First Kiss
I was 8. She was 9. Beware of Cougars.....
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?
Losing Control
I jsut can't think I'm losing control The pain that's inside Runs straight to my soul Deep, dark, and empty Tired of living in sin My mind starts to wonder Where do I begin When when my dad would beat me Or should I be 18
Kids food
We've all had one a childhood Then we get older and have our own I guess we will never learn to leave well enough alone
Why do you read my poems
Are you a vouyer to my past To read my words From my lifes journey On my journey of life's toil To find my hidden sole my life You read with such glee To find that hint of me My past my present My future not told I create these wor
Playtime
Having been raised in foster care, I thought writing about it might bring a new perspective. As with most of my poetry, what it did was bring some peace of mind
Infant's Own
What does the newborn baby feel? I wonder....
Your Choice
Stillness in the air quiet is all i hear. watching all around looking at the mystery in front of me waiting to see where they will go. Where life will take them. What road of life will he/she travel down. Will you be a football player,a la
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A Child’s Song
A poem about childhood, innocence, and how even though the years go by, we don't have to give up who we were just to be who we are now. (I originally posted this at the Starlite Cafe poetry site back in 2010, under the name Grailknight777.)
Breaking the Cycle
The relationship I had with my dad.
One hand in another~~~~~~~~~~~
Cute and sweet enjoy
His Eyes
i made this in 7th during our poetry unit. its basically that someone's brother made/makes his mother cry everyday, and one day, he got so sick of her cry, that he just got up and left.
Why
This work is about the questions that i have asked myself over the many years.
Wonderful place
I wrote this for my 8 year old daughter, she loves it and has a copy in her room, she called it a wonderful place, hence the title. To bring a smile to her face is what life is all about.
Once Upon A Time...........
Once upon a time, there was a little girl She couldnt go out to play. She would sit at her window and look outside,watching the children on their bikes they would ride. She looked at the flowers, and the trees and the birds. But she didnt sa
Sad.
Wrote 20 yrs ago for school.
my childhood
i had a rough childhood by my father
From Parent to Child
Based on an extract from Author: Medard Laz (from the book "Love Adds a Little Chocolate"). * My Mom typed out the above poem for me when I was a teenager. If you like, you may want to consider passing it along to your son / daughter. I know it gave me food for thought. Lol
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Beyond the mirror
As a child I often looked into the mirror and asked myself if what I could see was in fact the real me and myself on this side of the mirror being just a reflection
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
I Wish to be child
Wish to be fitter ... 10-year-old butter I'm just a magnet! I have a little butter in the thought ... I want to go out on the storm night ... Thought tree wore under the tree! Call back The river gaarutra ... My dead smile on the river! My m
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
God loves me
Just read it
Broken Dreams (Part 1)
How can it be right when never shown the light? In a time in his so called prime told do as I say not as I do He’s just the problem child, he’s just so wild He begs for help but he says he is fine He was told grow up, get over it, it will pass H
just a poem
I'm sorry I hurt you- I know it's my fault I only learned from the past how to hurt and assault Stay with me though-I know I can love The people that hurt me-Are all up above I'm frightened but strong I now know they were wrong. A child- i
WINTER
like being a child again
Childhood and adolescent days
The poem or some sort of a poem written in verse attempts to create a crude collage of what I was as a child.I was just living without any knowing the rules of the game called existence.I was living with and sharing my life with everyone ,yet I seldom felt that I was with with them for long.I never sought a future,it came to me unannounced and carried me far away to places which made me more vulnerable and more obstinate. I am withholding the factual elements from the poem,just in case it does not turn out to be an autobiography and get rejected from the poem section.On a piece of paper of paper I would revisit it and do some more craftsmanship on the lines before drafting it as the final work.I dont know whether there are options for editing these lines in future.My illness also contributes to this poem which is reflected in some of those subtle expressions.It could be a PTSD,OCD,Asperger syndrome,Depressive ilness or just a little,little of every one.
Yoghurt face
To my beautiful daughter, life is about the small things,and the happiness she gets out of something simple, when I say you want a yoghurt,she run's into the kitchen like a shot.
Christmas
christmas
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
A Summer in Reflection
The morning sun hovers coyly behind broad shoulders of the John Crow Mountain before unwrapping petals of fever plant and Venice. Mama’s countenance was far contrast to one so radiant, so when the old Leyland bus went shuddering along gravel r
heart so cold
heart so cold winter born love and life soft as grey but torn away just to laugh but cry just a little bit of humble pie smile for me even when im just in misery love me now more then life as i feel i am empty looking for strangers hands to guide my
Embryo
Into this void Off liquid one so small From tiny dot One thus grow Two limbs Four limbs now grow One choirs emotion Motions the head one floats one drwells in the void of liquid life ones tail does follow as one swims about sound from outsi
90's Songs
I do karaoke every Thursday night unless there is a Packers game, Thanksgiving, or bad weather. The DJ said he was having a 90's costume party with 100 dollars for best dressed of a famous person from that decade. I picked out my favorite song from each year. Needless to say it has been thin pickings since the 2000's have come about.
One Life, One Love
I wrote this poem for my little boy who is growing up so fast.
Kids I longed to be
Husband and wife standing hand in hand, watching their new edition stand. welcoming his new times with broken words, Planning deeds which will take him a step towards, Winning the hearts of surrounding others. Trying to anticipate what they sa
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,
Red Balloons
Watching neighbor letting balloons fly for her deceased son's birthday.
''FORGOTTEN MEMORIES''
Written minutes after waking up, from hanging with past acquaintances.
My Baby's Nursury
What goes through the mind of a little baby in a nursery, it is Baby's little poem, My Baby's Nursery. this was written for a boy baby by changing a few words it can also reflect a girl Baby. My only child's poem.