The Portrait (Shadow’s Challenge)
This was quite entertaining as I was inspired to create an illusion of an old portrait that I imagined being stored in an attic of a Victorian age subject.
Confused and distraught
Again I am raging, I am in such a state by your soul that every bond you bind, I break, by your soul. I am like heaven, like the moon, like a candle by your glow; I am all reason, all love, all soul, by your soul. My joy is of your doing, my
Word Portrait
She gazes at me with those ocean eyes. I feel the total purity of her love. As I send a prayer of thanks up to the skies I know that she's an angel from above. Torn apart so many years ago we are making up for that time lost. Now if there's o
Perfect person
My children are all my perfect people.
Trainwreck
You said you wanted something that would always be there Once you had it sight you forgot to care How can you be so twisted you where aware You needed truth but took the dare Walked into the devils lair Played with fire and forgot to beware Sp
Sweet angel eyes
Your my sweet angel eyes You see through all their lies When you look at me I know you see One love that will always be A part of me will always be with you Me and you together will always make it through Those rainy days when I'm alone caught
Our snow white rose
How i remember my last look at my baby sister, she died at 30 and she was and is our angel. Love you Julie.
Hidden Pride
My oldest boy received branch manager of the year ..........I found out indirectly through facebook ............its so easy to lose perspective of the most valuable things in life while trying to survive in this world ..........
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.
Kindjie klein
My pa dra altyd n lap sakdoek en hoe dit n rol in my lewe gespeel het van kind af tot volwassenheid.Ek bly ver van my ouers af en ek soul my ingewande op die swart mark verkoop net om weer my pa se sakdoek in my hand te kon hou. Sulke dinge beteken meer op die einde van die dag as e-mails, cell fone, global warming of al die gefaf oor goed wat ons regtig nie in beheer is van nie
Growing Pain
Unfolding before my eyes Something so beautiful Makes me want to cry But bravely I smile And watch as my little girl leaves the child behind. Games of pretend And an imaginary friend Are all left far behind As she peers into the mirror
hidden conscious
they sometimes speaks listen. . .
Lingering Feelings
For the years have passed. The loneliness lingers. You have me wishing i could turn back the clock. Turn back the clock of time to spare you the pain that was once mine. To make the love run free between a mother and a daughter like it sh
tomorrow could be your day
from those around.... ihear aCry.... a mouthful sob.... a hopeless sigh.... I hear their footsteps leaving slow, And then i know my soul must FLY A chilly wind begins to blow, within my soul, from head to toe, And then ,
PLEASE LEARN HOW TO TREAT HER RIGHT
women love to be treated just like the way you love taking care of your self
The Deer
My son went hunting for the first time with his new father in law. I have mixed feelings, I know hes a Man now, but I see the boy who animals just love. I saw a pic of him with the deer he killed and I see the Man, but I also see his eyes and how it worried him:-) A mother sees below what others see. I like to think the deer felt like this?
His Words bring Him to life.
Saw a letter from my father to my mom:-)
Sir, don't turn the light off
I don't have much to say about this poem because the pain is so real, i cry a few tears writing it though.
Family
My broken family from many years ago right up to the present. It still affects me very much. We are all so far apart. It hurts greatly.
Precious In His Eyes
Inspired by someone.
He Who Would Be King
The birth of each child is a celebration.
My mama getting older
I have been very busy taking care of my mom. And one day I just thought wow she acting so old and it seem sometimes like it not real. So I would like to cover my eyes and my ears but I know I cant stop old age from happening.
Happy Aniversary
Jan & Ken was a couple from the uk Who decided one day On an adventure they would go They acquired two mopeds although they were slow To Australia they would ride Their peers comments were snide People thought these two we're mad They w
A Lighted Road
school
Silent Scream
I can smell the fear on her As I whisper in her ear About the things I am going to do All these things to her body She tries to pull away from the blade It is at her throat, but the bonds They hold her ever so tight There is no movement in t
wild oats
Wild oats..... You talk in rymes You talk in riddles On my heart strings Your finger fiddles. . Woe is me .. And woe is you We're not the victims There are only two. I cannot look u in thexeye You stab , you pierce You cheat a
Forgotten
The darkend room The cold wettnes mildew the walls within Ice clings to the windows Decay within The hanging paper falling Sliding down Alone is granny abandond Sits black white tv hissssss in the corner Plays but granny canot see
daddy x
Daddy x Daddy . Daddy.. the hero each girly knows...... Her knight in shining armour.. To fight her demons s And her woes... Hold my hand dear daddy.. While I nurture and grow... Wipe my eyes dry dear daddy.. Of every tear to flow
papa
"My father is the idea of the most perfect man to me.. He is the type of hero I want my son to be.. He has held my hand Wiped my tears. .. Guided me through all my adolescent fears.. He has picked my up, when ive been down . .. Made me laug
! Happy Birthday Son !
Through-Out The Years We Carry On With Joys & Tears My First-Born Son Through Birthdays Past And Yet To Come They Go So Fast By-Setting-Sun-> So Make Them Last While You Are Young Now That You Cast Ones Of Your Own Dad
best pal
about every dog i have ever had in my life and wishing they would never ever get old...
It's no heavy load to carry
It's a line my mother,uses alot, ''It's no heavy load to carry'' means basically, you'll only gain more from helping one another out, doing a college course,better yourself,by doing good, to take that few minutes,to ring a friend,make someone a simple cuppa of tea. So I've wrote this poem for my mother,because her actions speaks louder than words,but I wanted to put that in writing,I will show her someday,this poem.
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.
who's choice....
life changing decision..............
as i lay my weary head
my mom loved classical music........she would put the old 33 LP on ....and lay down and drift off with the pixies ........it was her way of dealing with her scars......
A Womans Love
No matter who we are or how we feel for some of us the only real love that is never rescinded is that of your mother.
a boys lament...
you're just a boy but you have to become the man you've had no direction just the love of your gran you understand not the reasons why your father is everything in your dreams and your sigh but you've never met so how do you know what i
all i see......
Kathy's gone home early for xmas...........
cotton heart.
pity all around. oh well. listen now. betray this later. when there is few who care. muster.
Family
People have managed to live through plagues, wars and natural disasters and yet the modern age has created this monster called cancer that rips through those who have never smoked or done wrong. And yes I would gladly go, like Robert we have been there done that and worn the T shirts and sometimes we do feel this way especially for those we love or deeply care for.
Old Rural Life.
Same day no electric power and imagined what is was like before we accuired E.S.B.
Reflections
The many stages of my life.