Browning
Childhood memories, memories of my two brothers Michael and Thomas RIP, Love you always,
My Old Friend
A little nostalgia for the girl next door.
The Child
It was the first time i had seen through the eyes of a child.
June 2018
Not so good at punctuation just saying how if we are open in our hearts like a flower opens to the sun it's like our mind can enter that portal back in time and be there again in memory .then here in the present nature continues on regardless.. we are just observers in the greater scheme of things if we allow ourselves eyes and heart open to receive vision of times past and ever present in the natural world around us.
life
sorry not great but my first ever effort lot of truth in there
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..
Kalpana
Childish poem
Carry Me Home
Carry me home Like a leaf in a breeze on an autumn morn Like the sound of laughter from our youth The familiar smell of rhubarb pie On a cold and clammy eve in July Carry me home To where we would sit and chat About everything and anything
NOBBY
This is a true account of my brother's homicide in 1990 I have performed this poem for performance poetry In Donegal, Tyrone and Fermanagh and it has touched many peoples hearts
RADIO
I spent many hours as a boy listening to shortwave radio; this poem recalls those times, when the whole world was there for the listening, until the internet age dawned, and all the stations disappeared...victims of government short-sightedness and penny pinching. There really were spy messages-and still are-on shortwave-they are known as 'number stations'-no ID, no words at all, just numbers...
"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.
Gramma's Chair (an Easter Poem)
A little nostalgia in memory and and respect of my long departed Grandmother who taught me many things at a very early age about life. Happy Easter Gram !!! I sure do wish I could find somebody like you again to make me smile. You were the kindest and greatest woman I've ever known.
{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.
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.
FOOD, ON A PLATE OF THOUGHT
DEDICATED TO ALL GOOD FATHERS OUT THERE
The Child
to be without one sense is hard enough but to be without two must be nearly impossible. I know of all the senses these are the two I would not want to lose.
LOST IN THOUGHT..
Short rhyme about thoughts and theyre impact on our lives...I think..
LIL FOLKS
I HAVE WITNESSED CALIFORNIA'S DEATH MASSACRE AND SEEN DEATH BEFORE MY EYES SINCE I WAS A CHILD SAD BUT TRUE
thru the eyes of a child
this was written with the memories of birth, childhood, puberty and young adolescence.
its so simple even a child can do it
just getting warmed up!! hahahaha
Growing Up
Well the memory is still vivid of long ago and the spirit is still strong of thought, although slightly creaking just a few lines of a scene that fleeced itself from time.
The Child
I saw an ad by Sense which so moved me, they were asking for a one off £3 payment to buy sensory toys, I donated this poem to them to use in any way they felt fit to promote these children and their needs.
Silly Nana
Yup,my silly nana,dear departed, I smile. xxxx
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
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
The Green Witch and the Baby
. . . Sitting down, beside the fire, She saw the storm clouds, grow, So, picked up between her fingers, A thread of frost, and snow. One thread of rain, and hale, A thread of thunders boom, And to finish off, her creation, A thread of l
The Babe
Up thinking and this came to me. Hope you like. Take care, Pink.
Not Another Easter
I'm missing my baby sister. She is in heaven. Happy Easter to my loving poetry family. I love you. Blessings, Pink
I lurk in the shadows that tell me I am.
I lurk in the shadows that tell me I am.
Hannahs Day at the Farm
I wrote this poem while watching my daughter then 2 run from animal to animal at her grandparents farm
Ice in my veins
Ice in my veins and tears that poke I feel it still from the words that you spoke Shivering on the frozen ground My pounding heart, I hear every sound Hiding away from the reach of your grasp But you could feel my fear, hear my gasp No sunlig
I wanted to fly
What I went through in foster homes. This is the reason I can write the kinds of poems I do. Many people have been through much worse but I pray my experiences can encourage others. Cafe
She was to young to know
True story..
Daddy why?
OMG!
SCHOOL DAYS
I MET A GREAT TEACHER AND INSPIRATION TO ME! MY MUSIC TEACHER; MR HAMBURG!
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.
Because Of You
I haven't put any of my lyrics in verses, bridges, etc. because I didn't think people would really want to read the same part over and over again. Each of my lyrics I post is basically the two verses; the bridge/break, pre-chorus, post-chorus and the chorus each once. I see I've turned into a bit of a serial poster so I'll give it a rest after this one.
Art of war VII
The chemical plant.
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!
Mom didn't die today
This was a day in my life when I was about 10 years old.
~Bentlee Challenge-One of your earliest funny memories~
This is one of my fondest memories as a little boy, in my fourth year, totally naked head to toe..........
RE: "My love for you"
Thank you for your lovely comment thesunandthesea. Tigg_nz...
RE: Merry Christmas and Happy birthday Jesus
Thank you and merry Christmas Abby...
RE: Death
Thank you Yankee4you ... there is something grim about the reaper alright...
RE: Set you free
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RE: in this life
Nice poem John.......
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