Last Commented Childhood Poems (355)

I read my sons facebook page
with tears in my eyes...
He said why fall in love when it never lasts
its just a bunch of lies

what has made him cynical at the tender age of fifteen
lack of love in my life or the abuse he has seen
his own father doesn't want anything to do with him
God, living in THAT house was something from Brothers Grimm

I have tried to hide behind the smile
But He saw through it to the tears and pain in my heart
Colin is very wise and
extremely smart

How can I make him see
love doesn't always end in pain
love can be special and exciting
it doesn't have to be mundane

How can I get him to believe
when I have doubts too
How can I get love back into our broken hearts
Or is it just something we have to muddle through

i was beaten
i was brused
my life with my father
was hell on wheels
i hate my childhood
my kids wont go though
what i had to in my childhood
i would never hit them
i wouldnt gave them a reason
to hate there childhood

THE EVIDENCE OF GHOSTS

I was four years big
and I thought the world was in chorus
just for me.
~My father told me
and I believed.

It was on one of those apple-green days
that my Daddy bent and kissed me on the cheek
and took a sharp left
right out of New Jersey
and headed west for my Auntie's house
to the vanishing land called 'o-high-o'
though I did not calculate her
in the sudden and absolute
hush of the world.

Twenty years after or so
when I was about a century old,
immersed in my Raphael-visions
freezing the world with my paints and my ink,
and rescuing everyone else to feel safe;
Mama once said,
(more than less a hundred times)
'when your heart is thick in the handshake
of Love, you may think
this one's the razor-red truest
but men come and go
and love may escape your heart.'

'It is your children alone
that become the legends of your life;
Though they may tip your world high and low,
they will never
escape the circle of your heart.
It is men that come and go.'

My mother told me
and I believed.
But Daddy, it was you
who showed the way.

time for school to start
buses letting children out
slowly children go

SHE PENNED THIS (N0T ME, I HAVE DIMENTIA)

Often we meet new people and know
We just don’t know what to say
Sometimes you just want to rise up and go
But then the lord of dance wills you to stay

I always compare it to a dove seeking a mate
While landing with grace on the highest tower
The dove knows all about providence and fate
While the Lord of dance grants him a power

Suddenly where a dove roosted all alone
Because of the power he had been granted
Two doves agreed to face the unknown
Because seeds will grow if properly planted

Sitting by a fast food restaurant waiting
Watching people pass by and time as well
This is that which I am unequivocally stating
To some pretty lady I’m a pretty hard sell

So the dance continues or it fades away
No melody, no harmony and everything seems wrong
But oftentimes the Lord of dance has his say
And soon two are singing the very same song
© 2011.…..~SHE!~

Held the gun in my hot little hand
I was trembling with excitement
Peered round corner, casing the joint
Would people never leave there

Quickly ran out with gun in hand
Yelled..this is a stick up
Don't waste time, I want one now
A double cone with chocolate

Ever so calmly they made it up
And to me handed it over
Who would argue, at the point of a gun
Held by a boy of seven

Quickly I made my getaway
To enjoy this illicit pleasure
Now who would think at seven years old
That they would know your parents

I sat down beside him.

"I like cheese on toast, wiv peanut butter on top, and jam,
But...Sardines and tomatoes... That's my fav'rit",
Pulling a face now,Shaking his head,
"Don't like ham".

I smiled.

A four year old boy,
sat in a rubbish strewn yard, rats running around,
Playing with an old wooden toy.
He had dirt engrained hands and face,
Short trousers, scuffed and bleeding knees.
"I falled over, it's only a scratch",
I dabbed at them with my handkerchief.
Tough little blighter,
Knew better than to ask for anything at all with a "Please",

"You're a copper aint'cha...?"
"I can tell.... Mom'll be back soon. She'll give you 'ell".
No I thought, she won't,
She's gone to prison for a long time...Right now, she’s sat in a cell.

I took a deep breath.

"Come with me", I said,
"I'll take you away from here,
I know where you can get,
The greatest sardines and tomatoes you ever saw,
On best bread".

His face lit up.

Not looking back, we picked our way to the broken down gate.
I held his hand tight, to the waiting car I led.

walls were seasoned with years of family banquet
air stirring with echos of times spent happily
dust settled heavily as to cake moments forever
windows not hiding the fact that we did live there

Some words let you in.
Some words shut you out.
Others build an icy wall between,
frozen block upon frozen block—
not unkind, simply formidable—
to dismiss the connection.
Ah, but no words—
therein lies the dagger!

Nothing can explain exactly all you do
Or how much I love you.
All you do and all you say
Help me each and every day.
Your love and support my whole life long
Help me to grow up happy and strong.
When things aren't going well and I need to talk,
I know that you aren't a far away walk.
We've always been there for each other,
Day after day and then another.
There are no words good enough for what a good mother entails.
There are no ways to explain how amazing, no details.
Three words sum up things well, though,
And these three are the best that I know:
I love you.
Never forget how much I do.