FAMILY ( All rights reserved) R.B.
This poem is about those who are blessed with a supportive and loving family(unlike me,i will never know).
Simple Little Thing Called Family
I'm looking out the window. Looking at a life that's passing me by. Wanting to escape from myself. A place where I want think anymore. You don't understand why. You would like to feel like you've even the score. I can't even cry. If you w
The Little Things
Went to breakfast with my sister and could not help but to think how different we turned out to be when our childhood was the same. And how different our outlook was on the life we have now and the life we had. Why did everything that happened to the same two people not affect us the same?
Little Dress
I wrote this for my two little girls who are the true loves of my life.
Bury Me
Bury Me by me jimmy v if this is the path i choose, if this is the road i take, if these are the mistakes i make, just let me make them. let me fall, let me cry, let it hurt till i wish to die. then, let me learn... let me see throug
Mane of Moonbeams
Sparkling, long, and flowing soft, and shimmering through a comb, A little hand ,with love,caressed each strand and knew a home. Her eyes alight with awe to see the splendour falling there in the magic that was moonbeams, that was grandma's silver
Grandma and Her Hero
She walked with beauty and elegant grace, but sadness worn on her lovely face. The years had passed that brought her joy. And a glow that burnt so long ago. A memory so dim, of how her heart was won. He was always full of joy, A joke and a
My Birthday
All is good today,I just couldn't finish it
My DAD
I hated my dad and then loved him so much,my kids would have adored him I know as they do Gra Gra[my mum].
"Do What Makes Your Heart Sing"
The first line says it all
Desertion
Despondent, she creaks to and fro, to and fro, upon the porch, her bony hands stroking the tomcat curled in sleep on her lap. Hours it's been since he left. Stealing under the branches, dark with bats, rowing across the river, its c
shadow of darkness
this poem is wriien by myself and my twin sister through the emotional times that we both went through
SPIRIT LEVEL
AH.....Looking back 20 odd years, now with the benefit of hindsight....lol......Andrew......xxx
...you would smile a lot more…
“…if only you knew who you were, if only you knew what was in store for you, you would smile a lot more…” Anonymous guru Part I The shamanic traditions are very clear on a very real paradox, Unless the shaman is wounded in some serious way, h
you would smile a lot more… Part II
“…if only you knew who you were, if only you knew what was in store for you, you would smile a lot more…” Anonymous guru Flash-forward many more years to a suburb of Johannesburg, South Africa… I was walking along a dusty road with one of my six
you would smile a lot more… Part III
“…if only you knew who you were, if only you knew what was in store for you, you would smile a lot more…” Anonymous guru Part III As you may imagine, the litany went on and for how long, we know not…, Finally, when we were totally spent and we
GLIMMER OF LIGHT
One of my own poems, written in darker times. It tells of my heartache at being stopped from seeing my daughter when her mum and me separated. And for no apparent reason but to use our love of each other as a weapon against me. Vindictive and cruel. It was a time of great emotional pain and it affected me quite deeply. I found a true friend who helped me through the bad times and i will be forever grateful for her compassion and humility. She helped me turn my life around. I now see my daughter regularly.
coming out
got teenagers, remember teenagers, been teenagers?
Love at last.
For my children.
Courage
Dedicated to TP4G and her amazing courage that probably saved several lives. Those of her children and abusive ex-husband as well as her own.
reach out
Jangled nerves feel the pain thorns and heartache covered by a smile eyes cry in the night hopes elusive image disappears it seems to be hope against hope know tunnels must end willing you on reach for a friend reach for someone sha
Little Dancer
Written 4-9-2010 For the daughter that seems to be out of my reach. Maybe someday ... I can say these words
ME
i WROTE THIS POEM FOR MYSELF
ol' bones
the lucky get there
My Gan-gan
In loving memory of my maternal grandmother, a very special lady...
Natalie
My grandaughter. A heart the size of Texas in the smallest package.
Between Yesterday And Tomorrow
In the summer of our youth We knew only tears and sorrow.. Always hoping Always wishing~ Between Yesterday and Tomorrow
Stage Left
smiling face, with old newspapers. tattered and yellow, all this, of where I am... and how I came to be....... XX Sophia
Erin's Paddy
To a truly amazing Grand dad He choose my middle name Erin...He was a beautiful guy, he also used to create little ships inside bottles, he had a very hard life In Ireland but with the staunch he made it, he cared...for his fellow people.....a great sailor too, cape horn was his specialty back then with the massive clippers just as time was changing..1929....wonderful man!!!! In memory today of his passing.. I named my son... Lucan, from where my grand dad was born.. A beautiful day Paddy, of all that's abound...on that ship is you, no fear, the crows nest, you shout at the wind, loving it!!!...bye Paddy..xxxxxxxx your Sophia Erin......
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
Stand Up
I'm usually a lurker, but there comes a time when a man needs to speak for himself. My father was a pastor and from the bones of one of his best sermons, i wrote this when he died and read it to his congregation. I am not a religious person but I loved my father and the way he looked at life. I was inspired by a very inspiring man. Peace xxx
My Big Sister
Dedicated lovingly to her...
Teenage speech day
I wrote this a few years ago for my then teenaged son when I was his single parent, bless him.
DEATH
Oh! Death, I do know you are, much waiting, to take me away. I know I am much dearer to you, as I am, to the others too. I know you want me for yourself, for you too love me, as the others do. But tell me one thing my dear. How would you ever f
Madhouse
Up is down and down is up And sideways thoughts assault me. Babbling noises blast my ears Devoid of rationality. Chaos rules this mad house As the time ticks slowly by Accused of countless wicked things That no one can deny. It matters no
the better side of me
TO my daughter... written in love
To my brother!
i love my family...
one wish
this poem is about my daughter kaycee
slow your roll
Life begins in an instant and ends in that same moment at the speed of light we have no time to fight for when the dust clears and the sun does rise it will all be seen through someone else´s eyes
A WEDDING BLESSING
Words cannot say, On how we felt that day The months are passing by, Since we said our goodbyes You went so sudden, Two days before our daughter’s weddin' The last words you said, Was the wedding to go ahead With this sudden take, I
Days Gone By........by Nevadalady01
now that the new year is upon us it makes me think of the days gone by and the things i wish and hope for for the comming new year.i hope this finds me happy and with my new someone special.
dont cry daddy
with what would have been elvis presely's birthday tomorrow i wanted to share one of my favourite songs of his, so beautiful