Beautiful girl, perfect girl
This poem is close to me please comment with true feelings about it if u'd like ta x Lorii xxxx
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
An Open Letter ...(Elo and Socrates' challenge)
thanks guys!!!
GROWING UP IN MY NEIGHBORHOOD
reminissing of my childhood,and feeling so blessed!!!a more innocent time..I Really miss it.
A Child's Christmas
Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year to all CS folks! Please remember the Children!
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
Starving Child.
This was written after my visits to Africa, viewing the poverty and the street kids begging is something that will always stay with me...
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.
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.
Here's Johnny!
I was a school bus driver for 5 years. But this poem is not so much about my school bus kids as it is about me and the way I was in school. But I had a few kids that might pretty much fit this description. That's why I could relate to them so well. lol.
Ode to my hero...
A little story: I was 6 years old, i entered the living room and was clearly in "the huff", my father asked me what was wrong!? I said "ok, dad, imagine you were god" he did , "ok, now, if i came to you and said, ok god, give me all the powers of superman, make me that special and i will help YOU, i will make peace, stop wars, cure hunger and save lives, the deal is, if i missuse my powers you can just take them right back..." my dad pondered for a moment and said "son, your right, i would give you that chance.." with that i stood up, placed my hands in my pockets, and shrugged with another deep sigh.. "Then whats gods problem!!? sheesh!!" back then i really didnt understand why he didnt grant my wish...lol...
life
sorry not great but my first ever effort lot of truth in there
Silly Nana
Yup,my silly nana,dear departed, I smile. xxxx
Salt On A Birds Tail
There is an old story and it's likely not true, but I am still going to share it with you. You see the old story went that if you wanted to catch yourself a little birdie, and I know that this is probably going to sound pretty nerdy, but they sho
In Search of Jack Frost
As a child I looked for Jack Frost with my parents so this is in Christmas remembrance.
Alternate me(Alternate you)
What if?
Animazed
No means no right? Two of my favorite scenes Or Its just a thought, nothing unusual about the innuendoes in the cartoons. Nor do I really think it reflects anything any more then Archie Bunker. It is what it is just thought it would be fun to write about or maybe I just think too much
To Boldly Go.......
This poem is a commentary on the invasive pace of modern lifestyles. "To boldly goes where no one has gone before" epitomizes a spirit much different than a child's natural shyness. I was such a child, once shy and fearful of life. With so many uncertainties about the direction of society, harm to environment, and political misgivings...is anyplace safe anymore?
Leave me alone
this poem i dont need to explain its meaning however just to say where i wrote where she doesnt tell and her tears are her own, i wrote that only because its reality, so many school kids keep to themselfs to deal with what they think is THEIR problem when its not, its everyones really in knowing how school bullying can be solved.
a children's story
I wrote this a few years ago....enjoy.
I lurk in the shadows that tell me I am.
I lurk in the shadows that tell me I am.
Browning
Childhood memories, memories of my two brothers Michael and Thomas RIP, Love you always,
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Saw my sons facebook page status update this morning..... I tried to be a good mom.. I got away from the abuse I thought in time.. I just screwed up both our lives. God I love him.. Im trying to think and come up with solutions.. I have none.
Kalpana
Childish poem
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.
PAISLEY
This is a children's book i wrote please leave me feedback
Rivers of Life.
On Face Book I saw a photo of a huge ship travelling along the Thames.....everything changes...or does it.
Pictures in a Box
Pictures I found in a box at home Frozen images of a boy and a time long gone Im flying a kite over a snow covered field Behind me my grandfathers barn rest on a hill Hi
Eyes of a Country Girl
There is much to be said about life growing up and living on a small farm in a small town.
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.
An artificail beautiful lady every man wants
Ancient Fairytale and belief
Obviously
I was about 8 years old and my first thought was this man either had x-ray vision or he was peeking in my window while I ate breakfast.
A POEM BY A MAN CONSUMED W/CONTRITION ~free!~
IT IS A POEM ABOUT WHAT IS AND ISN'T
Resuscitating the real me
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 fa
Reading as a Child
“The greatest tragedy of the family is the unlived lives of the parents.” - C.G. Jung
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'
Choice
To a child sometimes things look black and white.
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.
Going Home
....going home.
perhaps AWARE should be the word BEWARE ~freecee!~
BECAUSE JUST I DIDN'T DESERVE WHAT I GOT AND CAN'T GET MY JUST DESSERTS
LOST IN THOUGHT..
Short rhyme about thoughts and theyre impact on our lives...I think..
Silent shame.
This poem is about s*xual abuse in childhood years, those who are affected by such an appalling crime are isolated with undying shame, albeit a non willing participant. The adult world passes impotently by thus amplifying the degradation and shame, the victims more often than not, are unable to unravel in simple terms, yet illustrate quite clearly by behavioral traits, which compounds the evil that in general remains for the rest of their days. This poem is the tormented emotion, details if you wish, imagine for yourselves if you dare.
RE: Love....when it rains
@Bill, Thank you so much for your wonderful review. So happy you liked it! You have made my day! Sharon...
RE: ANGELS
Well I liked it Kickit....a very imaginative slant on the heavens....
RE: 126 in 22 days
Heartbreaking words. Nicely written....
RE: Summer Love.
beautiful pic ken and matches with the poem thank you...
RE: Good Witch of the North
Good to hear, Rachael!...
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