Poetry (Ver.2) Options

[Yuki Fukurou]

Heh...it seems my small poetry thread here was deleted during the attack. Oh well.



Anyway...(considering that I'm sometimes obssessed w/the subj. of death)...I've decided to write another poem. (This...by far has got to be the best one I've written on the subject).



Death & Dying:



Death?such a scary fate & reality

And a hard way to accept.



We wish for our loved ones to be with us forever

But we know that cannot be.



We sometimes think life is unfair,

Yet it?s a lesson we have to learn.



It comes unexpectedly; we hardly notice it?s there,

Some people think it?s nothing, they really don?t care.



Yet once it happens, we can?t stop it,

The realization, the shock, the news?is just too much to bear.



We?re filled with a sense of emptiness & grief,

Like a stab through the heart, like our lives are incomplete.



Yet through the grief & despair comes a ray of hope

A hope to see them again, someday.



Death is like parting, but it won?t be forever

So don?t feel down & keep grieving.



Instead, remember them for all the good they?ve done,

How they impacted your lives.



Memories are your partner now; they?ll never die,

And even though they?re not with us physically, but in spirit?



There?s always a special place for them in our hearts.

[Yuki Fukurou]

*sighs*. I haven't been here in a long time. Anyways...just wanted to put up 2 of my current works.

Here's the first one:

My Inspiration, My Hero:

They say heroes come in all shapes & sizes
And is an inspiration to others.
They do deeds big or small,
The main point is to make a difference in the world,
But usually they make a difference in someone?s life.

I remembered the time my grandmother used to sometimes visit me
I was very small back then, however sick throughout my time
She spoiled me sometimes, but also supported me through my rough times.
She taught me & told me the importance of prayer,
And I try my best to understand that importance.

As time passed, I would sometimes wonder how she is doing
And I remembered the first time I visited my hometown
Being able to see my people, and I got a totally new perspective
I heard from my mom on how my grandmother was so generous
How she used her time to help the poorest of the poor.

Now?as I reflect on her story, I remembered the time she struggled
How she fought through her tough battles, from her work and faith in God
Yet she never showed any fear of dying, as she lay in her hospital bed.
As I think back, her story gave me courage and inspired me to help others.
That is why she is my inspiration, and why she is also my hero.

And the second:

Raindrops:

Cold & damp it was, I sit & ponder
Staring at clouds, with different shades of gray
As time passes, my mind starts to wander
Thoughts drifted back to one particular day.
I hit reply, to an e-mail she had sent
A chance to say I miss her & like her
I start to sweat as time came & went
As I read the words, it looked like a blur.
Worry clouded my mind, I could not explain
She wants to stay friends, I could not comprehend
A pang in the heart, I knew well this pain.
That?s past, as I look at raindrops on the street
Thinking of the right girl I would hope to meet.