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David Wood Sitting at the Cemetery I sat alone at the cemetery on a bright sunny day Listening to the song birds sing aloud and at play The sun shone brightly in a clear blue sky And thinking of my love a tear I did cry. The headstones stood fast and true With flowers, pink, yellow, erect and new. And people carrying fresh flowers for their loved one Whether that be mother, father, daughter or son. They came but on this bright clear day Their love and respect they wanted to display For love, like hope, springs eternal and new And their only chance to say, ‘I love you’. David Wood's Other Poems Related Poems Form: Trending Poems Read this poem in other languages This poem has not been translated into any other language yet. Poet's Notes about The Poem Comments about this poem (Sitting at the Cemetery by David Wood ) After reading your biography, when I went through this poem, I sense a lump in my throat! When hearts are bonded in love, physical absence doesn' t weaken the deep sentiments. But Remember, time is a great healer! (Report) Reply Death can't separate the beloved ones. The delicate thread of love and respect persist in heart of hearts. Terrific! (Report) Reply Hi, really enjoyed reading. I buried Molly my dog in a good spot in a lightly wooded area. a few days ago I found a square piece of stone of some kind, and managed to lug it the quarter mile to where she is, so I can paint it, decorate it, and whatever else to give remembrance. and I also tell her I love her each time I visit. very good poem, take care (Report) Reply Aftab Alam Khursheed (4/3/2013 12:15:00 PM) Its an elegy for your beloved wife, best way to par and say I LOVE YOU. Very nice Mr. David Wood (Report) Reply Famous Poems Phenomenal Woman Maya Angelou Still I Rise Maya Angelou The Road Not Taken Robert Frost If You Forget Me Pablo Neruda Dreams Langston Hughes Annabel Lee Edgar Allan Poe I Know Why The Caged Bird Sings Maya Angelou If Rudyard Kipling Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening Robert Frost A Dream Within A Dream Edgar Allan Poe Maya Angelou Robert Frost (March 26, 1874 – January 29, 1963) Langston Hughes (1 February 1902 – 22 May 1967) Edgar Allan Poe (19 January 1809 - 7 October 1849) Pablo Neruda (12 July 1904 – 23 September 1973) Emily Dickinson (10 December 1830 – 15 May 1886) Charles Bukowski (16 August 1920 – 9 March 1994) Anne Sexton (9 November 1928 – 4 October 1974) Rudyard Kipling (30 December 1865 – 18 January 1936) William Blake (28 November 1757 – 12 August 1827) - Still I Rise, Maya Angelou - The Road Not Taken, Robert Frost - Dreams, Langston Hughes - I Know Why The Caged Bird Sings, Maya Angelou - Phenomenal Woman, Maya Angelou - If You Forget Me, Pablo Neruda - A Dream Within A Dream, Edgar Allan Poe - If, Rudyard Kipling - Annabel Lee, Edgar Allan Poe - As I Grew Older, Langston Hughes
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Brandy Avery ~ Scairteann An Ghrian ~ - Poem by Brandy Avery Maidin álainn, an ghrian a thagann i gcónaí amach. I gcás go leor cúiseanna chaill mé mo bhealach. I ngach áit liom dul ann i gcónaí stares. A dhéanann sé cosúil nach bhfuil a lán atá i ndáiríre agus go fírinneach cúram. Ba mhaith liom ach duine éigin a roinnt. D'iarr duine éigin a chase ar shiúl an tromluí. Tá an ghrian clúdaithe ag an taobh clé de scamaill. Cloiseann aon duine fiú nuair a scream mé os ard. Leagann Mo cheol saor in aisce dom. An rud amháin go ndéanann dom, dom. D'athraigh mé an dath mo chuid gruaige. Cén fáth a bhfuil tú ag mothú go fóill ar an stares olc. Shoots Mo pian síos mo lámh. Tugann dom pian agus is féidir dochar a. Níl mo chorp ag iarraidh bia. Dúirt mo inchinn a maith. Ní dóigh liom gur mhaith liom. Níl aon duine riamh a fheiceann. Tá mo dánta dorcha cosúil le mo mhothúcháin den saol. Déanaim iarracht a bheith ina dea-bhean chéile. Shíl mé go leor faoi bhás. Ach d'athraigh mé mo shláinte. Ní mór dom a bheith anseo a chosaint mo buachaillí. Ón bulaithe agus na bréagáin bhriste. Tá mé fós anseo mar gheall ar thug siad dom go léir an sólás. Poet's Notes about The Poem Comments about ~ Scairteann An Ghrian ~ by Brandy Avery Read this poem in other languages This poem has not been translated into any other language yet. Brandy Avery's Other Poems Famous Poems Phenomenal Woman Maya Angelou Still I Rise Maya Angelou The Road Not Taken Robert Frost If You Forget Me Pablo Neruda Dreams Langston Hughes Annabel Lee Edgar Allan Poe Caged Bird Maya Angelou If Rudyard Kipling Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening Robert Frost A Dream Within A Dream Edgar Allan Poe