Some little regrets.
Again, uncertain. Sometimes words just start. Sometimes I cry or laugh while I write. This time I cried. A lot.
do you love me?
Through the eyes of a child.
return to innocence
Innocence, What a beautiful gift. It can never be destroyed. I lost mine a long time ago. Or so I thought. But I found it again. It was within me all this time, One of my bestest friends. Helping me to believe in goodness, Till the b
Life in a Box
Obviously this is far from perfect, but the emotion in it is very real. I wrote this originally in a time where I had set so many rules and limits on myself that I had ceased to be myself. It's something hard to explain unless you know me, but it's my first offering to the community :)
pineapple trees and lemon sky
imaginary old fable tales days of our dreams dreams that are real think thought thunder crashing like hail one by one we conquer this we live in a forest of brilliance with magical lifeforms and dreams that make a child as happy as a movie pineapple
Rock Me to Sleep
Written by Elizabeth (Akers) Allen. 1832–1911
The Gods of Prospect Road
This one is about growing up.
happy sunshine
just feeling happy sunshine today wish every one the best day are night where you are
Mom on the Street
turns another corner of tables and tricks, chasing alley dreams of drinks and fix; another john hustle, smile and wink- my, how your boy has grown taller I think. not since Cleveland but don't you see, tomorrow's another daddy
innocence is bliss
child oh child why grow up so soon young as you are now playing all the games you can having all the fun you are child oh child don't grow up so fast these wonderful child moments try to make them last
Dad
well my dad left when i was young and i think alot of people can relate to this, i suppose i wrote this poem to consolidate the occasion to express the feelings with no anger involved :).
ten mile jump
Little boy thoughts of what's hiding under the bed, when it's time for lights out an sleep. :)
Faith and Gratitude
When I was little My Grandpa wrestled bears Every Sunday Out in the woods Behind the small house He built for us At least That's what he told me And I believed him For many years Even after I had figured him out
my favorite color
dawn melts the yellow sun as i sit in in a world of new imagination the yellow sky follows me into night i wonder through dreams of yellow clouds with yellow birds and when i wake up i feel the yellow sun stare into my soul as i walk down the streets
Nell
this is for my grandmother,my strength
Boyhood -----Maturity
This is about life's tribulations and adversities so fraught with possibilities at a tender age.what we choose so early in life gallops to a race that we can stop at our own choosing at any stage of our lives.
!! nOW fOR a gOOD nIGHT'S rEST !!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0c7pN3ZTXPc
Life Poem
I wrote this poem because I often think about life and how its important that despite our challenges there is always something to look forward to. I Chose to use a dolphin in this poem because I'm a diver and love them.
Breaking the Cycle
The relationship I had with my dad.
GROWING UP
Only a mother would know, what it is like to bring up children...
Blind (a poem for my dad)
This is the first poem I have ever written. I wrote it to my dad when I was 12 after my parents had gotten divorced
My Dear Son
My dear son, My life, my love, my sun! I cried with joy The day when you was born I work alot For you to have your wants I don't sleep When you are getting sick I don't blame you When you'r being weak I bring you food Protect you f
A Childs Wish
childhood flashback (no offense)
A child's smile
Just a quick thought into a few words......please comment
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.
Always Smiling
Thought I'd try to write something different and happy.
Keep it simple
Silver stars shine . The moon has blossmed Magical Wisdom Nights air is still gives light and clairity Peaceful warrior Fairy queen passoniate dreamer Born to awaken inner child has spoken Will live to give and fight to live Feelings of
5 TO LIFE
Breaking the silence for all abused.
I am your Love always
I am your Love always I am your child who plays your hand holding my hand Playing with me in the sand Helping me learn and grow Like the seed you sow you are my everything you are my one thing I love to listen to your song Not a tune or word
Childhood Memories
Some childhood memories. Don't try any of this at home.
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
BABIE'S BLUES
ABOUT MY BOY AND HIS PAIN.
MY POEM ABOUT AN EGG
ITS BOUT AN EGG ITS A TRUE STORY
Bubbles
blowing bubbles......
Bittersweet
I count each precious baby kiss And store them deep inside For future reference When kisses may not come so easily From growing lips. I see you standing there, Small, yet tall and proud In new school clothes And my heart catches in my throat.
Watching Nora Grow
We sit together on the bench, watching Nora play "Look! Look at me!" she cries Her little red head bounces and darts to and 'fro She picks up a leaf, a stone, a dandelion, Rushes up to us now and again, revealing her treasures Small in stature,
Weeping Willow
Weeping Willow oh how you spray. So gallant laying astray. Branches of steel yearning so high. Weeping Willow oh so strong, Why do you cry?
Witch Night
Halloween's coming soon:) cheers all.
mythical lore
captive childhood imagination the sight of a centaur an thought of pegasis where'd they exist, a faun a troll winged dragon in flight, page by page it's child's mind delight, in awe of the unicorn up on hind's flowing mane, folklore an legend's cent
Emily
To my darling grand daughter EMILY
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