Springtime In The Mountains
Trying to create a little springtime mood in this one……..
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.
My life as a young girl
I'm forever grateful.
FOOD, ON A PLATE OF THOUGHT
DEDICATED TO ALL GOOD FATHERS OUT THERE
My Piano Man
A memory distant,yet very close to my heart of my Grandfather playing piano,and me all dressed up,tapping my black patten shoes upon the floor as if thy where tap shoes,dancing away,as I swirled the dress as if I was the Bell of the Ball. And always the mirthful look he wore upon is face,is one that is forever bedded in my mind and in my heart.
"My Poppy's Red Sugar Beets"
When I was child I would stay with my grandparents on my mothers side of the family. My grandmother was Lithuanian and my grandfather was Sicilian. My Grandpa always had a vegetable garden and in that garden he grew big red sugar beets. I hated th
Young Thoughts & Feelings
This is my first poem ever.
The Ocean
My young ears hear the sound in the night It is my first night The rhythmic rush and pound and the quiet churn surrounds me The window, cracked open slightly brings in the cold fume of the salty air Each breath is soothing and I fall asleep
daddy
i wish i didn't do this i wish i was ok i wish the past would lose itself and daddy would go away. i'm sorry that i ruined your life but fact is that he ruined mine yes-i could've kept it secret but then i'd be dead and you'd regret it.
Oh How I Loved Her; Hillbilly Musing
Great memories from my youth in Almost Heaven, West Virginia. My Sweet Hillbilly Girl, the Lord took her, way too soon. The reference to "Mini Thin" refers to a West Virginia native Hillbilly rapper. Check him out Y'all!
Little Mary Bottle
Cute little Mary Bottle lived in a cute little town called Cutesville. Little Mary was picture perfect. She always smiled at everyone, everyone in town. Her blue eyes were blue as the sky and her bouncy blonde hair glinted with a touch of sun. So al
I REMEMBER
THIS IS NOT A POEM. I WROTE THIS TO SHOW HOW SPECIAL GOD, MY FAMILY, AND MY LIFE IS TO ME!
Saturday Club
A glance back at more innocent times and the child still within.
Some little regrets.
Again, uncertain. Sometimes words just start. Sometimes I cry or laugh while I write. This time I cried. A lot.
Make Believe
For childhood goodbyes.
The Covid Child.
It must be very difficult for children to make sense of Covid.
SHAWN
this story is about a guy i knew as a teenager, he taught me how not to be the victim of other kids because i did not grow up in that part of town or because they considered me a nerd or an outsider
Flowers
I never quite knew why my father took me hiking, Unlike other dads who simply took a belt to their rebellious son. My punishment to toil in the soil, Get dirty, and climb literal mountains That began as a tiny chip on boyhood's shoulder. There
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.
THE CAT LIED
YES, I even like to write kiddies poems. Try saying this after a few bourbans.
Pain
I just can't think, I'm losing control, The pain that's inside, Cuts straight to my soul, Deep, dark and empty, Tired of living in sin, My mind starts to wonder. Where should I begin? Should I start as child, When my step-dad used to beat
Never say never
Lol nothing much I just felt I could drop some lines. :D
Nell
this is for my grandmother,my strength
"GOOD PARENT"
You say you're a good parent Though your daughter's on the street. You paid for things, a roof and clothes She never lacked for stuff to eat. You ask, "How can she do this?" To YOU , when you've given so much! It's just not FAIR, ungrateful k
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
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
Not Fair
A child.... separation of parents, the more I thought about it the more it evoked ire in me.... It just sort of jumped out at me... this one for the children and yet, so inadequate...
I Did It My Way
being in boarding school was often not much fun for a rebel like me lol I used to sneak out on moonlit nights catch up a horse and ride it through the fields with just a halter or bridle great fun never got caught either this is for all rebels hugs
One in a Crowd
Just thoughts that came to mind
YET INSPIRED
Frank Zappa once said, "It's a drag being rejected." True. But to me, interpreting our world differently than most is evidence that we're on a more enlightened journey through this reality, whatever the f**k it is!?
A Childs Adventure children's poem
Racing down the stairs ready for the day's adventures in a hurry to get outside mother making me eat first I bolt my food as fast as possible then flee outside and down the road stopping at Bobby's on the way his mother telling us behave
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
The Last Breath Of Innocence
There is for some a particular moment where a tragic or brutal event marks the time where ones innocence is lost - once lost, it is lost forever. For others it is slowly and unknowingly lost over time and perhaps would never seem or known to be lost.
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 :)
Those Dixie Storms
Memories of my youth in the South...Dixieland.
Little Mary Bottle : Part 2
Twas a beautiful day in Cutesville as beautiful as could be. And little Mary Bottle was cheerful as cheerful could be. Today was the day that Mary most desired, today was the day of the pageant to pick "Best Child" of Cutesville this year. The p
Little Mary Bottle : Conclusion
The little boy from the other side of town raised his head and looked around. All the town folk and the judges of course, were looking at him. Looking at him with expectation on their faces, please try little boy they seemed to be saying. A spar
Alone in the attic (childhood memory aged 5)
This poem reflects my plight at the age of 5, I was taken from my mother by my father to an unknown address miles from my family home after my mother was taken into hospital for being kicked in the stomach by my father when she was 8 months pregnant resulting in a miscarriage, then I was told my mother was dead (she wasn't) and lived with my father's new family and 6 children who bullied and abused me, after 11 months my father returned me to my grandma and I was taken into care finally returned to my mother when I was 7 years old.
Sun Days
A splash of rain on the window pane I'm lying here thinking of you again Sunday drives in our old Renault 5 Driving aimlessly around the countryside Stopping for a walk, me lagging behind The scent of honeysuckle in the air We'd pick fuschia
dune and dawn of an island
instant love fragrance...
Little Mary Bottle : Part 3
And so the little boy from across town also preened and primped. He smoothed his unruly hair and brushed his teeth till they were as white as white could be. From under his bed did the little boy pull a box, a box that held a jacket and pants. He don