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BoyseeksGirl

My DAD

My brain explodes!it fills with fluids that I don't know
My body wilts my heart it tilts,a blackness an episode.

YOU STUPID STUPID STUPID MAN I SAY,WHY DON'T YOU EXIST TODAY
YOU WERE MY HERO, I HATE YOU,I HATE YOU,YOU DID NOT STAY

I love you as today,I was bad no need to say
My son, my son the time has come,I must leave to join the Son!

MY DAD, MY DAD, I WAS SAD,YOU KNOW YOU WEREN'T SO BAD
I TOLD MY BOYS YOU WERE MAD,JUST LIKE ME AND THEY ARE GLAD!
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Posted: Jul 2010
About this poem:
I hated my dad and then loved him so much,my kids would have adored him I know as they do Gra Gra[my mum].
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Bentlee

~Cause an Effect~

first Christmas past for many no spouse home, many Christmas past, duty left them gone. Although reason to some's ok in deploy, signed up too duty task full in hand. The cause soured taste, support the effect of deploy that enlist. There is an agenda in sight as we know. Red's set for friday, half a bow's in yellow . . . rest of the other halves waiting at home~
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Posted: Dec 2009
About this poem:
The cause. An the effect (the stay) is really not right or warranted, I support the troops an their families an friends around them!
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soquiliquay

30 Odd Years

Here I stand, holding steady but leaning perilously close to falling forward into the mess.

Looking around me I see the cigarettes my father has smoked these 30 odd years since he began.

I can smell them and feel the need to vomit but nothing comes up

As a kid my father couldn`t die, couldn`t age, and couldn`t be hurt. He was like an immortal Greek God.

Now that he`s fighting to be somebody in a world that dislikes the unique, talented, artistically inclined people, his tears tell me something different.

My father is human.

And he can hurt.

He has aged.

And I don`t know whether he can trust himself
All these years of promises..."I`ll quit."

Maybe he isn`t as strong a person as I thought.

I`ll have to keep from falling for us both.
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Posted: Mar 2011
About this poem:
Since I was 8 years old, my father promised me he`d quit smoking. He`s tried the patch, cold turkey, and has done it half heartedly at times but it never stuck. He tells me he`s healthy but his tears worry me as his life takes a dramatic change for standing up for himself. If he`s so happy about all these projects coming to him and his business, why can`t he let the rest of him be happy, and finally let this vice go...Written 3-12-11
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PassionateArtist

! 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
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Posted: Oct 2013
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Unknown

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 up in my ways
Your my sunshine wrap me up in your rays
My sweet angel eyes
Always recognize
I'm the one who try's
How fast time flies
your all I want to visualize
Can't you see it in my eyes
I need you hear my sweet angel eyes
Save me from my demise
You will always be my sweet angel eyed
Never forget that the one who tried
Wipe away the tears I've cried
Take away the pain I feel inside
Give me reason to turn it around
I was lost but you will make sure I'm found
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Posted: May 2013
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deepjohnson

Best feeling in the world

Love is the thing that keeps you up all......

Night because you would rather talk to that person than sleep....
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Posted: Dec 2018
About this poem:
Keeps your love in your heart
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bemoon7469

why does this life ...

have no answer
loop in endless circles.
make no sense to me

and yet I have hope for a miracle.
hope for tomorrow
that I could have a family

and yet this family well
be not perfect
we well have fights, spilled juice
broken cars , empty wallets

and yet when I pray
could it all get better today ?
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Posted: Nov 2016
About this poem:
this poem is how I feel right now.
a mess of emotions and questions.
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Unknown

A gift from the soul

A gift from the soul simple and pure
our honesty that does assure
there is no cloaks
nothing to hide
honesty is to respect
holding what matters with deepest pride
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Posted: Jun 2009
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Fixingme

A Hero

A hero can be anyone,
You're important to someone.
You don't have to save a life,
To be a hero to your wife.

You're a hero when you do,
More than what you have to.
Providing things for those you love,
Teaching them of things above.

Teaching others to do their best,
To try harder than the rest.
What they should and should not fear,
And the morels we hold dear.

Helping them to grow mature,
Living life honest and pure.
To do their duty all the time,
And to never commit a crime

Many do that which they should,
Some do not, though they could.
Others only what they must,
Those doing most are easier to trust.

You should be a living example,
Nothing good ever to trample.
If you want to be your best,
You must do more than the rest.
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Posted: Sep 2014
About this poem:
I have written about 200 poems and they are still a work in progress.
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ladyjewel

Our snow white rose

she lays in the coffin on a pillow of silk,
The rich, deep brown wood like a frame, the cream silk stitched inside adds a softness, a soft pillow completes the bed.

Dark brown long hair flows over the pillow and frames the face of this angel, her skin looks like porclin and white as snow,
Her lips and cheeks rosy and the long lashes lay forever now on her cheek, eyes closed and ready for her long sleep.

Hands closed over her chest as if in prayer, the smell of vanilla, the scent she always used floating around her in a soft cloud.

Beautiful and at rest, a picture of perfection never to grow older, like a rose cut when it is in full bloom and displayed for the finest art works, then captured for all time for the world to see and remember.

Our rose, our snow white, our sister, our angel.
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Posted: May 2013
About this poem:
How i remember my last look at my baby sister, she died at 30 and she was and is our angel.
Love you Julie.
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