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?
Daddy Don't Cry
Daddy don't cry.... I'm no feen... Just like to get high... I know I put you through alot.... Please dont give up on me pop... i've never forgot.... Who was there when my mom was not... 10 years old on the block... my daddy taught me how to f
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
THE GETAWAY BY TREVOR HILL (DECEASED SON) 2008
MY SON HAYDEN TREVOR HILL WROTE IT IN THE 8TH. GRADE. IT WON THE GWENDOLYN BROOKS POETRY CONTEST. TREVOR DECEASED MARCH 16 2008. HE IS DOING GODS WORK NOW. HE WAS A GREAT POET. THIS POEM IS IN GOLDEN MAGAZINE. HE WAS 29 YEARS OLD. I LOVE YOU SON 'DAD'
mean grandpa story
I was skipping stones in the Clackamas River and grandpa told me this story. Once there was a stone. She lived just about where you are standing. She lived here for millions of years and witnessed many interesting things. then one day a b
One Life, One Love
I wrote this poem for my little boy who is growing up so fast.
opera # 2
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opera # 1
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Emily
To my darling grand daughter EMILY
Beginning
Waking in a world that is so diminutive I can see the back of my skull and in this I know how vast it is So I fly for a while Like an angel with a broken wing Not knowing if I am going to hit the earth or not But where have I gone Nowhere!