Dedication Poems
Seven Hearts
by Khayelihle Bongiswa Gamedze
The first one is for laughter
And infinite romance.
For smiling and for hugging
For giving me a chance.
The second is for hope;
And longing for tomorrow.
She opens up this heart
Whenever we face sorrow.
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A Dedicatorial Poem to the Veterans of the Korean War
by Kinsley Lee
The hottest summer and the coldest winter,
You’re with the people who did not know by the order,
You’d fought with the soldiers who were from all lands
And offered your hand to the poor and shook hands.
The friends, in the smoke of the powder, you’d supported,
The freedom, in windy and iced ground, you’d guarded.
You’d fought against the invaders to support
The free people, and guarded the democracy fort
In this country. You came back after ceasefire,
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No Father on Father's Day
by Randy Johnson
I have no father on Father's Day.
Six years ago, Dad passed away.
Dad died at the young age of sixty-five.
Because of Leukemia, he couldn't survive.
I also lost Mom just four months earlier.
It was sad to have to see their deaths occur.
Dad died in 2013 and he was born in 1947.
When Dad died, his soul went to Heaven.
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The Name's Still Charlie
by Kinsley Lee
To dedicate Late Charlie and Olwyn Green
He graduated from the high school and enlisted the Army,
And was a youngest battalion commander in Australia.
The Youn-Chon, Park-Chon, Jeong-ju, consistently
His name of triumph, but fallen like a Dahlia
In late fall, sadly. And Olwyn received
A notice, but then, too harsh to have believed.
With her baby, a war-widower had lived
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Merry Christmas, Mom - Part VI
by Randy Johnson
The Christmas of 2012 was the last Christmas that you celebrated on Earth.
You were a kind and loving mother for 41 and a half years after my birth.
When March the 6th arrived, you wouldn't have a tomorrow.
It took two years for me to get over the pain and sorrow.
I can't spend anymore Christmases with you, now I spend my Christmases alone.
You were a terrific woman and the best person who I've ever known.
March of 2013 was the worst month and year that I've ever experienced.
When you passed away, it hurt me terribly and I've missed you ever since.
But I feel much better now, time does heal a man's wounds.
Merry Christmas Mom, I'm sorry that you died too soon.
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The Lone Warrior
by Dr. Shailesh Gupta Veer
The sky is shaking
The sun is horrified
My name is
on each and every particle of creation
Pin-drop silence prevails
I've conquered the whole world,
Yet I'm so lonely
Wandering in search of her
in all directions!
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In Memory of Late Patrick William O'Connor
by Kinsley Lee
He wrote a poem in the strange land at May,
And he fell as a petal the very next spring day.
He's too young to die for the strange people,
But freedom world, he's the eternal star of sample
Alas, he left a wife and kids at the home,
But leaving a poem as a freedom fighter on the tome
He'd passed one day after, writing which was titled "Korea",
And now he's lying under the hill of the althea.
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On the Yanghwajin Hill
by Kinsley Lee
The red and yellow leaves are waving on the trees
In the afternoon at riverside, cool is the autumn breeze,
The sunny day, the clouds are high in the sky,
In breezing, the ray is warm to the passers-by.
In the very center of the city, on this silent brae,
The eye of the western sky is dropping his ray.
On this hallowed ground. No splendor statures, here,
Were erected, but the headstones with unreadable by the year.
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The Ode for the Eternal Love
by Kinsley Lee
(In Memory of Late Captain Kenneth & Nancy Hummerston)
When young, they met at foreign land,
And soon being the lover and happiness’s at hand.
They married and spent their honey moon
But he left her with a word, “I’ll come back, soon”
They only knew the Korea and diarrhea,
But by the order, he departed for the people in Korea.
She’d floated the longing on the Ota-river,
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A Dedicatorial Poem to the Veterans of the Korean War
by Kinsley Lee
The hottest summer and the coldest winter,
You’re with the people who did not know by the order,
You’d fought with the soldiers who were from all lands
And offered your hand to the poor and shook hands.
The friends, in the smoke of the powder, you’d supported,
The freedom, in windy and iced ground, you’d guarded.
You’d fought against the invaders to support
The free people, and guarded the democracy fort
In this country. You came back after ceasefire,
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Ela Omoosin (1 poems about Dedication)
In the City of Ibadan on a Wednesday, I infiltrated this world.