Category: Poems

How could an angel die,
an angel pure and small,
untainted by our darkness,
unscathed by our fall.

It was so soon to go,
far too soon to leave,
when he hasn’t seen the sky
to spread his feathered wings.

Where must an angel go,
if he must close his eyes,
never to see the morning,
never to see the night.

Perhaps he’d find another sky,
another star to see,
The day he says goodbye
to comfort you and me.

Perhaps an angel may go down,
to make us see his smile,
Before in heaven he begins
to live another life.

In this we hope, in this we pray
that even caterpillars may
become butterflies one day
to spread their wings and fly away!

The above poem is included in Jocelyn Soriano’s book for those who grieve the loss of a loved one “Of Waves and Butterflies: Poems on Grief”. Get it from Amazon today-click here.

Scars, people speak of them
as though they’re the most wretched thing
there could be,
reminding them of wounds,
reminding them of hurts,
bringing back those days
they’d rather just forget.

But the scars you’ve left me,
are not at all like those.
The scars you’ve left me,
are like jewels that I hold.

Those scars from you
are like fragments out of space and time,
they’re like portals
where I could reach you one more time.

I’d choose those scars over gold,
for gold is nothing without one’s soul.
I’d choose those scars though tinged with pain,
for I’d take the pain for all that I’d gain.

You may not walk again with me,
and I may not hear your voice,
But when I touch those scars,
I’m brought again to where you are.

The above poem is included in Jocelyn Soriano’s book for those who grieve the loss of a loved one “Of Waves and Butterflies: Poems on Grief”. Get it from Amazon today—click here.

Since you passed away,
I no longer live
In linear time.
I no longer see each day
The ordinary way,
Living each hour
From morning until night.

Since you passed away,
I’m often snatched from
The current hour
Snatched into the past
Where you were,
Back into that moment
When we can be
Face to face
And I’d behold your gaze
For as long as I could stay.

Since you passed away,
I sometimes move
Into the future
Where I see glimpses
Of what could have been,
You and me walking hand in hand,
In a different future
Where I never lost you
Where you were never gone.

Time is different for me now,
And I guess it would never
Be the same.
How could it be the same
When you have taken
Away my heart?

And thus I live
From day to day
From morning until night,
Moving back and forth through time,
Catching a glimpse of you
Beyond time
Beyond space
Beyond everything that keeps me
From going back to you.

The above poem is included in Jocelyn Soriano’s book for those who grieve the loss of a loved one “Of Waves and Butterflies: Poems on Grief”. Get it from Amazon today—click here.

For the single and loveless one,
for the one who walks alone;
For the one who seeks and cannot find,
for the one who cannot make it home.

For the one who aches for true love’s kiss,
for the one who sleeps in the cold;
For the one whose pain cannot be healed,
for the one whose tears you dare not hold.

For the one who bleeds like rain,
for the one whose heart is in pain;
For the one whose touch is repulsed,
for the one whose feet are scarred.

Take heart and see the path you’ve walked,
Rewind the days that made you strong.
Look up and find the sky has cleared,
as birds surround you with their song.

Your wounded heart has been enlarged,
and now greater love can find its way.
Your deepest sorrows shall be your joy,
as your darkest nights shall turn to day!

How can a song suddenly just make me cry?
How can a song whose language
I don’t even understand
speak so closely to my heart,
perhaps more intimately
than the words my mind
could possibly comprehend,
more deeply
than if I had made up the words myself.
It’s as though they came
from a distant memory I tried to forget,
or to an unspoken dream I’ve always had.
How could it touch a wound I couldn’t even see
or heal the broken parts
I never even thought could mend?
There is more to the soul than what we bare,
there is more to life than the masks we often wear.
Sometimes, it’s a simple song that reveals it to us,
a melody that’s like a long-lost friend,
whispering
it’s okay to cry,
assuring us
we were never truly alone.