Most Commented Family Poems (502)

At first it was just a quick poem about
no one in paticular
Then I thought mabey I really need
a vacation
Then those glorious maidens ran
shouting through the castle halls
and saying things we all know to
well.. How much the poets here
love each other and the great gift
of language.
I'm honored to have been a part
of this great community of writers
and I'll never be able to step into
the shoes of our great Mr. Fellsman
or an Odette, a Summerwind,
Beautifulyou, Ondos, Morgan, Mac,
DaBomb, and for heavens sake now
I have to just write the whole list so
put your name HERE........
I don't want my name at the top
of any list,
Just knowing you kindred spirits is enough for
me
This is my sworn statement before this
Maiden Tribunal with court fees included.

Its true what they say
About the circle of life
Being disrespectful
An getting into strife
Those were my days
As young as they were
Moments in time
For them to reoccur
Through the eyes
Of my boy
An his spirit an will
I'm learning life lessons
Often an still
Every rejection
Be what it may
Is a yard once measured
By the words i did say

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.

I am an evil parent,
I know that this is true,
it’s a crime against humanity,
the things I make you do.
It’s really mental cruelty,
when I start to shout and ball,
of jam that’s splattered up the stairs,
the cornflakes in the hall.
The smelly socks that span the landing,
really aren’t at all outstanding,
It wasn’t you that broke the door,
nor dropped the clothes that sprawl your floor.
I bought a cake for Sunday lunch,
you ate it all and called it brunch.
I made a pud all yummy goo,
you took one look and scoffed that too.
Some things I do you find obscene,
like fill a plate with things of green.
As if such things would pass your lips,
so I relent and you have chips.
It’s Amnesty for brussel sprouts,
a swede would give you temper bouts.
A hormone rush you’d scream and rage,
I daren’t tell you to ‘act your age’.
‘Your music’s loud’ I say so bold,
a grumpy fart and oh so old.
But all these things they are forgiven,
when Speech Day prizes they are given.

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
shadows to comfort
when conflict is raging
but this too will pass

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 had to take your place

As I walked our daughter down the aisle,
We held our heads up high

And hide our grief behind a smile
Knowing I had to put you on stand by

This was a lovely day;
But also, sad in a way

If I could turn back time,
Just for a little while;
For you to walk our daughter
Down that aisle

You are really missed.
What would we give,
For that last goodbye kiss...

So no words can say what we felt on that day.

Time was taken away from me.
Even though i tried.
I wandered through time
in a dazzled state of mind.
Tortured from a thousand memories.
Mr lucky was no more.

Sitting in a cold room.
On the floor a desperate frame.
Watching the anguished rain
flow down beyond my face.
Why cant i see sunshine ?
Why cant i hold my happiness ?

Sunday beckons forth with
alarming regularity.
It cares not for my woes.
Never asking for reasons why,
in still calm waters, i wonder.
You should not dare to caress
the thoughts of joy.

There is a glimmer of light,
It shimmers just within reach.
A compromise from nature given.
Untold riches await my call.
And yet I cannot say yes,
I would lose the very thing
my heart bleeds for.

A stranger comes from heaven.
A calm and strong mind.
I seek no mistrust or emotive pain.
Only thoughts pure of spirit.
A guiding light to heal wounds past.
And from within grows might,
a force all powerful.
No more shall I seek the dead in reassurance.

This is my time !
With nothing to fear but fear itself !
I reign and am, despite illness of mind,
A king of kings within.
A throne without a royal standard.
My castle walls breaketh not.
In silent gratitude, my heart beats proud
No mortal mind can obstruct.

JEFF CLARKE
17/01/2004

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 cold
surface flecked with scum, he'll

be in the city while she, creaking
to and fro, to and fro, beholds
the raw red face of dawn.

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 would like I'll say you won.
Just leave me and close the door.
I just want to fly high.
Up in the sky and feel the morning sun.
Soar like a bird all so free.
Out the window is where I wish to be.
Seems like someone's always needing something from me.
And I feel I have given all I have to give.
Seems like I have been born in the wrong time and place.
It seems like someone has come a long and erased.
The way that things were meant to be.
Changed all of humanities priorities.
No longer are families close.
Trust is just another word for saying weak.
Don't you see we've made a wrong turn.
I really want the life I seek.
Why do people not just learn?
When it is all said and done.
Family is all you really have.
The one thing most come in this world with.
The one thing most leave behind.
So why can't they find the time to love.
Why must everything be put above?
A simple little thing called family.

Sometimes it is the little things that mean the most.
A beautiful sunrise on the eastern coast.
A new born babe to hold and love.
A night with twinkling stars above.
Sitting here with you.
Thinking of all we have been thru.
Knowing no one else has been with me.
As long as you have been there.
It hurts me to think.
Of life sometimes so unfair.
I wish you could spread your wings and fly.
Go see the things I have before you die.
We're not getting any younger.
And I still face life with such hunger.
I don't understand what happened to you.
I was there I had the same childhood too.
I chose to take the best.
Leave the negativity to rest.
I know there is a part of us that is the same.
When I told you of a happy memory.
I could see your smile.
Something we both had not thought of in a while.
Just a simple little thing.
Not thought of at the time.
Joy now it brings.
All the money you can have.
But something's just can't be bought.
A beautiful rainbow in the sky.
Open land and fresh air.
Smell of fresh cut hay.
Sometimes life is just not fair.
Don't let that thought get in the way.
Take what you have and make it work.
Learn in life to make a garden with your dirt.