It Was Not Once
Poem by Nikolai Gumilev
Old Maids, Headstones And Advice come Free
Old Maids, Headstones And Advice Come Free Well meaning advice taken, I shall read everything to aid my writing I need, on the back shelves of my local library under the title “Poetry”. Not, of course, the ‘Very great’ ‘the masters’, ‘the bar
Birth
To reproduce involves seduce Condom misuse And egg produce Nine months womb use Labour induce To introduce New life let loose
Naomi
Just to clarify at Nanny's house no mate how old your are you are always offered a drink a biscuit or bar
A Waltz with Angels.
I often feel that lost kindred souls are never far away.
Anger.
I wrote this 10 years ago when my daughter cut me from her life. I haven't seen her or my precious grandchildren since. I've obviously worked through the pain, but the memory lingers.
I Really don't !
I really don't like the way you think, I really don't like your granite sink, I really don't like your taste in food, I really don't like your precious mood, I really don't like what you say, I really don't like everyone else must pay, I really
Time
Just came to me :)
Teddy Bears in Paradise
This is a deeply personal piece. It is whimsical, and at times silly in it's words, but purposeful. Hidden within its words are moments, places, and dreams once shared with someone special. Even the dedication has a special code. If the person for whom it was written should find it here she would surely recognize it. I have often thought of producing a line of teddy bears based upon the poem and including a bound copy with each bear.
For Jamie
When my second husband died, I think I may have relied too heavily on my daughter for strength, it was her step father, and she has always been the spiritual one.. still I wonder. what toll, this has taken on her.
Baby
I want a baby to hug And snug Am I a mug? No Give me a baby now! I want a baby Not a maybe! Give me a baby now! I want a baby to cradle Not to label Am I not able? Yes Give me a baby now! I want a baby to talk to Change it's nappy
~~TO BE A FAMILY OF CHOICE~~
To show being from your family is very indeed important as many kids today are not very grateful for their family they are given too.Without family who do you go home to?
Daddy Come Home...Please Dont Fight
I saw a story about soldiers with family and thought of doing a poem for them, how hard it must be.........kind of makes me feel both luck and proud. Feel sorry for the children wanting there family back.. Please comment and tell me what you think of it Thanks
Me
I love you I hate you I need you Afraid to love Afraid to be loved Push most away Scared of you Have many fears Don’t abandoned me Tell me you love me I won’t cry Shadows always running through my head Living with this condi
Momma Where Are You ?....
Dedicated to my friend..... Prayers with you....
Symphony of solitude
My faults my childhood soul food, Misery of family separation So hope to be there for others more somehow As this helps me to heal Knowing I do better that's all excuse my rant.
Somebody somewhere……..
What can I say …..
Gray Hair And Wrinkles!
1. I remember walking past a high-school there were a bunch of teenagers more males then that of females. As I walking past their school city bus stop, I heard what they were talking about their parents and grand parents. 2. Here's what I hea
A Sinner Like God
This Poem was placed 5th in a contest, even though, many who read it could not cipher the rhetoric. My hat goes off to the person who come close to the real rhetoric (purpose) of the write.
For my little angel
That is dedicated to my 5 years old daughter Anna-Gabriella
Grandma and Her Hero
She walked with beauty and elegant grace, but sadness worn on her lovely face. The years had passed that brought her joy. And a glow that burnt so long ago. A memory so dim, of how her heart was won. He was always full of joy, A joke and a
The Role of a Family
Wrote from the heart what more can I say My tears are enough to remind me that everything I do today is what my father wished for when he went on his way.
----N.O.W--
i was once a little kid my dreams where my life, my haunts where my nightmares but i never dreamed of this knife, i saw there was a chance for me to come true, in my dreams i was forever werent you, i never cried i never thought, that i was
ol' bones
the lucky get there
Where is Abby 1963?
No maiden shall be left behind. She can run but she cannot hide! It's castle law.. Article 15 Section 24 Cafe
My mum
I wrote this in remembrance of my mum. god rest her soul
Bits and Pieces
I have portrayed an elderly man in his last hours he is entirely fictional
My Mom
Took this long to get to the point where I could write this.
mum
sent to mum on mothers day
we got you a card
The tables set The Sunday roast is cooked The veg is on The gravy made The cards on the table It read to you mother dearest Join us for dinner Your seat is empty Where once you sat We think of you daily We wonder why you went
The Chair.
It was writen at christmas time. My mother had died two months earlier. So at christmas I took the sleeper train to another country and stayed there a few days alone.
Never Judge A Book By Its Cover!
Self Explanatory really!
My Scottish Gran’
I was so very fortunate growing up a young child to know a very sweet and loving grandmother, (Maggie), who taught me how to study nature and learn all the birds by their songs and all the flower names by the little rhymes she made up for them that grew along the roadside. She has been long gone now, but in my heart I will always cherish her.
Correct!
So you're not rich? got nothing to show for your life, but what did you sow? Children who grew to be, proud for anyone to see, No monetary life? filled with strife? Just tenderness and good direction, Won't be sent to a place of correction
To Those That Love Him! Part Two
1. Psalm 138:8 New King James Version "The Lord will perfect that which concerns me; Your mercy, O Lord, endures forever; Do not forsake the works of Your hands." 2. To teenage-girls and grown-up single and married women there is a way
tomorrow could be your day
from those around.... ihear aCry.... a mouthful sob.... a hopeless sigh.... I hear their footsteps leaving slow, And then i know my soul must FLY A chilly wind begins to blow, within my soul, from head to toe, And then ,
Hidden Tears..........
For my lovely wife Kathy ............she misses her family and her mother at this time of the year.............Happy Mothers day to all........
My Dad
To my strength today. To all the amazing Men here. Happy father's Day.
MY LITTLE CHILD.
MY LOVELY CHILD. MY LOVELY CHILD I AM UR MOTHER YOU ARE MY BREATH, HAPPINESS, HELPING HAND. EVERY DAY I SEE U HOW DO PLAY WITH TOYS, WITHOUT KNOWING HOW'S LIFE CHALLENGING. JUST U K
! Happy Birthday Son !
Through-Out The Years We Carry On With Joys & Tears My First-Born Son Through Birthdays Past And Yet To Come They Go So Fast By-Setting-Sun-> So Make Them Last While You Are Young Now That You Cast Ones Of Your Own Dad
How to be a man
This is a poem about a boy waiting for his father to show him how to be a man
Road to Recovery
This is for all the people who are fighting addictions
RE: Tellin the moon not to shine
to bad everyone who likes my poem lives to far away to message me i wouldnt mind havin a pen pal tho mabey ill change my settings...
RE: hurt
thank you......
RE: thoughts (on the outdoors)
Hi, serpico12, How inspirational to comb the wind with your hair...take up your pen. Nice read. So many images pass by. Thank you for sharing the ride....
RE: Instinct
my brother howls like a wolf at the full moon on occasion! (well with the weather here it'snot always possible or advisable ) but yes it does reach out to some ancient part of us.....
RE: Why Should I live
That's deep, hope you can find peace and happiness....
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