Childhood dreams
When I think back on my childhood days, and the wild wonderful world set before me, I sometimes wonder why I had been lead into such a fools paradise.. Cotton candy, and roller coasters, yo-yo's and sling shots.. Really? Camping in a tent in m
~One Kodak moment ~
An expression of love that perhaps a man can feel, if growing up he never did an wonders when he will. Sharing a thought of how it may be.
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
Bubbles
blowing bubbles......
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
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?
DEAR LORD!!!
THE PROPHET ELIJAH HAD A SPECIAL RELATIONSHIP WITH GOD...HE HAD THE ANOINTING OF GOD...
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
Always Smiling
Thought I'd try to write something different and happy.
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.
Chaotic Mind
One step at a time. I repeat these words to myself in my mind. Yet, the steps I take leave a mess in their wake. No way to contain my disdain toward the choices I make. Impulsive actions rarely leave time for consideration. I've taken med
Browning
Childhood memories, memories of my two brothers Michael and Thomas RIP, Love you always,
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.
SHE WROTE THIS (i have dimentia)
BECAUSE SHE'S A CHEAP DATE!
Daddy why?
OMG!
All the worlds a stage
One of my favorites id like to spend the time dissecting this poem, give me a break here im no poet just love taking interest in poetry.
LOST IN THOUGHT..
Short rhyme about thoughts and theyre impact on our lives...I think..
a children's story
I wrote this a few years ago....enjoy.
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
God Bless The Child
For all the sexually abused children in the world...........only adults can stop this from happening......
The hope
Ye poem un logo ko, jinhone aage badhna band kar diya hai. Aur khud ko niche mehsoos karte hain. Unhe aasha aur hausle ki nayi roshni me laati hai..
Thinking of David.
This the story that my Mother revealed to me, about my brother David, her love and commitment to her very poorly son, who died at the age of 10 months, which this day and age would merit minor surgery, such the two edged sword of life.
My Dear Son
My dear son, My life, my love, my sun! I cried with joy The day when you was born I work alot For you to have your wants I don't sleep When you are getting sick I don't blame you When you'r being weak I bring you food Protect you f
Treasures Of The Mind
This scenario shows two sides of a child’s vision of the future world of tomorrow.
An artificail beautiful lady every man wants
Ancient Fairytale and belief
Lewis Carroll's Jabberwocky
From Lewis Carroll's "Through the Looking-Glass and What Alice Found There".
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!
{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.
Brown eyes
Mirror mirror What do I see Who is that sad girl looking at me As I look at her I cry Something inside me has died Those sad little brown eyes Why was she given such a bad Dad Daddy Daddy Why her She’s just a child can’t you see Sh
Treasures Of The Mind
This scenario shows two sides of a child’s vision of the future world of tomorrow.
Bruised Through
memory abuse
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
Nostalgia
I really want to do all this......
Breaking the Cycle
The relationship I had with my dad.
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!
This Old Porch Swing
Just Fond Memories of long ago! CR2007/2010
dune and dawn of an island
instant love fragrance...
BENTLEE CHALLENGE
True story they laughed at me and the quiet girl got mad and rowdy after 1 hour waiting ha ha
Obviously
I was about 8 years old and my first thought was this man either had x-ray vision or he was peeking in my window while I ate breakfast.
Childhood Memories: Vigus and I
Iambic hexameter (bentlee's challenge)
Bittersweet
A few thoughts....Happy Thanksgiving.
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