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.
Hear
those beautiful shells. Soph xx
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.
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
Choice
To a child sometimes things look black and white.
"Knock"
Loved writing this. Soph
"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.
Hannahs Day at the Farm
My daughter Hannah was about 4 at the time and loves the critters on her grandparents farm.. She bounces along to visit them all when we are there.. Shes very strong willed and Independent and this idea popped into my head as I was watching her.
* 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
My Big Day
My heart with excitement beats The day's arrived, it's finally here Gown of white I wear with pride A veil my face it covers My father tall and proudly stands Our arms are interlocking Music begins, it's time to start The long walk down the
What Comes Up The Stairs
A game we played when my children were very young
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?"
Christmas
Dredged up from a memory from the dark and distant past when I was about 7
Our House (a glimpse)
remembering my grandmother's kitchen when I was a child
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.
Journey of Soul Part 1
this has to be told....amazing journey!
SHE WROTE THIS (i have dimentia)
BECAUSE SHE'S A CHEAP DATE!
THE EVIDENCE OF GHOSTS
The things that children are told stays with them, but it is the adult's actions that can spell out the destiny of one's life.
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 ...
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Saw my sons facebook page status update this morning..... I tried to be a good mom.. I got away from the abuse I thought in time.. I just screwed up both our lives. God I love him.. Im trying to think and come up with solutions.. I have none.
my childhood
i had a rough childhood by my father
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
Halloween
This is Halloween I'm told When witches and warlocks roam so bold Ghosts appear in the night To give the people such a fright Trick or treat the standard cry On my
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
matt
that right i like animal feces on my face
Eyes of a Country Girl
There is much to be said about life growing up and living on a small farm in a small town.
One hand in another~~~~~~~~~~~
Cute and sweet enjoy
happy new year
get real
yesterdays dreams
Am I scared? Hell, yes I am. I'm aware, Of whats about to begin. There's a war now, deep in my soul There's a war now, beyond my control. I'd love to write about love and romance, But i guess my life missed out on that chance... Why am
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
Terrified Teen (Please Notice Me)
It was hard being a teenager and in resent events a young teen took, her life from the pressure of cyber bullies in the northwest suburbs of Melbourne. In addition, it made me think to what it was like back in my teens and how hard it would be in today’s social tech world for teens.
daddy
i wish i didn't do this i wish i was ok i wish the past would lose itself and daddy would go away. i'm sorry that i ruined your life but fact is that he ruined mine yes-i could've kept it secret but then i'd be dead and you'd regret it.
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
don't judge
I choose who, and I choose when. But I didn't chose how my story began. Do I know this is wrong? Of course I do. But when I take the money Who's the fool? I can walk the streets numb to the world remembering nothing-all a whirl when you t
talking back
wrote this for my step daughter, she is all grown now and a blessing to behold.
"From Innocence To A Buzz"
It's another gloomy, rainy day in Oregon.... maybe it's detected in the piece I've composed?
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
regrets
am i too far away from the finish line? do u see me at night? i walk that very line that dark, dark line. i wanna lie with you i wanna lose this. street-walking? really? is this really what its come to be? right now, think, and be honest
Memento Mori
An amusing sonnet of reflection on some fabled nighttime stories I told my sons years ago....
The Little Dancer
I wrote four poem for poetry.com.This is in a book that I have and it is on the first page.
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