Kids food
We've all had one a childhood Then we get older and have our own I guess we will never learn to leave well enough alone
Intimations of Immortality.
Though nothing can bring back the hour Of splendour in the grass, Of glory in the flower. We will grieve not, rather find, Strenght in what remain behind.
A POEM BY A MAN CONSUMED W/CONTRITION ~free!~
IT IS A POEM ABOUT WHAT IS AND ISN'T
Childhood Memories: Vigus and I
Iambic hexameter (bentlee's challenge)
Starving Child.
This was written after my visits to Africa, viewing the poverty and the street kids begging is something that will always stay with me...
Dungaree Blues
Feeling a little nostalgic for the 1960's.......
perhaps AWARE should be the word BEWARE ~freecee!~
BECAUSE JUST I DIDN'T DESERVE WHAT I GOT AND CAN'T GET MY JUST DESSERTS
Mom didn't die today
This was a day in my life when I was about 10 years old.
The Covid Child.
It must be very difficult for children to make sense of Covid.
Christmas
christmas
SHE- A BOSSY AUSIE
SHE!!!!!!!! AND I ONLY USED "CHILDHOOD" AS BAIT TO GET YOU PEOPLE READING IN MY DARKNESS! BTW: STEPHEN KING CO-Authored A GREAT BOOK ENTITLED "ON WRITING" IT'S A TUTORIAL WRITTEN FOR POETS WHO WANT TO BE REAL.....IN THE TEXT THEY OPINE "NO GOOD AUTHOR ABUSES THE PRIVILAGE OF USING AN EXCLAMATION MARK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! HEY, TYHE SAID ANY GOOD WRITER
Darkest rose in the garden
I stand alone I fight away the weed that grew up with me It wraps around me tight Don’t let go... day or night No matter how I try, I’m too weak to fight But when my garde
~Bentlee Challenge-One of your earliest funny memories~
This is one of my fondest memories as a little boy, in my fourth year, totally naked head to toe..........
My Willow Tree
I remember when i was five, my favourite place to be, was not school or the playground, it was my special willow tree. I could climb it and sit on it, it would even give me shade, sitting under it on a hot day, with my little bucket and sp
Eyes of a Country Girl
There is much to be said about life growing up and living on a small farm in a small town.
I lurk in the shadows that tell me I am.
I lurk in the shadows that tell me I am.
Dad
well my dad left when i was young and i think alot of people can relate to this, i suppose i wrote this poem to consolidate the occasion to express the feelings with no anger involved :).
Little Mary Bottle
Cute little Mary Bottle lived in a cute little town called Cutesville. Little Mary was picture perfect. She always smiled at everyone, everyone in town. Her blue eyes were blue as the sky and her bouncy blonde hair glinted with a touch of sun. So al
LIL FOLKS
I HAVE WITNESSED CALIFORNIA'S DEATH MASSACRE AND SEEN DEATH BEFORE MY EYES SINCE I WAS A CHILD SAD BUT TRUE
My Piano Man
A memory distant,yet very close to my heart of my Grandfather playing piano,and me all dressed up,tapping my black patten shoes upon the floor as if thy where tap shoes,dancing away,as I swirled the dress as if I was the Bell of the Ball. And always the mirthful look he wore upon is face,is one that is forever bedded in my mind and in my heart.
Ode to my hero...
A little story: I was 6 years old, i entered the living room and was clearly in "the huff", my father asked me what was wrong!? I said "ok, dad, imagine you were god" he did , "ok, now, if i came to you and said, ok god, give me all the powers of superman, make me that special and i will help YOU, i will make peace, stop wars, cure hunger and save lives, the deal is, if i missuse my powers you can just take them right back..." my dad pondered for a moment and said "son, your right, i would give you that chance.." with that i stood up, placed my hands in my pockets, and shrugged with another deep sigh.. "Then whats gods problem!!? sheesh!!" back then i really didnt understand why he didnt grant my wish...lol...
I Wish to be child
Wish to be fitter ... 10-year-old butter I'm just a magnet! I have a little butter in the thought ... I want to go out on the storm night ... Thought tree wore under the tree! Call back The river gaarutra ... My dead smile on the river! My m
If he would only call
So many days have come and gone, still no word from him.. She wrapped her pink blanket tightly around her and rocked back and forth 'Where is he, she sobbed?'I need him so much.' She had marked X's on her calendar for all those lost and lone
* Illusions *
I used to believe in illusion.. there was a time when I would close my eyes and believe that the stars were shining only for me I would carry my illusions with me, as if they were a child in a womb imagining.. that with their birth I'd know complete
Once upon a black sheep
"Do you remember, when I was six, you told me I was a mistake" you miscarried before me, but I took their place... "you made it clear right from the start, my life would not be easy, your words of resent, so true and so stark" "you beat me
My Baby's Nursury
What goes through the mind of a little baby in a nursery, it is Baby's little poem, My Baby's Nursery. this was written for a boy baby by changing a few words it can also reflect a girl Baby. My only child's poem.
Oh How I Loved Her; Hillbilly Musing
Great memories from my youth in Almost Heaven, West Virginia. My Sweet Hillbilly Girl, the Lord took her, way too soon. The reference to "Mini Thin" refers to a West Virginia native Hillbilly rapper. Check him out Y'all!
Art of war VII
The chemical plant.
Salt On A Birds Tail
There is an old story and it's likely not true, but I am still going to share it with you. You see the old story went that if you wanted to catch yourself a little birdie, and I know that this is probably going to sound pretty nerdy, but they sho
Home
Reminiscing as of late.
The Tree
Keeps happening This thing called change
Bunny
The little bunny had a shiny nose, a thing it could not mend, because its little powder puff was at the other end.
A Brownies Girl....Not
I was so into sports and in the late 60's you had to conform as a girl to brownies and girl guides my older sister did wonderfully, but i just was so into sport and dance, I was in a swimming comp when I turned up at Brownies, and my hair being very long was all wet, I was ordered out of the line up. My mum probably didn't give me a towel, was not about to tell the brownie leader lady. We were quite poor.
Browning
Childhood memories, memories of my two brothers Michael and Thomas RIP, Love you always,
Springtime In The Mountains
Trying to create a little springtime mood in this one……..
The Child in the Early Night
It's the path of the night, It's the flight in the early light. Descending to the ground While it's up high at peace And tumble to search something found It's odd, it's even, it's why are all taken and eaten? Crumble do
Weekend Home - Fourth Draw Down
Memories of Childhood
my favorite color
dawn melts the yellow sun as i sit in in a world of new imagination the yellow sky follows me into night i wonder through dreams of yellow clouds with yellow birds and when i wake up i feel the yellow sun stare into my soul as i walk down the streets
do you love me?
Through the eyes of a child.
Growing Up
Well the memory is still vivid of long ago and the spirit is still strong of thought, although slightly creaking just a few lines of a scene that fleeced itself from time.
Geraldine
I remember, when I was about five, being bullied, I remember, Geraldine, like a saviour, came to save me, I was about five, she was only about eight,, but she was like a super hero to me, that was my sister, I love her,, I know I dont tell her, but ,
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RE: A Bad Day
hey this is one of your best I've ever read ...it's a natural bro !...
RE: Warrior
Thank you S my American friend!! rob...
online today!RE: Blue Sky, White Clouds
Kathy Thanks for your comment. Just posted a photo for the poem....
RE: My promise
Sorry to hear that dear poet,may God give you the joy you so warmly need this time,thanks for sharing this piece...
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