Most Commented Family Poems (502)

My beautiful children
all running around
laughing and playing
what a wonderful sound
I held you then
I miss you now
I'll bring us back together
some way some how
what happened to us
such a horrible thing
but once together again
our hearts will sing
I love you all so much
and this you can tell
it wont be long
and all will be well

Still masked in your florescent
And over exposed in your light
Sinking in the ocean of your skin
I sin
Tasting branded shoulders and saccharin words
Tracing black lines within the curves
Obscured by our tangible forms
Lost within verbs and nouns
Breaths and moans
Fears and risky thought

Like fingerprints upon my eyelids
Making riddles upon my lips
And tight grips
Which twist knots into your crimson stem

And again you grow dim with the vanishing day
While I obscure your being in my sheets
And grow weak without you

I am weak without you

I submerge into this distant place
Where your face is burned into the sky
And I’m still masked in your florescent
And overexposed in your light
Weak from the sight of your finery

I’m jaded, yet charmed
Becoming disarmed in your body heat
Twisting my legs beneath this sheet
I hold back

I hold back

As you pour over me in silence yet broken
Locking your jaw in the drone of the screen
I have seen your softness

So displaced in my darkness

I walk outside and look at the sky
I am feeling so alive.
The sky so blue
The sun so bright
The clouds are looking oh so white.

The smell of the flowers is in the air.
I feel the breeze blow threw my long brown hair.
The sun shines on my soft face.
I really think this is such a lovely place.

I sit on the grass with my little boy
We sit and play with all his toys.
The grass between our little toes,
The smell of flowers in his little nose.

We lie on the grass and look in the sky
We look at each cloud as they slowly move by.
All of a sudden out of nowhere I begin to cry.
He asks me what’s wrong mommy as he wipes the tear off the side of my cheek.
I reply to him “Nothing baby, Mommy is happy being here with you.”
He smiles so playfully and hands me a flower.
I am starting to feel the power of the sun as it shines down on the two of us together.

Old Maids, Headstones And Advice Come Free

Well meaning advice taken, I shall read
everything to aid my writing I need,
on the back shelves of my local library
under the title “Poetry”.
Not, of course, the ‘Very great’
‘the masters’, ‘the bards’, the ‘very late’
but modern stuff, you know
those little books that help collections grow!

With untouched pages that sit like old maids!

Still waiting, hopeful still
time passing, with time to kill!
Like headstones on ancient graves
after death, when God pulls down the shades,
with faded words passers by feel obliged to read,
you know, before reality can proceed!

But don’t forget old maids too, are free.
Well, some day it might be me,
someday, it might,
if I take the advice, and write!

sonofadam

First Access

A little girl so pretty and so fair
awakens to the dawn without a care,
with eyes sparkling and cheeks so red
she throws off the cover and out of bed.
To find presents and lots of cards too
with words written there eternally true.
"Happy Birthday" her whole family call
helping to make her feel ever so tall.
Opening her cards first, mother says so
watching the fun with proud eyes aglow.
But amongst the mail something is amiss
one card there is sealed with a kiss,
as mum reads it out, she can't understand
then leaps forward and takes mum's hand
"What's that you said mum, I feel so glad
did you say it was a card from my dad?"
With a tear in her eye her mum says "Yes"
cursing the man for leaving such a mess,
but just as the thought crosses her mind
a knocking is heard, of a familiar kind!

sonofadam

On The Day Burns Died

A lone hill fox howled when an eagle cried loudly
in mourning the sky darkened and grew cloudy.
Silent grieving grouse in fields of heather beds
kept hidden under weeping bonny purple heads.
The tinkling droplets of the river’s soft texture
stilled, taciturn, pausing nature’s manufacture.
When the angels whispered that day’s lament
slowly came the end of a Scotsman’s torment.
A timorous wee creature shrieked and cried
announcing to the world a great man had died.
Sad mountains peaked morning’s misty breath
and stags ears drooped on hearing of the death.
God in his wisdom made a heavenly declaration
then steadied himself for his best presentation.
All the animals in wonder saw a beam in the sky
blinking at each other as his soul journeyed high.
When God greeted Robert and held out his hand
he smiled and spread sunshine all over the land.
So, the glories of this country will not sit in shade
and the words of our chief bard will never fade!

sonofadam

Second Opinion

No curse can haunt an undecided man the more
than what he knows in his simple mind, for sure.
When told of a diagnosis in his uneducated ear
he lives in his head with a self indulgent fear.
Squandering his existence with no daily exchanges
wasting away with worry as his inner fever rages!

Relying only on memories to fill his waking day
with no sleeping dreams to pass the night away.
God forbid that such a sad person could ever be,
might only be on death’s course, God forbid me!
Yet what greater sin can a knowing man commit
that to take a square peg to a round hole to fit?

More fool I to naively believe a single physician
best that I, for my mind, seek a second opinion.
I’m more afraid than ever when the final test comes
I’m so afraid I shiver, as each nerve end succumbs.
How worry can play tricks till a man is near insane
turning a troubled mind inside out and back again!

What sweet relief fills a wronged man’s simple mind
when a specialist admits he has made a wrong find.
Now in my contempt I feel an awakening inner storm
an injured rage, though without malice to its form.
In silence I suffered so long, now it is so strange
living in this metamorphosis tingling mind change!

Echoes of my past surround my weary soul ascending
summoning my return to life, wasted time undefending.
Exciting me, reminding me I am no longer near death,
sighing gratefully, sidestepping the reapers cold breath.
The curse, my curse, is lifted from this simple mind
though the thought of it, the very memory is unkind!

sonofadam

Soul (Dusha)

Can you see the soul smiling?
My feet are quickening their pace
As if I really had wings behind my back
But there is no one chasing after me
Look - my wet soul is drooped
Although there is no stick or knife above it
The body's marble melted into soft wax
And the computer brain flew off to the devil

Soul, where is your place?
I have a stitch in my right side
I stooped with bated breath
Something broke again all of a sudden
Blazed up, went out and caught fire again
A voice coming from far above
A new pain where wings should be
Faces of the stars are laved with downpours
And I nearly grasped the comet's tail

A little boy, six years old
A little too used to being alone
Another new mom and dad
Another school, another house that will never be home
When people ask him how he likes this place
He looks up and says with a smile upon his face

This is my temporary home, it's not where I belong
Windows and rooms that I'm passing through
This is just a stop on the way to where I'm going
I'm not afraid because I know
This is my temporary home

Young mom, on her own
She needs a little help, got nowhere to go
She's looking for a job, looking for a way out
'Cause a halfway house will never be a home
At night she whispers to her baby girl
"Someday we'll find our place here in this world"

This is our temporary home, it's not where we belong
Windows and rooms that we're passing through
This is just a stop on the way to where we're going
I'm not afraid because I know
This is our temporary home

Old man, hospital bed
The room is filled with people he loves
And he whispers
"Don't cry for me, I'll see you all someday"
He looks up and says
"I can see God's face"

This is my temporary home, it's not where I belong
Windows and rooms that I'm passing through
This was just a stop on the way to where I'm going
I'm not afraid because I know
This was my temporary home

This is our temporary home

It was not only once, it will go this way,
In our fight, which is deaf and destroying:
As it happened before, you rebuffed me today –
To return, like a slave, by the morning.

Therefore, don’t be stressed, my inimical friend,
My friend - enemy, caught by black laces,
If the moans of love will be moans of pain
And the kisses will leave bloody traces.

Nikolai Gumilev