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.
raceday
my son was 10 when he wrote this
For U
Son playing basketball
To Boldly Go.......
This poem is a commentary on the invasive pace of modern lifestyles. "To boldly goes where no one has gone before" epitomizes a spirit much different than a child's natural shyness. I was such a child, once shy and fearful of life. With so many uncertainties about the direction of society, harm to environment, and political misgivings...is anyplace safe anymore?
My World
I wrote this poem for a good man who is a single dad and loves his 2 daughters with all his heart.A gift for him.
Break The Chains
Life of a foster child
One Dream
Inspired by some pics a friend took during our trip to Kelagian Island, a small unpopulated island in Lampung, Sumatera last weekend.
A Cry Out
abuse in every manner possible caused by my biological mom and her boyfriends. She was an alcolholic abusive mom. I have just come to terms with this. Poem and letter to her maybe she will admit what she did
2 kids.....
Hanzel and Gretel you see lost their way and found a place of humility. They did not know where their home was or even why this had happened to them only that their father had always been a friend. They came upon a house as sweet as
Anna's secret
Thriller in the old town tonight!
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
Resuscitating the real me
Slowly but surely you faded You sucked away my vanity Replaced it with insanity Low self-esteem could have been the death of me No self-confidence, always felt unworthy Knock off version of Barbie unoriginal beyond any doubt Black short and fa
Leave me alone
this poem i dont need to explain its meaning however just to say where i wrote where she doesnt tell and her tears are her own, i wrote that only because its reality, so many school kids keep to themselfs to deal with what they think is THEIR problem when its not, its everyones really in knowing how school bullying can be solved.
the youngster
it speaks for itself.........
Dear Mum,
Read and cast your honest opinions :)
"Annie"
I was never to see Annie again although I always looked for her whenever we went to the beach. I would write her little love letters and ask my father when we were going to the beach again. When he did take us to the beach again I would always look for her. I never stopped looking.......... Im still looking today :)
"My Poppy's Red Sugar Beets"
When I was child I would stay with my grandparents on my mothers side of the family. My grandmother was Lithuanian and my grandfather was Sicilian. My Grandpa always had a vegetable garden and in that garden he grew big red sugar beets. I hated th
Vanity Mirror
So this just sprung from my mind so it's abit all over the place :/
Beautiful girl, perfect girl
This poem is close to me please comment with true feelings about it if u'd like ta x Lorii xxxx
Remember when...
Remember when... Getting high only meant swinging on the playground When protection meant wearing a helmet The wost thing you could get from guys was the cooties And the worst from a girl was the cold When mom was your hero and best friend And
One in a Crowd
Just thoughts that came to mind
child's lullaby
Stay awake tonight till the mornin light don't rest upon your bed though your pillow is soft and deep your not as sleepy as you seem stay awake dont nod and dream stay awake dont nod and dream
a girl and her teddy
my niece demanded this poem be put up. i made it for her when she got her about her stuff toy which looks like a giant cotton ball with eyes. and tremins is what she calls scary things
Hidden Inside
Abuse
Bruised Through
memory abuse
Memories
I have these bad memories flying in and out my mind from time to time. They just do not want to go away but settle in and stay. I can not let them be here no more or there will be severe depression in store for me as i can not handl
The Little Dancer
I wrote four poem for poetry.com.This is in a book that I have and it is on the first page.
Memento Mori
An amusing sonnet of reflection on some fabled nighttime stories I told my sons years ago....
regrets
am i too far away from the finish line? do u see me at night? i walk that very line that dark, dark line. i wanna lie with you i wanna lose this. street-walking? really? is this really what its come to be? right now, think, and be honest
don't judge
I choose who, and I choose when. But I didn't chose how my story began. Do I know this is wrong? Of course I do. But when I take the money Who's the fool? I can walk the streets numb to the world remembering nothing-all a whirl when you t
Broken Dreams (Part 1)
How can it be right when never shown the light? In a time in his so called prime told do as I say not as I do He’s just the problem child, he’s just so wild He begs for help but he says he is fine He was told grow up, get over it, it will pass H
"From Innocence To A Buzz"
It's another gloomy, rainy day in Oregon.... maybe it's detected in the piece I've composed?
talking back
wrote this for my step daughter, she is all grown now and a blessing to behold.
daddy
i wish i didn't do this i wish i was ok i wish the past would lose itself and daddy would go away. i'm sorry that i ruined your life but fact is that he ruined mine yes-i could've kept it secret but then i'd be dead and you'd regret it.
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
Terrified Teen (Please Notice Me)
It was hard being a teenager and in resent events a young teen took, her life from the pressure of cyber bullies in the northwest suburbs of Melbourne. In addition, it made me think to what it was like back in my teens and how hard it would be in today’s social tech world for teens.
yesterdays dreams
Am I scared? Hell, yes I am. I'm aware, Of whats about to begin. There's a war now, deep in my soul There's a war now, beyond my control. I'd love to write about love and romance, But i guess my life missed out on that chance... Why am
Beyond the mirror
As a child I often looked into the mirror and asked myself if what I could see was in fact the real me and myself on this side of the mirror being just a reflection
happy new year
get real
Here's Johnny!
I was a school bus driver for 5 years. But this poem is not so much about my school bus kids as it is about me and the way I was in school. But I had a few kids that might pretty much fit this description. That's why I could relate to them so well. lol.
Flower Child and Sparks Fly
Life was so much better as a child growing up in the 1960's than it is today.
One hand in another~~~~~~~~~~~
Cute and sweet enjoy