Newest Family Poems (502)

Her little eyes look up to me
wanting me to see her
little arms held out
wanting to be held
a little voice calling out
wanting me to hear
a little girl standing there
simply to be mine
she watches me
and becomes my mimic
when she grows up
i will wish she was small
so while she is here
i'll paint with my fingers,
chalk on the ground
read lots of stories
chase pretty butterflies
kiss lots of boo boos
and listen to her talltales
while she is little
i will cherish every moment
as if she was really mine.
she may be my niece
she may be my god daughter
but forever will she hold my heart

Mary you are
leaving me for
you want me to
grow in the Lord.
You carry on your
life to your family
you go, when i see
you today i want
you to stay.
For i will miss
you my dear you
truly are my friend
and mother in Christ.
Your feelings are
so sincere to me
i just do not want
you to disappear.

Publishers who share to the world whats in our soul

Open your mind and write one of your own

Everybody who reads a poem will smile or shed a tear

Together we are a society of brothers/sisters who carry pencils and not guns

Start today write a word and let the rest follow. we are the poet society.

Men look at themselves
in the mirror they
do not want to admit
that their hair is
starting to disappear.
Each and every day
they see their hair
disappearing that way.
To them i say just
shave it bald, let
it be for having no
hair will set you free.

If i could turn what i never had
Into fertile ground
Would the fruits of my labour
Be the sweetest ever found

Just one step a very small step
Into the direction i want you to be
Like old mate trying to break that horse
Dedication with no fee

Come walk this path beside me
Let us both understand
Lets share what we have joyously
On your journey to be a man

Together we can build
A relationship that will last
For when you have a family
You can delve into your past

Hopefully you will see
The energy i have spent
Nurturing what we have
For never will i relent

Come walk this path with me
Let us both understand
Lets share what we have joyously
On your journey to be a man

Sometimes in life I feel,,,
like Iam wearing my shoes to big
and in my life I feeling
a little fatigued

Sometimes in life I feel,,,
like Iam wearing my socks
to high and again about
my life Iam asking why

Sometimes in life I feel,,,
like Iam wearing my pants
to long and there draging
the floor in my life I cant take
it any more

Sometime in life I feel,,,
like when Iam wearing
my shirt and the sleeves
are to tight
and everything in life
is just not right

Sometimes in life I feel,,,
like my hair is combed the wrong way
I question about my life and
is it happy or just other
sad day


Sometimes in life I feel,,,
my glasses dont fit right
and please Go help me in
directing my life

Sometime I feel like,,,
my heart beating to fast
when will all this sadness past

Sometimes in life I feel like,,,
the room is to small
but I know God
is able to help us all,
even if

Sometimes in life I feel,,,

Segregated section
set apart from one
another division
among the old
and young.
Groups of 50
different yet so
familiar to each
other.
FAMILY
FRIENDS
Both in one yet i
am by the side no
place to call my
very own
which group is mine
NONE
no one like me
just me successful
i shift from one
group to another
LINGERLY
LOOKING
For a place
that i can
BELONG.
Where is that?
When is that?
Who knows the
ANSWER?

In morning light
I wake with tears.
The days they pass
they turn to years.
The cruelty of life is true
Time never stops for
the mourner's sake
it only marches on and
take take take.
On the border of insanity
how much more can i take?
I am told that time heals all wounds
yet i am plagued by painful sorrow
each day is worse then the tomorrow.
How could i miss you anymore
then i do today i will
always miss each and every way
I am filled with so much sorrow
I will miss you more tomorrow.

September 10, 1982

These walls have cracked and settled, for many many years

Often I have heard it said, that every wall has ears

I know these walls have witnessed, each joy and tragedy

They know the lies and love, within this family

These walls contain a history in nail holes and glue

In layers of paint and paper, so long ago were new

These walls have worn the marks of artistic tiny hands

Fingerprints and pencil lead, lipstick, dirt, and crayons

These walls have served as shelter for keeping out the rain

They've guarded every smile and frown, well within its frame

These walls have made a home for all who stepped inside

A certain warmth and comfort, laced with so much pride

The cracks have grown wider...one last look around

We say good-bye with sadness as mournful echoes sound

Standing over them,
I touched their backs but they didn't turn.
They walked right through me.
How could they do that to me!

I sew and heard their cries
But I didn't know why.

They had surrounded a coffin.
I took a look with-in.
It was me.
Dead as I could be.

But then I woke up
I had enough.
I'll take a drive,
But I won't wake my wife.
I'll drink some wine,
Then I go out in 5 minutes time.

Drank as hell.
What was that smell.
Driving to fast
And that was my last.

So the dream came through
Who really knew
That to drive this way
Would make it my final and last day.
I should have lesson to my dream,
Inside of think it was just a scream.

Now I'm so sorry,
Please don't worry.
I'm still here
My little dears.