Most Viewed Childhood Poems (355)

Sleep well my infant dear, gently rest
in your new world bathed with heavenly light;
Whilst I, with oceanic tears my grief invest,
for my infant dear, live in spheres of endless night,

Pray I therefor, your eyes grace a differing day,
annulling pain, which each earthy day did pass,
sad aching arms that once the loving breast did lay,
that unquestionable love, wherein the Motherly heart amass,

Thus, heart torn and wrenched, alone in morbid solitude,
empty the yearning arms, relegated to despondent shade,
wet the woeful eyes, yet love's vision still intrude,
for betwixt us both, corridors shall ne'er be slayed,

Nurtured I, your all too shorter days, sanctified no less
though sadly brief, lovingly proud, I happy bore
thee to my breast, my whole being did so address,
yet now in grief, wished that I could have done more,

I, in fruitful sorrow still your passing pine,
for our hopes and what might have been,
to daily watch the rich progression of the vine
amid the fields of life bathed in youthful green.

I went outside one morning to play

I met a man who said good day

You had eggs for breakfast today

Would he know this? I said No Way

How could you know this I pray?

Because it's all over your face!

and i MEAN THAT DEVOUTLY it's just most of your e-mails are like telling me stuph i've long ago lost intest in....such as if i use a word out of context, despite the fact that i did it purposelly....i just want people to wake up and think about Jesus, whether or not He was The Son Of Man i do not know, but I can say with surety that a man named Jesus of Nazareth walked this earth....now think about what a world this would be if everyone lived as He proscribed. I wouldn't be an arrogant moron, the first Bush didn't want war, no babies are ever killed, sexually mutilated and thown into the nearest dumpster. Methinks my Lord and Savior would frown upon what we are doing to this planet whereupon lobbyists in Wash.D.C.take $ to produce medications he wouldn't give his family because one of the side effects may be that you WILL DIE!

THEY SAID REPENT AND I WONDERED WHAT THEY MEANT

I revel in close calls
And that which I do takes balls
I’m comfortable hanging by a thread
While I eliminate the thought of my being dead

I swim through rough waters against the tide
And just keep repeating “Satan is on my side”
One must be aware of what turning a corner may bring
Because I look at life as if it is simply a fling

Each day is a joke and I am its punch line
And I don’t advise anyone to live a life like mine
It’s frightening and fearful and every day I fret
I worry about those I will meet and those I have met

I’m a man who lives with close calls and has balls
As I wander through lengthy and eerily dark halls
There’s always the haunting sound of someone turning a knob
And that’s what makes being an addict such a difficult job
© 2011.…~free cee!~

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 fat and everybody would act as if I didn’t stand out
I was the only black girl in all my classes
And I guess I fit the stereotypes of loving chicken and oh their favourite one "black girls have big asses"
Blonde trophies to the right of me and smart brunettes and red heads to the left
In front of me was their beauty
Behind me lost in the shadows was my vanity
Half dead still clinging on to old memories to survive
Asking me how could I let any girl lower my ego when I won 6 beauty pageants since I was 5?
The memory of being the little gymnastics queen
Who can still do the same moves at nineteen
Long hair and chocolate skin with a little sheen
Put vanity back in business behind a protective screen
I stopped eating I forced the weight to go
I stopped crying and used make up to block them from seeing my true feelings I vowed I'll never let them show
Strange how the bullying turned to loving when I started to look better how that happened? I’ll never know
But all this vanity is like commodity that I’ll later exchange for modesty
At least I can pretend I’ve never felt the wrath of despondency.

Reading as a Child


Where can I find quiet?

My thoughts scatter at sounds

knocking, knock-knocking.

Inside the panelled cave dwells parents’ silent attire.

I enter and turn, facing out.

Calm cottons, serene silks, peaceful polyesters

drape behind me like ghosts from the past.

I roll the hollow door shut, pressing in the peace.

As I lower myself to sit,

I fall through layers of shoe funk

hovering two feet thick.

Unfortunately, the quiet awakens Tinnitus,

who is usually hidden laced within the racket.

Finally secure, I concentrate my quilted mind under a dim bulb

and over words barely reflecting into peepholes.

Comprehension is vital

dad wears out his tongue,

as Mom sits hooked,

weaving twisted worries

that I pattern.

THERE IS A LITTLE PLACE I GO. FOR A WINTER GETAWAY IN THE SNOW. IT IS'NT VERY BIG, YOU SEE- BUT FOR SOME,IT'S A LAND OF FANTASY. THERE ARE NO UNICORNS HERE, ONLY HORSES,COWS AND DEER.LITTLE INDIANS SIT IN THE TOWN SQUARE,SELLING JEWELRY HERE AND THERE. TURQUOISE,SILVER AND GOLD. AT THE END OF THE DAY IT'S USUALLY SOLD. MANY PEOPLE COME TO SKI,BUT MOST COME FOR ITS BEAUTY. HOT BATHS ARE NO PROBLEM HERE,AND WHEN YOUR DONE,YOUR MIND IS CLEAR. PEOPLE FROM EVERY RACE COME TO STAY AT THIS LITTLE PLACE. AND NOW I'LL TAKE THE TIME TO SAY, THE PLACE I GO IS CALLED SANTA FE.

When I was young and innocent,
All the ladies would say Oh My,
I had no idea what their intent,
Now am older I wonder Why,

As a child I was blessed with long lashes,
Big blue eyes of wonder,
How was I to know what those gals had under sashes,
Now am older I know I did blunder,

Growing up was like hail and thunder,
Splashes of sunshine between the rain,
Emotional spasms of desires hunger,
Moments of loves silence refrain,

Now much older and body slightly bent,
Eyes still glow with that bluey hue,
Women are always a mans intent,
I still have some growing to do.

I want my mum
I want my dad
Is that too much to ask
I want them both
Where I can see
Not travel to and fro

Why can't they both
Live here with me
I'm not that bad
I'll try to be
Much better still
If you'll come live with me

You say that both
Of you have changed
At present things are different
Love has left, no longer there
Is love for me
Gone the same way

No, no you say
Don't worry so
You love me forever
But how I ask
Can this be so
If both of you have changed

If you can choose
To love me now
And choose to love me ever
Then why I ask
Why can't you choose
To love one another

AWARE DOESN'T MEAN I CARE
so it's like i'm hanging out at a bar one night
and I met Nadine under the neon light
we had a very nice conversation and i thought being friends was alright
but she had another agenda so as to hide from the bright

oh yes, says she, and commands with such conviction
and then her leaving without saying goodbye made fiction non-fiction
because i thought she and me might be friends the way it was meant to be
her to ease the pain of losing the closest one to me
and i to help her when help be her plea

but you see one must see past the flaws of an ex-friend
except when they're not willing to flex or to bend
one day I thought we were friends the next i was grieving
because that's what i aways do when a friend doesn't say she's leaving
(c) 2011 (as if this has to copywritten, it's only to one unforgiving, oblivious and heartless soul who found a way to have a falling out for a reason sshe caused in the first place.....twice.....poets are supposed to have soul enough to say "hey, i did make it seem like we were friends and then took off without a word, maybe he had a reason to feel abandoned, betrayed and all by someone who wanted his help as well...maybe it's easier to say "I enjoy living alone" than iit is easier than to say, "i wish i had someone to live the rest of my life with, but maybe I keep
making the same damned mistake. some people never become AWARE!
~free!~

Do you hear me,im trying to speak
so very young,emotionally weak
my innner thoughts,my only voice
think in silence,its not a choice.


Got things to say,to speak my mind
will you listen,it would be kind
look out the window,and dream away
a silent soul,the mind will play.


Thoughts they come,and then they go
what will be next,you never know
a spinning top,a mind so full
imagination becomes so dull


Years roll by,its still the same
fears and thoughts,an endless game
a healthy mind,a vital tool
dont overthink,dont be a fool...