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.
"From Innocence To A Buzz"
It's another gloomy, rainy day in Oregon.... maybe it's detected in the piece I've composed?
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
Memento Mori
An amusing sonnet of reflection on some fabled nighttime stories I told my sons years ago....
{Whence Gonneth Those Days?}
I just remembered my childhood days, of the days spent at my Gradmas house in wodehouse road at Colaba in south Mumbai.There was innocence, fun, laughter, picnics, swimming in the sea, movies and great food prepared by my grand parents.
Witch Night
Halloween's coming soon:) cheers all.
Flower Child and Sparks Fly
Life was so much better as a child growing up in the 1960's than it is today.
Mom didn't die today
This was a day in my life when I was about 10 years old.
Hear
those beautiful shells. Soph xx
Weekend Home - Fourth Draw Down
Memories of Childhood
The Child
It was the first time i had seen through the eyes of a child.
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
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My Willow Tree
I remember when i was five, my favourite place to be, was not school or the playground, it was my special willow tree. I could climb it and sit on it, it would even give me shade, sitting under it on a hot day, with my little bucket and sp
Touched - a poem for K. L. E.
The trust that comes from a child, nothing purer or sweeter. My second meeting with the child I'm working with. I have not done much but the school director noticed the changes in the boy already. Just proves how amazing love, faith, compassion, patience, trust, respect and a lot of encouragement given to any child as a whole is able to transform even those labelled by mainstream institutions.
Ohh The Birthday Candles
Ohh... The Birthday Candles You-Better-Make-It-Fast-> You Got To Blow So Many, How Will You Make It Last?
Children for Presidents *C2 Challenge*
Lets kick out these world leaders and nominate children to rule the world. 2015.
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!
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
Childhood Memories: Vigus and I
Iambic hexameter (bentlee's challenge)
SHE WROTE THIS (i have dimentia)
BECAUSE SHE'S A CHEAP DATE!
crazy world
crazy world
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
NOBBY
This is a true account of my brother's homicide in 1990 I have performed this poem for performance poetry In Donegal, Tyrone and Fermanagh and it has touched many peoples hearts
digress
switched into the voiceless, helpless abyss Is there no one to talk to out here? can anyone here my frustration at this? I know I am "very important to us" but can we talk...like "h.e.l.l.o." "how are things going today?...want come coffee?"
A Childs Wish
childhood flashback (no offense)
its so simple even a child can do it
just getting warmed up!! hahahaha
Words
Some words let you in. Some words shut you out. Others build an icy wall between, frozen block upon frozen block— not unkind, simply formidable— to dismiss the connection. Ah, but no words— therein lies the dagger!
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!
A Doll Like You
Dedicated to My Sister, who is a Prominent Porcelain Doll Maker. She is in a Battle with Breast Cancer right now. This one is for her! It Honors Her Talents as a Doll Maker!
~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..........
School haiku
I took Hannah to school today and watched the bus drivers release the children to start their day.. some children hopped and skipped in happy to be back.. while most slowly, sadly shuffled in.. 179 more days to go lol Hannah was one of the slow ones ...
Childhood Memories
Some childhood memories. Don't try any of this at home.
Organic ABC - just dreaming
Something light...I just received a card from my grand daughter...she loves picking fruits and flowers and the thought made me miss her so much...what a joy it would be to see her go through the few plants Nu and I have managed to plant and keep so far...
Boyhood
He balances himself on that narrow limb as the creek rushes beneath his feet He's a warrior in this mighty jungle and who knows what foes he'll meet He steps lightly among the rocks and trees his slingshot ever to the ready With X-Ray vision
Deck chair for hire.
The hired out lampshade poem jogged my memory of a hired out deck hair,
Anna's secret
Thriller in the old town tonight!
The Babe
Up thinking and this came to me. Hope you like. Take care, Pink.
A child's smile
Just a quick thought into a few words......please comment
"Knock"
Loved writing this. Soph
Little Bird
This is a song about my early years in Catholic Ireland and how my adapted brother and I longed to escape that claustrophic athosphere.
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