Tomorrows Are Never Promised

Tomorrows Are Never Promised

A Poem by Poppy Ruth Silver
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In memory of my Nan...

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Death will f**k you up
without malice of forethought
familiar chair
empty
curtains
half closed
hideous mug
now mine
blood swilled stomach
bloated from malpractice
broken bones
splintered neglect
then the painful pangs 

to speak to you again
about strawberries and the sea
the way you combed my hair
about nothing inparticular
then the empty chair
cold and threadbare
fate has returned me to Decemberland
where more than one ghost now roams




©2017 PoppySilver


© 2017 Poppy Ruth Silver



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Yes old age is a b***h as is death when it arrives at someone’s door while loved one’s pick up the memories. Sad poppy bu5 a lovely write.

Posted 23 Hours Ago


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Ain't that the truth. Here today gone tomorrow leaving only memories that fade and imprints on the heart.
Like this, no flowery, overly soppy words.

Posted 6 Days Ago


I am so sorry for ! This poem is so beautiful, sad and honest !I think everyone can relate to the first two lines!
Thank you for sharing this !

Posted 1 Week Ago


This is so sad and emotional :(( , i feel you .
May your nan rest in peace.

Posted 1 Week Ago


I could easily relate to each and every word of your composition. The way you play with your composition makes it so emotional and amazing :)

Posted 1 Week Ago


vow............ the poem hits you in the stomach. jerks you to reality . death and december.. hmm. Nice work Poppy.........

Posted 1 Week Ago


oh so very sad ..great use of contrasts .. yes ..we may be the boss of our bodies but death is certainly the Captain .. poignant .. and emotive for me
E.

Posted 1 Week Ago


and it`s even worse during the holidays,and malpractice seems to be sticking up it`s ugly head,
we have to say good bye more times then we want to,but we have to.and the mugs that now belong to us will be put up somewhere

Posted 1 Week Ago


indeed it will and indeed they're not. wow. this is so powerful. opening really grabs to say the least and rest flows strongly, never letting up. extremely deep imagery captures the flow of emotion. the sense of loss and hurt is amazing. was going to highlight favorite line but no need - they all are ...

Posted 1 Week Ago


Wow! I am not sure how to express my amazement with how you weave this, but regardless I was intrigued at the very first line.

"Death will f**k you up" is such a accurate declaration of all things that eventually come to end whether it be life, a season or a relationship.

Posted 1 Week Ago



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Poppy Ruth Silver
Poppy Ruth Silver

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Merry Meet all, welcome to my page. I write mainly poetry but I also write stream of thought prose. I also create spoken word poetry and have a couple of novels on the go (dust covered albeit;) My .. more..

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