return to innocence
Innocence, What a beautiful gift. It can never be destroyed. I lost mine a long time ago. Or so I thought. But I found it again. It was within me all this time, One of my bestest friends. Helping me to believe in goodness, Till the b
Homeless?
My parents got divorced and it ripped our home apart.
what are heroes
A frosty window pane childrens toys and games diamond smiles on icy xmas lights shine on the faces of a huddled carol group thay sing of peace and silent night A liitle boy that no one knew stud closely by and hung a line or two there voices
Bunny
The little bunny had a shiny nose, a thing it could not mend, because its little powder puff was at the other end.
under clouds
I wanted to be a cloud, many generations ago.
"this has no title"
This I coined when all of my Best friends were stoned on "The rock", When I was about 15...And upon the rock there was a small stream that cut out a cove under it and this is where I painted this, and it is still there to this day.
'The screaming' thoughts of my childhood
Slightly less darker ,but indicates where my dark poetry is fueled from,this si a glimpse of my childhood mind.
true loves trust
crawl up on the couch with grunting effort reaching.... for every precious inch achieving a small victory then one deep breath standing on the arm balance precarious suddenly a volume increasing rebel, indian, viking berzerker scr
CHILDREN.....
my week helping in a school holiday project.... a puppet show taught with a Kiwi theme.....
time
Time is a rule, maybe a ruler, don't be fool, school, cool
Bruised Through
memory abuse
happy new year
get real
"Don't you wish"
just wishing....
my favorite color
dawn melts the yellow sun as i sit in in a world of new imagination the yellow sky follows me into night i wonder through dreams of yellow clouds with yellow birds and when i wake up i feel the yellow sun stare into my soul as i walk down the streets
MY POEM ABOUT AN EGG
ITS BOUT AN EGG ITS A TRUE STORY
Hundred year old horse
start of a novel if I had the energy
The Past
*same as my other poems*
Birds that never flew
simple elegy for the ones we left behind
Sisters
memories of my sister and i
listening to...
In the 40's and 50's. people took in foster children to pay their house note. Little consideration was given to the child as long as the parents met to minimum requirements. Food, clothes, and a place of shelter, much the same as a dog was given. I write this to expel some of the lingering pain, and to share what it use to be like as a ward of the state. That documentary has never been done, but I believe it would be horrific.
Journey of Soul Part 1
this has to be told....amazing journey!
I remember when
I remember my mother hitting me until I fell i would scream and yell but no one could her or see she would grab my hair pulling it harder as she it screaming out her lungs when I didnt do something right
Boyhood -----Maturity
This is about life's tribulations and adversities so fraught with possibilities at a tender age.what we choose so early in life gallops to a race that we can stop at our own choosing at any stage of our lives.
Rock Me to Sleep
Written by Elizabeth (Akers) Allen. 1832–1911
My Mind
I wrote this poem because I find my self thinking about the past. I keep wanting to go back and see what I missed. But I know I can't.
To A Child Dancing In The Wind
I was thumbing through an anthology of W B Yeats' poems and I warmed to this one which I thought I would share. I follow the innocence of youth theme but cant interpret the piece about the labourer, perhaps you can unlock it for me. Anyway timely poem..
Wishing and Hoping
When we are born, we don't have a choice. Our parents will love us, we listen to the voice. As we grow older, we then start to wish, toys,nice food,nice home and love. We go to school, at first,it's not nice. If the building is old, we mi
Nearly Twenty Years
Childhood
The Gingham Dress
This poem is about my mom. She grew up in a half horse hamlet called YThe Narrows in New Hampshire she only had 2 dresses and they were gingham, The poem says the rest.
Miles Away
This poem was dedicated to a childhood friend who moved away a long time ago when i was 7 years old. Still till this day we keep in touch
I wish I had a Caveat
About a book I wrote
Life Poem
I wrote this poem because I often think about life and how its important that despite our challenges there is always something to look forward to. I Chose to use a dolphin in this poem because I'm a diver and love them.
raceday
my son was 10 when he wrote this
* Illusions *
I used to believe in illusion.. there was a time when I would close my eyes and believe that the stars were shining only for me I would carry my illusions with me, as if they were a child in a womb imagining.. that with their birth I'd know complete
Feels like yesterday
Years have passed, we may have moved away But the scars you left us are forever there to stay Years have passed, but I still remember it well My only safe place, called home Turned into a living hell Day after day I was scared to enter the home
"LIFE'S LESSONS"
Sat on her lap till age eight or above, my mother taught me how to love. Sunrise sunset not afraid of the dirt my father taught me how to work. "Dont back down, when your right, your right" my grandma taught me how to fight. "God comes first every da
Break The Chains
Life of a foster child
Lewis Carroll's Jabberwocky
From Lewis Carroll's "Through the Looking-Glass and What Alice Found There".
Treasures Of The Mind
This scenario shows two sides of a child’s vision of the future world of tomorrow.
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
Intimations of Immortality.
Though nothing can bring back the hour Of splendour in the grass, Of glory in the flower. We will grieve not, rather find, Strenght in what remain behind.
"TELL ME THERE"S A HEAVEN"
These words of "Chris Rea" from the record "Tell me theres a heaven" listen to the record!! and cry with me.