My poetry

[Angelus]

Yup, I'm a poet and I know it. This first poem is in memory of someone that just died in my family, and the thoughts and feelings that her death, and the death of another family member a few years back caused.

Dearly Departed

As the winds of fate change direction, and we listen to their mournful cries,
we think about the things we've done, and of all our spoken lies.
We reminisce of times no more, of times forgotten,
times of lore. We bear heartache, it's ours alone.
We bear this heartache, and have it shown,
shown to the world for all to see,
shown to the world proclaiming this is me.

So listen to my mournful cry, listen up, listen well,
for I have a secret I feel the need to tell.
As I sit, I wish to cry, and as I stand, I wish to sigh,
but as I sleep, I feel alive, and for this reason I wish to strive,
strive toward something better, somthing greater,
a world where all can die much later.

Dearly departed I hear your plea,
and I will help you be set free.
I will do so by reminding us of you,
I will remind us all of what is true.
May you not be forgotten from our hearts,
nor be removed from our memories.

I will go to the place where it always starts,
the place of hopes, of joyful melodies,
and I will sing of what I've done, what I've said.
I will remind them that instead,
instead of hate or jealousy,
they instead should be filled with glee.

They should know that you dearly departed,
have gone back to the place where it all started,
and that you have found one simple little thing.
A thing that I call peace.

[Administrator]

I like all of it except the lack of a definite flow to it. The words are good, and it is well-written, it just doesn't flow to me.