Ode To Noah
My first poem. I was 13yrs old. I hadn't had a Christian experience yet, but our Mother taught us Bible stories. One night she told the story of Noah and the Ark. That night in my bedroom I was thinking about the story and the words came to me out of nowhere. I grabbed a pencil and started copying the words down as fast as I possibly could! And I've never forgotten them.
Saturday Club
A glance back at more innocent times and the child still within.
Lil' Christmas tree
Lil christmas tree with lights so bright, shine your star for me tonight Let mommy and daddy not fight so much Let them hug and kiss with a gentle touch Oh twinkling lights wash away my tears Fill this little girls stocking with joy not fe
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...
"this has no title"
This I coined when all of my Best friends were stoned on "The rock", When I was about 15...And upon the rock there was a small stream that cut out a cove under it and this is where I painted this, and it is still there to this day.
life
sorry not great but my first ever effort lot of truth in there
Gramma's Chair (an Easter Poem)
A little nostalgia in memory and and respect of my long departed Grandmother who taught me many things at a very early age about life. Happy Easter Gram !!! I sure do wish I could find somebody like you again to make me smile. You were the kindest and greatest woman I've ever known.
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
SHIRLEY MY LOVE
the love that passed me by for I didn't know she loved me until she started to cry! I just found out that my beautiful childhood sweetheart has passed away!
The hope
Ye poem un logo ko, jinhone aage badhna band kar diya hai. Aur khud ko niche mehsoos karte hain. Unhe aasha aur hausle ki nayi roshni me laati hai..
Kalpana
Childish poem
Childhood Memories: Vigus and I
Iambic hexameter (bentlee's challenge)
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.
~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..........
BENTLEE CHALLENGE
True story they laughed at me and the quiet girl got mad and rowdy after 1 hour waiting ha ha
Because Of You
I haven't put any of my lyrics in verses, bridges, etc. because I didn't think people would really want to read the same part over and over again. Each of my lyrics I post is basically the two verses; the bridge/break, pre-chorus, post-chorus and the chorus each once. I see I've turned into a bit of a serial poster so I'll give it a rest after this one.
THE CAT LIED
YES, I even like to write kiddies poems. Try saying this after a few bourbans.
Exciting Good Morning happy new year for Sweetheart
I wish I could always be with you. Wrapping my arms around you I constantly think about you. I miss you and I love you! Good Morning my Sweetheart You are my life, You are my everything A day without you Is like a day without sunshine I love you! Good Morning You are one special girl You can take my breath away With you, I can look forward to tomorrow I forget all the sadness and sorrow. I love you, dear. Good Morning A morning text does not simply mean, “Good morning.” Rather, it comes with the silent loving message, “I think of you when I wake up.” Good Morning my dear.
SCHOOL DAYS
I MET A GREAT TEACHER AND INSPIRATION TO ME! MY MUSIC TEACHER; MR HAMBURG!
She was to young to know
True story..
Daddy why?
OMG!
I wanted to fly
What I went through in foster homes. This is the reason I can write the kinds of poems I do. Many people have been through much worse but I pray my experiences can encourage others. Cafe
a children's story
I wrote this a few years ago....enjoy.
Hannahs Day at the Farm
I wrote this poem while watching my daughter then 2 run from animal to animal at her grandparents farm
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
I lurk in the shadows that tell me I am.
I lurk in the shadows that tell me I am.
Not Another Easter
I'm missing my baby sister. She is in heaven. Happy Easter to my loving poetry family. I love you. Blessings, Pink
The Child
I saw an ad by Sense which so moved me, they were asking for a one off £3 payment to buy sensory toys, I donated this poem to them to use in any way they felt fit to promote these children and their needs.
The Babe
Up thinking and this came to me. Hope you like. Take care, Pink.
The Green Witch and the Baby
. . . Sitting down, beside the fire, She saw the storm clouds, grow, So, picked up between her fingers, A thread of frost, and snow. One thread of rain, and hale, A thread of thunders boom, And to finish off, her creation, A thread of l
Stolen Innocence
This poem is about things that happened to me as a child and the pain and discomfort and how I dealt with it
thru the eyes of a child
this was written with the memories of birth, childhood, puberty and young adolescence.
Summer
Summer days,summer nights, Summer roads, summer light. Like summer love some are delights that don't get old. Summer job, summer fun, summer always on the run. My summer's long my summer's short my summer's gone .
Silly Nana
Yup,my silly nana,dear departed, I smile. xxxx
LOST IN THOUGHT..
Short rhyme about thoughts and theyre impact on our lives...I think..
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.
The Child
to be without one sense is hard enough but to be without two must be nearly impossible. I know of all the senses these are the two I would not want to lose.
Man of My Dreams
I had a dream When I was small I’d watch it play out Against the wall Though he came As if a stranger There never was A lasting danger Excitement then He did invoke And when he left My heart was broke The dreams they left With chil
Thinking of David.
This the story that my Mother revealed to me, about my brother David, her love and commitment to her very poorly son, who died at the age of 10 months, which this day and age would merit minor surgery, such the two edged sword of life.
Deck chair for hire.
The hired out lampshade poem jogged my memory of a hired out deck hair,
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 Childs mind a gift
To see the world through a child's eyes Colour ricochets with feelings of wonder Time endless days are weeks Innocence a gift in youth Sheer joy free a feeling of bliss A child's mind spirit and soul Capable of rational taken by age Exci