesting or entertaining. Unlike similes that use the words “as” or “like” to make a comparison, metaphors state that something is something else. The lady of shallot On either side the river lie Long fields of barley and of rye, That clothe the wold and meet the sky; And thro' the field the road runs by To many-tower'd Camelot; And up and down the people go, Gazing where the lilies blow Round an island there below, The island of Shalott. Willows whiten, aspens quiver, Little breezes dusk and shiver Through the wave that runs for ever By the island in the river Flowing down to Camelot. Four grey walls, and four grey towers, Overlook a space of flowers, And the silent isle imbowers The Lady of Shalott. By the margin, willow veil'd, Slide the heavy barges trail'd By slow horses; and unhail'd The shallop flitteth silken-sail'd Skimming down to Camelot: But who hath seen her wave her hand? Or at the casement seen her stand? Or is she known in all the land, The Lady of Shalott? Only reapers, reaping early, In among the bearded barley Hear a song that echoes cheerly From the river winding clearly; Down to tower'd Camelot; And by the moon the reaper weary, Piling sheaves in uplands airy, Listening, whispers, " 'Tis the fairy Lady of Shalott." There she weaves by night and day A magic web with colours gay. She has heard a whisper say, A curse is on her if she stay To look down to Camelot. She knows not what the curse may be, And so she weaveth steadily, And little other care hath she, The Lady of Shalott. And moving through a mirror clear That hangs before her all the year, Shadows of the world appear. There she sees the highway near Winding down to Camelot; There the river eddy whirls, And there the surly village churls, And the red cloaks of market girls Pass onward from Shalott. Sometimes a troop of damsels glad, An abbot on an ambling pad, Sometimes a curly shepherd lad, Or long-hair'd page in crimson clad Goes by to tower'd Camelot; And sometimes through the mirror blue The knights come riding two and two. She hath no loyal Knight and true, The Lady of Shalott. But in her web she still delights To weave the mirror's magic sights, For often through the silent nights A funeral, with plumes and lights And music, went to Camelot; Or when the Moon was overhead, Came two young lovers lately wed. "I am half sick of shadows," said The Lady of Shalott. A bow-shot from her bower-eaves, He rode between the barley sheaves, The sun came dazzling thro' the leaves, And flamed upon the brazen greaves Of bold Sir Lancelot. A red-cross knight for ever kneel'd To a lady in his shield, That sparkled on the yellow field, Beside remote Shalott. The gemmy bridle glitter'd free, Like to some branch of stars we see Hung in the golden Galaxy. The bridle bells rang merrily As he rode down to Camelot: And from his blazon'd baldric slung A mighty silver bugle hung, And as he rode his armor rung Beside remote Shalott. All in the blue unclouded weather Thick-jewell'd shone the saddle-leather, The helmet and the helmet-feather Burn'd like one burning flame together, As he rode down to Camelot. As often thro' the purple night, Below the starry clusters bright, Some bearded meteor, burning bright, Moves over still Shalott. His broad clear brow in sunlight glow'd; On burnish'd hooves his war-horse trode; From underneath his helmet flow'd His coal-black curls as on he rode, As he rode down to Camelot. From the bank and from the river He flashed into the crystal mirror, "Tirra lirra," by the river Sang Sir Lancelot. She left the web, she left the loom, She made three paces through the room, She saw the water-lily bloom, She saw the helmet and the plume, She look'd down to Camelot. Out flew the web and floated wide; The mirror crack'd from side to side; "The curse is come upon me," cried The Lady of Shalott. In the stormy east-wind straining, The pale yellow woods were waning, The broad stream in his banks complaining. Heavily the low sky raining Over tower'd Camelot; Down she came and found a boat Beneath a willow left afloat, And around about the prow she wrote The Lady of Shalott. And down the river's dim expanse Like some bold seer in a trance, Seeing all his own mischance -- With a glassy countenance Did she look to Camelot. And at the closing of the day She loosed the chain, and down she lay; The broad stream bore her far away, The Lady of Shalott. Lying, robed in snowy white Th more

Resolved Question: What do you think this song means? Vampire Heart!?

You can't escape the wrath of my heart Beating to your funeral song All faith is lust for hell regained And love dust in the hands of shame Let me bleed you this song of my heart deformed And lead you along this path in the dark Where I belong until I feel your warmth Hold me like you held on to life When all fears came alive and entombed me Love me like you loved the sun Scorching the blood in my vampire heart I am the thorns in every rose, you've been sent by hope I am the nightmare waking you up from the dream of a dream of love Let me weep you this poem as heaven's gates close And paint you my soul scarred and alone Waiting for your kiss to take me back home Hold me like you held on to life When all fears came alive and entombed me Love me like you loved the sun Scorching the blood in my vampire heart more

Resolved Question: what tone poem composed Mozart for Beethoven´s wife funeral?

Resolved Question: i cant remember the poem in full?

i cant remember all the words but i know the end of a couple of verses is: I am not gone I am not dead! please people help me it was at a friends mum's funeral and he forgot it i want to remind him of the poem because it helped him get over his mother. please if anyone knows the words tothe poem please answer my question.thanks i got it Do Not Stand At My Grave and Weep Do not stand at 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 on ripened grain. I am the gentle autumn rain. When you awaken in the morning's hush I am the swift uplifting rush Of quiet birds in circled flight. I am the soft stars that shine at night. Do not stand at my grave and cry; I am not there, I did not die more

Resolved Question: grandma died and need a poem?

ok so my grandmother just died. and im helping my mom pick out a poem to say at her funeral. it has to be short but not too short. and it has to be meaningful. can anyone help? more

Resolved Question: I need a poem/reading for my grandma's funeral - help!?

I'd rather use one that's personal about grandmas or grandparents rather than reading as if I am the person who has passed away - if that makes sense!!!! Am getting desperate as I cant find anything........ more

Voting Question: is this a good poem? please help!?

Roses in a shade of cream, fall upon us in this dream An ebony coffin in a windowed room up above the shining moon Roses in a shade of scarlet also in a shade of garnet Dead is the woman dead in the night she is dead as i write Grieving, crying many surround An ebony coffin where the dead is found the ebony coffin moves out through the door carried my many whom she adored onto the wet cold hard ground dark as the night she will be found A hole is dug with a rusty spade Her burial place is quickly made lowered down with a rope the people crying can barely cope a person in black steps out from the crowd his footsteps are muted not even a sound he pulls from a pocket a bouquet, it would seem roses in a shade of cream ps. i've never been to a funeraljust saying, nobody i know has died and i've never ever been to a funeral. i just made this up... more

Resolved Question: how can i overcome small fears?

im generally quite a brave person. i can do stuff in front of millions of ppl and not be nervous. i once gave a speech in church about my dad dying, i read a poem out aloud at his funeral. i go to a school miles away from all the rest of my family. but its just little things that im absulutly TERRIFYED of! like... balloons popping spiders big rides telling my 'friend' what i really think of her gory horror movies how do i overcome these little things? more

Resolved Question: Star this poem if you like it and you may get ten points if you're lucky?

When the human race is dead All I hope to see is red Dead bodies in bed I will rip off their head I don't care the names that people call me I'll get revenge and they'll see The whole world will bleed That is my darkest dream I will laugh at funerals Mark dead bodies with dark numerals It will be a big change It will be arranged This hate will stronger I will surely last longer Terrorists and heroes Will be dead at the number zero I will laugh at these pathetic weapons humans carry They will not be saved by their fictional fairy Every death is very painful and slow Before Hell is the place they go Humans will all die someday And on that day I'll be OK because I'll be somewhere else Making sure they're in hell with my help more

Resolved Question: Star this poem if you like it and you might get 10 points?

As I hate hate and hate, My dark destiny awaits To destroy the human race. This is my darkest fate I am my own nightmare I never really cared I hate the human race All and every face All the gangs and thugs All the people on drugs and All the police who help I Hope they rot in hell Nobody should survive Everybody loves to lie This world doesn't make me cry It just makes me want to see them die Every Funeral that becomes real I feel the angel's feel That's pretty much the whole deal One less human that exists The human race was made by mistake I hope there is a big earthquake that will shake Humans think their the best but they need to die with all the rest I will protect gods gift I'll let my spirit lift by hating humans, hoping they will die more

Resolved Question: is this poem ok, is it too sad?? x (for my grandma's funeral)?

Grandma Grandma, even though you're gone away, we knew you couldn't always stay your life is like a dove, so kind, sweet and gentle, above, we've laughed with you, we've cried with you we've shared a wonderful life with you when I think of you, I remember the things you used to do, flying P on a birthday, Yakida you used to say, I miss you grandma more and more I just can't stop the tears that form. I think of this as an irreproachable crime, no one's at fault, but it was merely your time, you taught me to love- I shall not forget It's the greatest gift of all, so why should I fret? Do not worry about me grandma, or dear granddad to it's a blessing we still have each other, there is still room for you where ever my life takes me, I'll always carry your name And the memories burning in my heart, an eternal flame, please help me stay strong grandma, I don't want to cry, but it's just so hard for me to say goodbye. Now we must release you , like a dove, our minds are at ease, our hearts are at peace, because we know you'll land in the arms of love, we must release you a like dove. *yakida means cheers in welsh (as she was welsh)* * the flying P is a restraunt we used to go to* more

Voting Question: Help with a poem for a funeral?

im 14 and my grandads funeral is in a week. i want to ream out a poem that will not sound fake or untrue, is there anyone who can help me come up with a good one? i loved him so much, i still do! but i need a bit of help with this. im not exactly a literary genius :( my brothers and sisters and i all loved him so much and he was a great part of our lives, seeing him many times a week and with so much love. i want a respectful way of saying goodbye. i just need a basic poem i can change and adjust to suit him, but i don't want one that is already written. i would be so grateful if you helped! thanks for being a helping hand! xx Lizzie more

Resolved Question: is this poem ok or is it boring ( its for my nans funeral because she used to like some of these things)?

across the lonely fields i walk the wind moves like an elagent stalk lavender , rosmary , thyme and some grasses i watch them sway as time passes the feeling you get when the wind droppes still its as refreshing as a mint plant hill dawn nears by its time to go it makes you feel so down and low more

Resolved Question: are there any psalms that you would recommend?

my grandfather passed away and they wanted me to pick a psalm to put on the back of the cards they give out during or before funerals.Its been hard trying to pick one.I just break down and cry.He raised me and has done evrything for me.Is it ok to make the back of those cards something personal.Something about the way i feel.Everyone knows that I was my grandfathers little girl so would it be ok instead of a psalm to write a poem more

Resolved Question: so i'm reading this poem out for my grandma's funeral,, do you think it's too soppy? x?

this is th poem... Grandma Grandma, even though you're gone away, we knew you didn't come to stay your life is like a dove, so kind, sweet and gentle, above, we've laughed with you, we've cried with you we've shared a wonderful life with you when I think of you, I remember the things you used to do, I miss you grandma more and more I just can't stop the tears that form. I think of this as an irreproachable crime, no one's at fault, but it was merely your time, you taught me to love- I shall not forget It's the greatest gift of all, so why should I fret? Do not worry about me grandma, or dear granddad to it's a blessing we still have each other, there is still room for you where ever my life takes me, I'll always carry your name And the memories burning in my heart, an eternal flame, please help me stay strong grandma, I don't want to cry, but it's just so hard for me to say goodbye. Now we must release you , like a dove, our minds are at ease, our hearts are at peace, because we know you'll land in the arms of love, we must release you like dove. is it ok?? (: xxx more

Resolved Question: I need help with a poem? Please!!?

Im sorry guys the funeral is tommow not todayOn Saturday the 30 of may 2009 My world came tumble down when my Uncle only 41 died expectantly, Well now I want to write him a poem to put in his coffin. Now Im usually good at this but now im lost. I have this so far- The day has come to say goodbye to a man with a heart of gold. Thats as far as I made it now I dont want you to write it out for me cause I want it to be my words all I want is for your thoughts and ideas. I would appreciate it. thanks amanda from PAedit-and i put expectantly instead of unexpectanly sorryEdit- I need this info today cause the funeral is today. more

Resolved Question: my grandma sadly passed away on Wednesday and i have to write a poem for her funeral, any ideas? HELP PLEASE!!?

well that's basically it i want it to be really good so my grandma is or was pround of me!? please x more

Voting Question: Funeral Poem/speech/few words :S very stuck please help.?

This relates to my previous question about my grandfather. When the time comes and my grandad passes, i want to speak at his funeral. I am in tears as i write this, but i want to show everyone how much i love him by speaking. ive looked for a poem, but cant find a relavant one, does anyone know of any nice poems or readings i could possibly use at his funeral? i no this sounds realy morbid, like im planning his death or somthing, but i want everything to be nice on the day and i wanna make him proud of me. i love my grandad to the moon and back and i have always been the favourite grandchild so i jus feel like its my duty to show it to evry1 on the day. This is so hard :( i dunno how im gunna cope when hes gone. more

Resolved Question: Another poem. What do you think?

Try and try and try again, then i try some more Just to get told im not good enough, i need to try more "Its never good enough, you need to try harder" But how long do i have to try again before i fail? My guess is not much longer. Im a loser, a nothing, ill never be good in your eyes My friends tell me not to believe you, they say youre all lies But how can i not believe you when youre always in my face It was your fault i was brought into this place But its gonna be my fault when i get out And ill take care of that now, because i have nothing to worry about So goodbye, tell my friends that i love them, and tell my mom too O wait, dont do that, you have a funeral to plan, dont you? more

Resolved Question: What is the name of a poem told by someone witha scottish accent?

It goes something like "you are my ____, my ____, my ____..." I heard it at a funeral if that helps. more

Resolved Question: Anthem for Doomed Youth Poem please help 10points and best answer?

What is the theme of “Anthem for Doomed Youth”? a.Civilians mourn dead soldiers more than other soldiers do. b.The horrors of war do not allow for customary mourning. c.Battles do not stop for funeral ceremonies. d.Soldiers don't want to be buried in foreign soil. more

Resolved Question: I need a quote for my Grandmother's funeral bulletin.?

My 91 year old Grandmother peacefully slipped into eternity yesterday morning during her sleep. My family wants the grandchildren to pick a short (2-3 sentence) quote or poem to put in her memorial service bulletin. I just can't find something to say to sum up my thoughts of my grandmother. I would like your suggestions. My grandmother was a lover of flowers, gardening, was fascinated by all the people she ever met and deeply religious (however I don't want a biblical verse). She was a 4th grade teacher and loved children. If you could find a quote with the authors name I would be very appreciative. Thank You for any thoughts. more

Resolved Question: I am looking for a poem I read once and which I want to read at my father's funeral who was a golf fanatic.?

I have been asked by my family to read a poem at my father's funeral and I remember reading one years ago about a golfer at the end of the his days but I have no title for it. If anyone can think of a poem that might be it, could they please send me any suggestions. Thank you. more

Resolved Question: Funeral Mass card help?

My grandmother passed away yesterday and I'm making a funeral mass card for her. They are small ones with her picture and dates and I'm looking for a quote/bible verse or poem for her card. She was Catholic the rest of the family is non-denominational so we aren't sure what to put on there. It needs to be small enough to fit with her picture and dates on a 4x6 card. more

Resolved Question: tell me the truth about this poem/song?

i've been writing alot lately >.< A withered past and a blurry future, My hearts on an auction, It goes out to the highest bid. I live to fast, and I know I will lose her, But there is an option, to die is to live in her head. So I'll hang on, never let go. I dug this pain into my chest. Instead, One last chance to reverse this curse, You stole my heart but I had it first. And now I see you've got something to prove, and nothing to lose, so let me tell you the truth. A deadly wish but it should've come sooner, A corpse in a funeral that I would never attend. There is a light on in the back of this house, But you're not around, to die is to live in her head. so I'll hang on, never let go. I dug this pain into my chest. Instead, one last chance to reverse this curse, You stole my heart but I had it first. and now I see you've got something to prove, And nothing to lose so let me tell you the truth. So, this goes, out to, the ones that fall in love, and to, the girl, that filled my heart. Last night I had the weirdest dream, That you and I drove up the darkest streets, Passing through these city lights, Closure for the kiss that died. one last chance to reverse this curse, You stole my heart but I had it first, And now I see you've got something to prove, and nothing to lose so let me tell you the truth. So, this goes, out to, the ones that fall in love. And to, the girl, that filled, my, heart. more

Resolved Question: What do you guys think of this original poem, please be honest?

I guess pirates in a basment may not seem that romantic But that didn't seem to bother you that much You just sat there looking in my eyes And I felt inside my chest his burning sensation I knew the words "I Love You" would be able to flow from my lips when I was looking in your eyes And then your lips embraced mine and you showed me how perfect life can be in the space of a few minutes And I knew that no other girl could ever compare to you Tears of happiness trickle like water over rocks in a softly flowing stream The joy almost unbearable, just sitting there with you And I guess I should thank you Because you've showed me what true happiness is And what it's like to really be in love Not a lengthy goodbye Just a soft embrace and the burning touch of your lips on my cheek And my whispered "I Love You" kissing your ears ever so softly With my head in the clouds I leave And not a worry in the world Simply because I loved you and you loved me And I knew before tonight that you thought you were confused But after I saw that look in your eyes I know that you've got your heart set on me Tears of happiness fall like the rain drops in a storm The joy consuming me just because I knew that you loved me too And I guess that I should thank you Because you've showed me what Heaven must be like And what it's like to truely be in love Happily ever after doesn't seem that far away Except one day you tell me that you're not sure Not certain if these feelings you feel you feel for me That the kiss that sent me to the moon Was just like any other to you And that the trip to bliss was only one-sided that night Your heart isn't your's to give Because, well, after all its still stuck on him And a dagger pierces through my aching heart And all the light goes out og my world It's such a deep wound that you've left It's a hole in my chest that takes up the whole of my chest And every time that I try to take a breath I can feel the wind whistle through that hole and whisper of my failures Tears run and and mix with the blood from my gushing heart The pains almost unbearable and all I want to do is just Run and scream at the top of my lungs And I don't know how I should feel about you Becaus you've showed me a glimpse of bliss and then total despair Even after all this still months later Every time I see you fireworks go off inside my head and this time is no exception And today you look more beautiful than any day before And my heart beats fast when I see you like the steady beat of a bass drum in a band But each beat tears at the wounds of my slowly healing broken heart Yet you've got that look in your eyes when you look in mine And I can feel it, this is it There aren't words that describe the way it felt To think that I wasn't a lonely stranger on a one-way road And we walk down the crowded hall towards each other And all that I can see is pure love I forget what you have done to me In the past and how long my heart bled And no tears fall this time because I'm empty from the hurt I can't feel any more because this pain has made me numb And I don't know what to do because You never meant to hurt me And maybe there's still time for a story book ending And we draw closer and I see that your beautiful blue eyes Look past my sad tear soaked browns And as I turn around i know deep down inside That we were never, ever meant to be And that the time in the basement was just a mistake And my imperfections made a boundary between me and you that I can never cross I should have known that you were too good for me And then I turn and see that it's him and he's beaten me yet again And I can't bear to watch your embrace His "I Love You" kissing your ears like mine once did Ripping me to ribbons These fireworks transforming to funeral pyres And my beating heart to the steps of mourners And the only reason you look so pretty was to attend this funeral Because this scene before me just pulls the trigger Of the gun pointed towards my heart And know after all that has been said and done I've realized that you're just a whore, and nothing more Tears run like blood from my heart And these old wounds are made fresh again The pain beating me down till I'm nothing more And I guess that I should thank you because You've shown me just how cruel life can be And how hard it is for old wounds to healthanks, could you explain what "less waffle" means? more

Resolved Question: "The Bells" poem by Edgar Allan poe ?

I have a presentation about the third and forth stanzas and I have no idea what's the story behind it . Maybe about a funeral or something. Can somebody read it and try to explain for me ? III Hear the loud alarum bells- Brazen bells! What a tale of terror, now, their turbulency tells! In the startled ear of night How they scream out their affright! Too much horrified to speak, They can only shriek, shriek, Out of tune, In a clamorous appealing to the mercy of the fire, In a mad expostulation with the deaf and frantic fire, Leaping higher, higher, higher, With a desperate desire, And a resolute endeavor, Now- now to sit or never, By the side of the pale-faced moon. Oh, the bells, bells, bells! What a tale their terror tells Of Despair! How they clang, and clash, and roar! What a horror they outpour On the bosom of the palpitating air! Yet the ear it fully knows, By the twanging, And the clanging, How the danger ebbs and flows: Yet the ear distinctly tells, In the jangling, And the wrangling, How the danger sinks and swells, By the sinking or the swelling in the anger of the bells- Of the bells- Of the bells, bells, bells,bells, Bells, bells, bells- In the clamor and the clangor of the bells! IV Hear the tolling of the bells- Iron Bells! What a world of solemn thought their monody compels! In the silence of the night, How we shiver with affright At the melancholy menace of their tone! For every sound that floats From the rust within their throats Is a groan. And the people- ah, the people- They that dwell up in the steeple, All Alone And who, tolling, tolling, tolling, In that muffled monotone, Feel a glory in so rolling On the human heart a stone- They are neither man nor woman- They are neither brute nor human- They are Ghouls: And their king it is who tolls; And he rolls, rolls, rolls, Rolls A paean from the bells! And his merry bosom swells With the paean of the bells! And he dances, and he yells; Keeping time, time, time, In a sort of Runic rhyme, To the paean of the bells- Of the bells: Keeping time, time, time, In a sort of Runic rhyme, To the throbbing of the bells- Of the bells, bells, bells- To the sobbing of the bells; Keeping time, time, time, As he knells, knells, knells, In a happy Runic rhyme, To the rolling of the bells- Of the bells, bells, bells: To the tolling of the bells, Of the bells, bells, bells, bells- Bells, bells, bells- To the moaning and the groaning of the bells.C'mon people its due TOMORROW ! more

Resolved Question: I just ripped my heart out into a poem,..?

You act like all I ever did was fuck up, When day in and day out all I did was care. You ignited my heart only to make it corrupt, Sucking the life out of it leaving me bare. Emptying my wallet along with my heart, Taking everything you could hold inside; my thoughts and hopes of never being apart, living life out with you becoming my bride. like a drug you would eat up my life's pain, slowly building a tolerance to our loves emotion. infecting every cell and thought inside my brain, rotting away inside losing your own devotion. to make it through the day without hate, acting like I don't count without stress, cause without someone you can relate, your always making our lives a mess. drowning me in every ounce of your affliction, treating me like I'm a child in your school. like pain is your curse and I am your addiction, and I don't understand your agony like a fool. so take to the wind like a plane and off you fly, leaving me here holding my bleeding soul. cause I know everything will soon start to die, corroding my heart and mind a crippling toll. I hope you enjoy every bit of my misery here, tasting my torture upon your lips like candy. does every drop of my life taste cold enough dear? so stir the coals with that iron used to brand me, and take out everything that I ever held so close, turn off the lights when you leave me here alone. for me to never understand why you hurt me most, by the way shut my casket, in this funeral home. ---- sorry the ending is a little off but what do you think? more

Resolved Question: hi everyone i need a bit of help?

my sister gave birth to a still born baby. .a little boy she wasnt aware that she was pregnant however she was 24weeks if anybody has any poems or songs for the funeral that will be great thank yu xxthanks to everyone that commentd on this xx more

Voting Question: are there any other good poems with the same theme as W.H. Auden's poem "Funeral Blues" ?

Resolved Question: speech ideas for a party???? please help?

my grandma is having her 70th on june 7th and my family is having a huge surprise party for her. i am supposed to be saying something, as in a speechish kinda thing. i can't sing, i can't write poems (and i looked online but most poems were for funerals or poems from 4 year olds) i could write a story or something but idk what to write about. any ideas r appreciated. more