Under wings (children's poem)
Co-oooo-CO soft the song of the morning dove gathering twigs in quiet grove to weave a nest where eggs will rest placing each in way that's best round and round each to wind tell a nicer home you could not find Co-oooo-Co soft the song o
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
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?"
SHE WROTE THIS (i have dimentia)
BECAUSE SHE'S A CHEAP DATE!
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
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.
do you love me?
Through the eyes of a child.
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 ...
Madonna Moon
In the still kiss of dawn Madonna moon murmurs goodbye to a favorite child. She fades from a place where birds, who once slipped through small hands, sing of freedom in a fair, gold sky. I stand on the edge of morning scattering my dream
LIL FOLKS
I HAVE WITNESSED CALIFORNIA'S DEATH MASSACRE AND SEEN DEATH BEFORE MY EYES SINCE I WAS A CHILD SAD BUT TRUE
Hannahs Day at the Farm
I wrote this poem while watching my daughter then 2 run from animal to animal at her grandparents farm
"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
Mommy are you okay
I took myself back to when I was a child, and my mom wasn't there and i just didn't understand why, today I know, just a little to late, because i already felt those feelings
"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
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
Deck chair for hire.
The hired out lampshade poem jogged my memory of a hired out deck hair,
Christmas
christmas
DEAR DIARY
I remembered my first diary and how I felt keeping this precious book.
Bad Day
every guy can relate to this boys imagination..lol
One Dream
Inspired by some pics a friend took during our trip to Kelagian Island, a small unpopulated island in Lampung, Sumatera last weekend.
"Don't you wish"
just wishing....
8 year old Child's visits (Part 1)
He looks at me, holding tears, And he can't set his eyes off mine. After counting days in fears That this moment will not come. He says violin was last lesson, Though he played very good each time But dad said violin is danger, It gives dust
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
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.
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
"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.
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.
thru the eyes of a child
this was written with the memories of birth, childhood, puberty and young adolescence.
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
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
GROWING UP
Only a mother would know, what it is like to bring up children...
a girl and her teddy
my niece demanded this poem be put up. i made it for her when she got her about her stuff toy which looks like a giant cotton ball with eyes. and tremins is what she calls scary things
The Hold Up
Now this is a true story and I refuse to say more on the grounds that I might incriminate myself. Was not a real gun.
School days past
this was Inspired by a Irish lass thank you
its so simple even a child can do it
just getting warmed up!! hahahaha
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
Once upon a black sheep
"Do you remember, when I was six, you told me I was a mistake" you miscarried before me, but I took their place... "you made it clear right from the start, my life would not be easy, your words of resent, so true and so stark" "you beat me
Wheels of the mind.
Born from frustration about me own upbringing
The Boy of Fall
The boy of fall He pulls his weight over and over Rushing past, faster than the other Where is it, where is he The determination in front of him to reach Shining star to catch Zig zag back and forth The crunch of pads and helmets met
comfort
Hey little child, let me hold You near, Close to me, because of your fears. let me kiss those tears, that are caused by Pain, Not by your weakness, wrongdoings or Shame. Those, the adults, that should have stood by You, Are the ones to
online today!RE: My wishes
Thanks Amfa....
RE: Memory lane…
earlgreytea memory of the past is what holds us together to relive a life that once was can never be taken away as we try to move on with our lives that will never be the same. very heart felt memory lane. kickit.....
RE: Dear Poets
You and your poetry are much appreciated at this little corner! Thanks for being you :)...
online today!RE: BLUE
Hi Odette Nice to hear from you. Thanks for adding new information re the colour "blue". Have a beautiful day!...
RE: Losing Faith
Hey, wow thanks a lot Cafetwo , thats inspiration from you and everyone to keep writing....
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