A feel good poem
-This one is for my beloved mum, she is 72 and is going through a little bit of anxiety at the moment, thankfully she still has the loving support of my dad, they have been married for 54 years.
Daddy Come Home...Please Dont Fight
I saw a story about soldiers with family and thought of doing a poem for them, how hard it must be.........kind of makes me feel both luck and proud. Feel sorry for the children wanting there family back.. Please comment and tell me what you think of it Thanks
Briefie aan n wegloop kind
about a mother waiting for her daughter to come back home after she moved out. They never spoke again and the mother kept this small note in her apron till her daughter came back. This never happen and the day the mother died, this note was passed on by a family member to her doughter.
21/4/1932-24/12/2007
Just paying my respects to my lovely mother ............and also wishing everyone here on PC a very Happy Christmas and a Prosperous New Year
The Beat Of Life Goes On
Based on a traditional family setting
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DO NOT READ THIS!
Wow! This one is WAY DIFFERENT from any of my usual styles. It felt like I was on a high as I wrote it, or rather, it wrote itself. I just arranged the words on a piece of brown paper bag as I sat at a bus stop. I believe the first time a child catches a parent in a lie, or observes them doing something immoral or illegal, they are very confused and sadly may even, like the child in this poem, question that parents love for them. And now for something completely different...Is the crying this little girl heard coming from outside or inside the house? Is it her mother? Her sister? Does she believe it could be her daddy that's making it happen. And what could this child possibly feel when she looks at him? She asks him twice if he loves her.
My Life
For all you piece of shit fathers out there, this poem is dedicated to you. A child never has the option to be brought into this world and it's yours, mine, anyone's responsibility to show your child how much they mean to you. You never know what tomorrow holds...
Precious Life
A daughter is one of the most beautiful gifts this world has to give. I have two and for that I give all honor to God and life to them Honor your daughters. They are honorable. Malala Yousafzai
----N.O.W--
i was once a little kid my dreams where my life, my haunts where my nightmares but i never dreamed of this knife, i saw there was a chance for me to come true, in my dreams i was forever werent you, i never cried i never thought, that i was
MY SPECIAL SON
its about my son
Living In Two Worlds
Exercising that balance between work and home is a daily ritual for most of us.....this poem relfects on that.
DADDY'S GIRL
shes returning home after many a years shes attending dads funeral shes controlling fears. as door opens slowly shes slapped with coldness in the face hit with never ending memories of her bad old days. was no home sweet home all thanks to
Nature's Lesson For Parents
I actually witnessed this event. I wrote this piece after reading a poem entitled "Too Much Love Can Kill" which pointed out that several children from middle class families end up killing themselves through drug use or suicide after they move away from over-protective parental control which imposes a lot of pressure on them to be super achievers.
Memories of Mom (MOM)
Written on May 11, 2014 for Mother's Day in Memory of my Mom. Happy Mother's Day in Heaven Mom!
Between Yesterday And Tomorrow
In the summer of our youth We knew only tears and sorrow.. Always hoping Always wishing~ Between Yesterday and Tomorrow
I Am The Wind
I am the wind that lifts you up So you might soar aloft Spread your wings my love and rise And be the best you can I'll be there should you fall To take away the pain Wipe your tears, lift you up And let you soar again http://pho
"I Promise You "
Dad's promise to his daughter.
The ol' Black Book
That ol' black book.. been sittin' on our shelf, ever since I was a boy, Guess I never thought to open it up, Just to busy with all my toys, Oh, every once in a while Paw'd walk over, and wipe the dust off the cover, Told me one day it
Daddy's sky
Wrote this for my kids after splitting up from their mother and moving to another country. Miss you so much guys xxxx
YOUR CHILD
A little precious bundle coming into your life. A miracle that is yours to love forever. For she will always be your little girl, even when she is grown up. A precious treasure that is yours to share. May her dreams soar high and be attained.
Candy cane
As we sit here having Hot coco wrapping gifts Memories flll my head Trimming the tree just us three Your faces filled with with glee You were so worried about santas cookie You wound dance around and sing I think you knew every Christma
THE WALLS HAVE EARS
As you can see, this poem was written many years ago. I am revisiting the echoes of the past today and sharing a couple of them with you. Those old poems show me my growth and are chapters of my life. We can all relate to the dust that has collected and sometimes I learn new things from mine.
Mending
Carved utilitarian shape, varnished with age, worn, brown wooden spool once a tree, living, now reduced to only inches - three. Red fibers wrapped tightly ‘round, and, in the wrapping to keep together, both lights and shadows appear, as fiber
THANKS MOM !
Changes made today. Found in my notes'.
take pause
my son comes by and looks over my shoulder at his picture on my PC's wallpaper he analyses it carefully seeing himself as so young, so innocent he can't believe he was ever that young and innocent (he's twenty now) life spans before him li
My Big Sister
Dedicated lovingly to her...
Memory lane…
As I enter the afternoon of life, I often pause to pay tribute to and to relish special memories… Kayaking on a gentle African river with my 3-year old daughter, Reliving the wonder, and awe in her eyes, Reliving her keen sense of alertness
Marbles
Twenty nine year old Susan Vale parked her car on this cold December morn.. She wrapped her fur coat tightly around her neck and commenced the one block walk to the Lee Case office building where she worked as a Para Legal. For twelve years Susa
Side by Side
Thou has cocooned me with love All the days of my life Forever standing with open arms I would die cradled within An inviting smile The familiar sweet floral scent as I enter thy abode How I long for this dense fog to lift Let good health on
NATURE'S BEAUTY LISTEN
FOR YOUR MIRACLE AND TREASURED GIFT YOUR LITTLE GIRL.
Friends and family
In Chicago visiting with friends and family
My Scottish Gran’
I was so very fortunate growing up a young child to know a very sweet and loving grandmother, (Maggie), who taught me how to study nature and learn all the birds by their songs and all the flower names by the little rhymes she made up for them that grew along the roadside. She has been long gone now, but in my heart I will always cherish her.
FAMILY......
pure and simple......genealogy.....
Hidden Tears..........
For my lovely wife Kathy ............she misses her family and her mother at this time of the year.............Happy Mothers day to all........
The language of my nights 4 Wildandready
resurrected poem because I was touched and reminded of my son by Wildandready's poem to his mom...
This be the verse...
an old favourite from college days
One Good Family
I feel life on this planet is all about different tests that are sent to test us from God and how we deal with them as to whether or not God takes us under his wing after we pass on and of the people around us as to the help and guidence they supply to see if they are a genuine member of Gods family by the assistance they give us. The human race can only enter Gods kingdom if we all pull together and treat one another as part of one family and so I believe that life here is just one big test for us all before we can enter the Kingdom Of God. Sounds like I am a bible basher but truth is I am not, but do believe in treating others in the same way as I would like to be treated and that we are all one family who must interact and do Gods work to help each other pass the tests that God has set us in order fo the ultimate reward...ever lasting life.
next chapter
a member of family died
MY GLORIOUS CATS
MY CATS MAKE ME SO HAPPY
i not play your game fake world
i not play your game fake world
RE: New..
Good One Cafe...
RE: Sea
Ah thankyou mike .. Across the wee pond. ....
RE: I'm Not Enough
SundaySilence - cool write....i just love this verse "How can I remain as if; a frozen heart in your snow drift?"...
RE: (": oN FiNe DaY! :")
That superb sketch brings to mind the beautiful aria "Un bel di" (One Fine Day) from Puccini's magnificent opera "Madam Butterfly". Initially I wondered if the title of your poem was a typo, but now I incline towards GNJ's thoughts - though the song...
RE: seven days................
Hi Fiona .....I hope they do too ....thanks for your lovely thoughts and warm regards .....i will pass them on to Kathy .....Regards Nu...
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