Bubbles
blowing bubbles......
Childhood dreams
When I think back on my childhood days, and the wild wonderful world set before me, I sometimes wonder why I had been lead into such a fools paradise.. Cotton candy, and roller coasters, yo-yo's and sling shots.. Really? Camping in a tent in m
Poet to Poet 1/14/15
Poet to Poet early morning/ darkness/ Poet, old bag of bones upside down, what are you searching for in poetry, in meditation? the mother you never had? the c
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.
What Comes Up The Stairs
A game we played when my children were very young
Unforgetable Love
I do wonder what became of her..
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
THE EVIDENCE OF GHOSTS
The things that children are told stays with them, but it is the adult's actions that can spell out the destiny of one's life.
Devoted
Domestic violence awareness week
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
Mommy are you okay
I took myself back to when I was a child, and my mom wasn't there and i just didn't understand why, today I know, just a little to late, because i already felt those feelings
Island of misfit boys
I love to sleep because i pretend that i'm dead, but i hate waking up, 'cause it's hard to forget that i've lost all control of this life that i've held so dear. I wait for the bus but i'm not on the bench. I'm just spread across the ground making fr
Vanity Mirror
So this just sprung from my mind so it's abit all over the place :/
1970.........elo's challenge
i have very fond memories of my sis and i ............she was the leader only because she was 3 years older and i was the back up ...ha ha
Under wings (children's poem)
Co-oooo-CO soft the song of the morning dove gathering twigs in quiet grove to weave a nest where eggs will rest placing each in way that's best round and round each to wind tell a nicer home you could not find Co-oooo-Co soft the song o
The Hold Up
Now this is a true story and I refuse to say more on the grounds that I might incriminate myself. Was not a real gun.
happy sunshine
just feeling happy sunshine today wish every one the best day are night where you are
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.
Carry Me Home
Carry me home Like a leaf in a breeze on an autumn morn Like the sound of laughter from our youth The familiar smell of rhubarb pie On a cold and clammy eve in July Carry me home To where we would sit and chat About everything and anything
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.
WHEN 2 STARS MEET
TREAT EACH ONE AS IF THEY WERE A STAR!
My Child
For my daughter.
Ice in my veins
Ice in my veins and tears that poke I feel it still from the words that you spoke Shivering on the frozen ground My pounding heart, I hear every sound Hiding away from the reach of your grasp But you could feel my fear, hear my gasp No sunlig
Madonna Moon
In the still kiss of dawn Madonna moon murmurs goodbye to a favorite child. She fades from a place where birds, who once slipped through small hands, sing of freedom in a fair, gold sky. I stand on the edge of morning scattering my dream
Nostalgia
I really want to do all this......
RADIO
I spent many hours as a boy listening to shortwave radio; this poem recalls those times, when the whole world was there for the listening, until the internet age dawned, and all the stations disappeared...victims of government short-sightedness and penny pinching. There really were spy messages-and still are-on shortwave-they are known as 'number stations'-no ID, no words at all, just numbers...
Cheerleader poem
My niece is a coal river miner and I wrote this for her. She taught it to all her friends. Goes to the tune I'm a little teapot
She was to young to know
True story..
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
Always Smiling
Thought I'd try to write something different and happy.
Dungaree Blues
Feeling a little nostalgic for the 1960's.......
Garage Sales and Gossip
This information about my family wasn't pleasant to hear, woke me up this morning along with the daily dread of going to a bad job. At least the friend said I was a good kid.
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
Bad Day
every guy can relate to this boys imagination..lol
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
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
!! nOW fOR a gOOD nIGHT'S rEST !!
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Porch Swing
a friend from here on CS asked me to write about where i was from and he did the same! this came from the core of my upbringing. please send some feeedback
Christmas
Dredged up from a memory from the dark and distant past when I was about 7
mommy
mommy i needed you but you were never there. i cryed but you just didnt care i was a child to young to understand, all of your lies I now know. I know who you really are. you make me sad with all the pain that you have brought me.
The Day of the Axe
If memory serves me correctly I must have been about four Left at home with grandmother To watch and keep me safe Being a child there’s something I said Can’t quite rightly remember what But she changed, demon possessed With an axe she came
Childhood Memories
Thinking back to long summer days when life was simpler and pleasures more appreciated.