: Poetry for Dedications :
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HUMDINGER LITERARY E-ZINE’S POETRY FOR DEDICATIONS Poetry on this page is for people seeking poems to share with others for special moments or events. Bookmark this page, as it will later contain more poems for you to use. Below is a list of categories currently available for poems. You may print, read and share these poems, making sure to always include the poet’s name. You may NOT republish these poems for books, magazines, or profit. Deal?
Click on one of these categories to find a poem: When Everything’s Right For Love’s Tough Times Saying Sorry Upon Turning Fifty Wedding Anniversary Lost in Service Fallen Soldiers Fallen Policemen/women If you use poems from this page and they help you, let Humdinger know! Also, for those caring poets: you can share your poems with the world to use on this page. For submissions or comments about Humdinger’s Poetry Dedication page, contact: If you need an URGENT POEM, title the e-mail heading URGENT POETRY DEDICATION and Humdinger will do its best to provide you with a poem for your occasion.
When we’re in love, sometimes we’re inspired to write great things, and sometimes—we can’t think of a thing to say! That’s the way the heart is for people, and Humdinger would like to help them out. Instead of asking your friend to pen a love poem for you, why not use one of ours? Here’s the deal: you can read it, reprint it and share it with others, so long as it’s not reprinted in a book or magazine and not used for profit. Be sure to include the poets’ names when sharing the work with others. You can still say you spent a very long time searching for it! When Everything’s Just Right This category’s for the perfect moments in life, when everything’s in sync and you feel wonderful! The first poem, “Hands,” describes how even the smallest things remind you of the beauty of your love. The second poem, “Everything About Your Smile,” describes how the universe revolves around your loved one’s happiness. Hands Still life wonder, sitting in the light— let me paint your every molecule. Pigmentation comes to life in every three-dimensional landscape. Wake up and look into my eyes, see into me, the painting of our lives, masterpieces hanging in our souls . . . the gallery, never complete, yet whole. Guitar strings, music, every note touching, swaying, playing every song of our night’s symphony of you and me, hands cradling brush and strings, our creative wings. Now the night is quieting . . . Play your strings, play a song. Now the canvas is filling . . . I paint a stroke, add some color. You’re asleep where our dreams are kept; I’m awake, studying my eternal subject. Bless the wings that make our souls fly; Hands are wings that weave the song of life. If I can paint you, I can feel you. If I can glorify a canvas with your colors . . . To see your hands, working the strings, to cross the brush across canvas— there aren’t much finer things than what our hands to us bring. Beloved subject of my inspiration, sweet waterfall of my paintings— you color my life beyond imagination: I sing sweet hands, sweet soul, sweet heart: to your hands sleeping in the night . . . Chris Goebel Everything About Your Smile Everything about your smile tells me the time of day, the swoon of supple trees— the accent of the day. Everything about your smile gives the temperature of the water and sky and the sun’s height. Everything about your smile is a song on the radio that isn’t given a name, yet strikes a name . . . Everything about your smile is yesterday and today, tomorrow and forever, where we, laughing, stay Everything about your smile is the same about mine, twisted, entwined in a love of all time . . . Chris Goebel For Love’s Tough Times Love’s not all fun and games! The first poem, “For Love and the Sun,” discusses two trees which, because they’re in proximity, get more out of life than those trees that live alone in shadows. This might be a good making up poem, for readers who dig poetry and understand it. For Love and the Sun Two dark silhouettes in the sunset, pink and peach, blue kissed gray, branches reaching into the shadows; small leaves met and there stayed. The incline of one, slanted for sun was greater than its mate, its greedy fingers the only ones, nipping aura from day. Or perhaps the other, back reclined, tried to increase distance— afraid of losing the thin, blurred lines of love and resistance. Push and pull, who knows all of the rules of giving love away? All one knows is that some lost fool see shadows every day. Chris Goebel Saying Sorry If you’ve blown it with a loved one, it’s amazing how a poem can say things you didn’t think of saying, but felt. Sometimes, the right poem, just like the right song, can open a door you didn’t think you could open again. Humdinger wishes you luck! Hurting Myself Of course I wish it hadn’t happened, because nothing sweet should be made sour, nothing kind should turn cruel, and nothing gorgeous should become ugly. But nature’s that way, sometimes leaves fall and we forget that spring’s around the corner with vibrant leaves and flowers and fresh air— the scent of love trickling everywhere. And I hated hurting myself, not because of me, but because I realized how much a part of me you are. I felt your pain, your sorrow, your frustration and wished that spring would come again. I can’t change the weather and make spring rush, or the past change into something that never was, but I can say I’m sorry it happened, really I am, because you’re my spring’s first blush. Chris Goebel Upon Turning Fifty For many, 50’s a big year that people call Over the Hill. For others, and for those you care about, Stan Krajewski’s positive outlook is in order. A Life At Fifty Stan Krajewski Wedding Anniversary Who says you can’t be passionate about your spouse? “ Ancient gardens drink the fountains’ blue sprays as we walk and talk, though we cannot speak. I gather the water that nature’s made, your tongue is parched, your heart throbbing, soul weak. Still I steal a glance into your eyes, life’s torturous moments claim I feel a thief as I hold your warm hand and hear your breathing so rapid and deep. Two love-wrought beggars, we sit in the sand, grains upon bodies rise into our eyes. We are so blind to everything, Sweet Love; the sand burns us less than each other’s touch. A kiss is bare erotica with you, its penetrating probe plunges so deep, as we don’t dare rise or succumb to sleep, forever entwined in what blindness seeks. Our hearts on our lips, the sand weights our feet— daring rapture to repeat songs this sweet. Rose petals fill my hair with ecstasy, in our unwavering pleasure-filled dreams. For what is to you is double for me, as love guides us toward more elegant things. Love glides, silvery mercurian light, always the substance giving souls new sight. Are the birds singing or is it my soul that went from me to you, then became whole? I still taste the nectar, blindingly sweet; my soul evaporates into yours in heat. Is there a better way to let souls sing— than into marriage’s gardens and rings? Chris Goebel Because of the impact memorial poems have on the survivors, I find them some of the most important types of poems. If someone loves another very much, only the best words will do. Unfortunately, a time of loss isn’t the moment to write one’s best words. It’s a difficult time, laden with sorrow and confusion. If you or someone you know has lost a loved one, co-worker, or friend, we hope these poems will help lift the occasion to honor the recipient’s memory. You may copy, print out copies of these poems for funeral or memorial service attendees, or read them aloud. Please do NOT publish them in books or magazines without the consent of the poets. Lost in Service When I was a Poetry Writing expert at AskMe.com, one of the most requested types of dedication poems I received was for Servicemen and Women Lost in Duty. Sometimes they were policemen, firemen or soldiers. This is a poem written for those brave people who dedicate their lives to serving their friends, neighbors, family and strangers. They have made the ultimate sacrifice of love. This poem can be read at memorial services, funerals, or any other occasion that honors fallen heroes. The Ultimate Sacrifice When times like these happen, a silence follows— what can we say when someone gave us the ultimate gift, took our place in time and gave all that can be given, wrapped in fine paper, when we never asked them for it? In this silence, I’d like to interject a memory of better times, of proud moments, when daily service brought hilarious results, sometimes caused extreme boredom—made everyone hungry. Heroes forever light up our memories, longer than anyone else survives, because the tales of their deeds, the remembrance of sacrifice makes us remember them more, just like the purest gifts. We can return little to fallen heroes, often can’t give back the gift—and it’s not right to return it. Our thanks are in our thoughts, our memories, where their plaques of remembrance shine the brightest. In their memory, we can reach out further to fellow men, give more than we’ve given before, care more. And when we do something significant, then we can say, “I do this in your memory, God bless you.” Chris Goebel Fallen Soldiers They signed up for duty, reporting with eager pride with the promise of a brighter future, maybe for themselves and their families. Then, a report returned. How cold paper feels when it holds the staggering news of loss. Yet, we hold these heroes near to our hearts and they did not live in vain. Loving One’s Country Boot camp must be the best place on Earth, friendly voices grunting in harmonized unison, while recruits run eager drills, excited to perform more push-ups, a few more sit-ups . . . We know it isn’t like that though and it’s amazing, if you think about it, that anyone would undergo extensive training, rigid hours, for a paycheck that’s, well, not what it ought to be. Because a battlefield’s not home and those spas and nightclubs people think pamper our soldiers aren’t there. It’s more like, “Hope I can find this,” or “What I’d do for a decent steak and my favorite TV show!” Facing danger and death at many opportunities isn’t easy for the bravest of men and women, not when so few say “Thank You,” or “I’m thinking of you,” even though they have been all along. But it’s never too late to thank a hero, as history’s always done. When the moment’s passed, that’s the beginning of greatness, of understanding what was done, why and how it saved our own skin. As we honor a fallen hero today, we thank you— not with simple words, because you lived by deeds and so we will strive to help our fellow men and women, put their needs before our own, sacrifice our wants and needs for a greater cause than our own. Because that, my friends, is what loving one’s country is about. That’s what this hero did and in loving them, we can honor their memory by . . . loving our country too. We love you. Chris Goebel Fallen Policemen/women The news isn’t expected, when a police officer falls. Whether it was a policeman or woman or even K-9, the public understands they made a sacrifice for our safety. But their loved ones know the extent of that sacrifice. Feel free to set this song to music, if you have time. If you do, share your musical rendition with Humdinger by sending an e-mail to editor and poet Chris Goebel at: Editor@humdingerzine.com I’ll Wake Up in a Better Tomorrow Life isn’t easy at its best. Times are hard and changing, towns are rearranging and some of life’s heroes are at rest. I’ll wake up in a better tomorrow, because of you. I’ll wake up and remember what you used to do And when I feel lonely or afraid and in despair, I’ll remember others like you are also there. How you did it, I’ll never know— the hours weren’t convenient and the world’s too darn lenient and we know the badge’s not for show. It wasn’t easy knowing your life was on the line, even days, even nights—that’s the way of crime, but you bravely faced the strife. I’ll wake up in a better tomorrow, because you loved me. I’ll wake up and remember how you used to be, And when I feel lonely or the sorrow gets too strong, I’ll remember that you’d want me to be strong. I’ll wake up in a better tomorrow, because of your sacrifice. I’ll wake up and remember your care and your advice. And when I feel sad, I’ll just have to brighten up. I’ll remember that you’d want me looking up. Chris Goebel
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