Daddy come home, theres no need to fight
Please read me my story, and turn off my light
I dont like it this way, and need help with my toys
I want you to come home, and make friends with them boys
I made you a picture, and my hair is getting longer
Mummy keeps crying, sadness keeps getting stronger
My new shoes come today, im all ready for school
I wish you could take me, but I know there your rules
Daddy come home please, daddy come home
I cry when you leave me, here all alone
I see all the news, and think about you
Dont know what we'll do, if they take you to
Daddy I love you, daddy please come back home
I dont want you fighting, in this nasty war zone
I woke in the night again, touching your band
Daddy come home please, and dont let go of my hand
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Posted: Nov 2009
About this poem:
I saw a story about soldiers with family and thought of doing a poem for them, how hard it must be.........kind of makes me feel both luck and proud.
Feel sorry for the children wanting there family back..
Please comment and tell me what you think of it
Thanks
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Author: Unknown
Daddy x
Daddy . Daddy.. the hero each girly
knows......
Her knight in shining armour..
To fight her demons s
And her woes...
Hold my hand dear daddy..
While I nurture and grow...
Wipe my eyes dry dear daddy..
Of every tear to flow...
Impossible it seems..
To find someone like you.....
An honest man like daddy...
There are but only few...
Every moment we share ..
Every man that I compare..
This much is very true...
Through all of my searching
There is but only one you x
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Posted: Sep 2013
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Author: Unknown
"My father is the idea of the most perfect man to me..
He is the type of hero I want my son to be..
He has held my hand
Wiped my tears. ..
Guided me through all my adolescent fears..
He has picked my up, when ive been down
. ..
Made me laugh, when my mouth would only frown..
And now I see my father in my sons eyes, through his laugh his jokes and his silly little quirks..
And in my daughter lilly even see my dads smirk...
I wonder , will they see me, the way that I see him
Will they know I love them through every proud grin. .
I am blessed with my father, he is sttong and sweet and smart .. and I will always love him....
With every inch of my heart..... "
Thanks daddy for msking me the best FATHER I could be ... lol
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Posted: Sep 2013
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Author: Unknown
Wild oats.....
You talk in rymes
You talk in riddles
On my heart strings
Your finger fiddles. .
Woe is me ..
And woe is you
We're not the victims
There are only two.
I cannot look u in thexeye
You stab , you pierce
You cheat and lie
In my heart..i feel sorry for u
All the moments u miss
I wish u knew...
I want to be ..the best I can be
So that one day
My babies will see.
That mommy did the best she could..
She filled the void
That their father should ..
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Posted: Aug 2013
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The darkend room
The cold wettnes mildew the walls within
Ice clings to the windows
Decay within
The hanging paper falling
Sliding down
Alone is granny abandond
Sits black white tv hissssss in the corner
Plays but granny canot see
Blindness now controls her lif e
Her trusty white cane now her guide to the darkness
In her life
She sits in her rocking chair, the coal lights fire her only comfort and joy
Kids outside
knock knock the kids play
Oh what a noiusence they are
Deaf ness her only consultation for the harrasment they cause
Granny sit all alone forgotten is she
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Posted: Aug 2013
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death a chapter
in ones life
eternally grateful
our signature
in this life
to fullfil
ones destiny
until we meet
in eternity
the next chapter
to get there
a life time
from now,
till the sands
of times run out
so will time,
then
like a poet
we hope
to all come together
in eternity
to write
the final
chapter
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Posted: Feb 2013
About this poem:
a member of family died
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Author: Unknown
Jan & Ken was a couple from the uk
Who decided one day
On an adventure they would go
They acquired two mopeds although they were slow
To Australia they would ride
Their peers comments were snide
People thought these two we're mad
They were expected to return beaten and sad
So off they went on their quest
To reach Australia they'd do their best
Ken led the way on his moped that day
Their excitement was great and sure was true
The adventure began and their bond grew
Across many countries they travelled because
They wanted to come to a place called Aus
On arrival Jan looked in awe
As she thought to paradise shed opened the door
They travelled about the Aussie coast
To see just where they liked the most
Before long they were up north east
Ken in the mines the job he liked the least
Ken worked hard to blasting underground
Whilst up there then suddenly they found
Jans stomach began to form a mound
Not long after a girl was born
They decided they would name her Claire
She was a pretty little thing small and fair
So then there was three
Jan and Ken had began their own family tree
They travelled again to Brissy they went
A stalk flew in and a boy it sent
They named him Heath
He was a big lad, in birth he gave Jan all sorts of grief
So now there was four, the tree had grown
This was predicted by a palmist they'd shown
That their prediction was right
They had some sort of strange insight
They also had an old truck
So In the back of it they snuck
A crib a bed and a kitchen kit
The two kids bloody loved it
Could sleep and eat and travel around
Untill finally Adelaide was the place they found
Lived in a house on Stanford street
It was right in town it's here they'd meet
New friends and foes
They'd experience some highs and lows
Let's buy a house they said one day
So they did just that and we're on their way
Off to Hackham they went
On a house their money they spent
the kids would school and grow up there
Lots of fun and good time they shared
As Ken & Jan worked on their plan
To build something only a tenacious man can
They bought some land in a paradise cove
Called Pt Willunga it's here they'd move
They built a mansion to be precise
A house with three levels would suffice
Its was a mission for Jan and Ken
A job so large would of broke many men
Here again people sni**ered and said
They're mad they'll both end up dead
But failure was not a word they knew
And sure enough a house and garden grew
Claire and Heath loved it there
They ran amok without a care
So after all doubters along the way
This is what they could say
Here we are next to the beach
In a great house to most out of reach
After all these things married they never
Now was time to seal their bond forever
So off they went to seal their bond
To live by the seaside in a place they are so fond
Happy Anniversary Mom n Dad love you both xxx
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Posted: Aug 2013
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From Princess-Diana genes
though William and Kate
son George makes his way
into the world of royalty
bringing to life dreams
each Commoner dreams
of the world a better place.
His cries are the cries of nations
asking darkness to yield to light
a morsel to be fed, water to sip
swaddling clothes, safe and tight
growing pains shared, by love surrounded
playful moments in which to delight
future to live, safe, well-grounded.
So much weight placed upon
shoulders of our gentle youth
to right woeful wrongs yet done
spread hope, promise of truth
innocence becomes its purveyor
wears precious prince-charming smile
silver-spooned, wrapped in lace.
Welcome George Alexander Louis.
In world history, make your place .
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Posted: Jul 2013
About this poem:
The birth of each child is a celebration.
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Cover my eyes
Cover my ears
tell me this is a lie
my mama getting older
it a lot on my shoulders
as I walk close by her side
her hair turn gray
but she still fun in lots of ways
Cover my eyes
Cover my ears
tell me this is a lie
her walk a little off
but her skin still feel so soft
and she still got that
sparkle in her eyes,
Cover my eyes
Cover my ears
tell me this is a lie
as I lay down and to sleep
I pray my mama
safe God will keep
as the years seem to go flying by,
Cover my eyes
Cover my ears
tell me this is a lie
that as I am growing older
I seem to be growing bolder
our mothers need us now
more than ever
so from her I don't want to hear
I am getting older my dear,
Cover my eyes
Cover my eyes
tell me this is a lie
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Posted: Aug 2013
About this poem:
I have been very busy taking care of my mom. And one day I just thought wow she acting so old and it seem sometimes like it not real. So I would like to cover my eyes and my ears but I know I cant stop old age from happening.
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Author: Unknown
To my sis
My first memory consists
Of you and I playing in the sun
At Stamford St and having fun
As kids we had such great times
You were helpful, loving and kind
Memories of days at the beach
As we ran around smiles on us each
Collecting shells in the sand
These I still hold precious in my hand
Of course we argued and such
But really not all that much
We then grew to be in our teens
Still as close as we'd always been
We ran amok and caused trouble
When out together the trouble was double
Times together experiencing new things
When looking back happiness it brings
So many good times but we also had bad
There were times that were pretty sad
But I always knew you my sis
Would be there for me no matter what the risk
Then we entered the twenties
In this time there was smiles a plenty
I remember when will was born
I sat there waiting in worry till dawn
You had such a hard time then
I saw his little face that's when
I looked at you as a mum
As a mum your just as fun
You have a special warmth and way
With your kids I have to say
Then along came Beth and Nick
With them thank god you wernt so sick
You and James are great together
You've both been there for me and I'll be thankful forever
You've also made me proud
To be Will Nick and Beth's uncle this I say aloud
Will such a caring lad so strong
As a big brother he belongs
Nick so cheeky and smooth
With out a doubt he's one cool dude
Beth our little princess
So pretty she melts me with her cuteness
James Will Nick and Beth
To have my Sis your truly blessed
In closing I'll just say
I look forward to many more days
Creating memories together
Cos your my Sis stuck with me forever
Happy birthday
Love ya bro x
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Posted: Feb 2013
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