by Michael Tor |
Categories:
dad, daughter, fate, longing, love,
A homeless man played his guitar,
for coin rewards put in a jar.
A lonely life he always led,
but in his heart a love he had.
This love he thought of all the time,
during the cold days brought sunshine.
His songs were of a girl he loved,
he sang to her, with stars above.
So many years had gone on by,
but in his heart, and reasons why.
There was this hope that would not die,
the thought of her just made him cry.
Dedicated to my
daughter Ashley...
Michael Tor
by Phillip Garcia |
Categories:
daughter,
Who Can Argue Miracles Exist?
No man, be he grandiloquent or coarse;
be he a learned novel or tattered page;
be he devout in faith or drenched in doubt;
be he a man replete with shame of sin:
No man (unless an empty man who flaps like cynic’s skin)
who has watched the early sun come out
or heard the song of sparrows spared the cage:
No man in love with his daughters: No man in love with his universe.
4/30/2019
Submitted for: Let's Have an Argument
Sponsored by Kevin Shaw
by Richard Lamoureux |
Categories:
beauty, children,
only daughter
beautiful moon face
will his love eclipse mine
by Kp Nunez |
Categories:
child, dedication, love, mother daughter,
Can a child ever forget, how deep a mother’s love abides
All those days since birth, till now I’m grown she guides
Remembering her smile, so tender, so warm as her embrace
More than soothes away my pain, my fear of failure and disgrace
Even in my dreams she comforts, her voice, her scent would stay
Never will her being mother stop, till when I’m old and gray.
26 March 2015
Contest : Acrostic on Mother's Day - 1st Place
Sponsor : TAMMY REAMS
by Arthur Vaso |
Categories:
angel, art, beauty, death, depression, loneliness
The cemetery was
Before my very eyes, stillness
Autumn leaves a blanket on the dead
The cemetery was
There, as it always was there
From childhood till now
The cemetery was
For me, my escape, comfort and refuge
Among the strangers and the dead
The cemetery was
My pathway to the heavens
The gateway to my dreams
The cemetery was
Until that one fateful day
My sanctuary
The bullet wasn’t even meant for you my love
You are dead none the less, beneath me
I, who weeps at your grave, lifeless too
Now the cemetery is my hell
Tormented by what ifs
I breathe the autumn frost only
That one day
Our daughter will become
You
by Michael Tor |
Categories:
child, dedication, father daughter, feelings, forgiveness, heartbroken
There's a little box found in my room,
With heartfelt memories, I won't open soon.
A box of pictures, to reminisce.
They break my heart, it's you I miss.
Portraits of my little girl, When daddy
left, it pained her world.
Oh my precious, I'm deeply sorry,
for hurting you, and causing worry.
A separation that brought you pain,
I wish my love that I could change.
A love a father deeply feels,
I pray in time, your heart would heal.
The years are missing, they pass on by,
I call no answer, there's no reply.
There is a blame I hold inside, and
sadly know the reason why.
There's a little box found in my room,
full of heartfelt memories I won't open soon.
by Panagiota Romios |
Categories:
image, love, mother daughter,
A star in the sky, bright as the sun, strong as a Mother’s love.
5/14/2023
A collaboration by: Elena Eagle and Pangie Romios
by Charmaine Chircop |
Categories:
international, introspection, love, , atheist,
I'm a Catholic,You're a Muslim
I'm an Orthodox ,You're a Protestant
I'm a Hindhuist,You're a Buddhist
You're an Atheist,and I am a Mormon too.
You're an African,I'm American
You're an Asian,I'm a European
You're a Mexican, I'm an Indian
You're an Arab,I'm a Jew
But prior to all our distinct differences
I'm a Mother ,I'm a Father
I'm a Sister,I'm a Brother
I'm a Son,I am a Daughter
and I'm Human just like you.
by Mary Nagy |
Categories:
angst, daughter, family, funny, happiness, life
Princess just wants a new car.
I have told her that hers will go far.
'Oh, it's really not cool
driving this crap to school.'
'Do I need that emotional scar? '
'The kids will all laugh at the rust.
When we race, I'll be left in the dust!
I will save up some cash
then we'll make a mad dash
to the car dealer surely you trust'.
'He will make us a wonderful deal
and I'm sure you will know how I feel.
I will love you so much,
My siblings... I won't touch.
Just get me behind a new wheel'!
Now she'll be cruisin in style.
She'll be happy for only awhile.
There will always be better
and we'll try hard to get her
a car that will make princess smile.
by Deb Wilson |
Categories:
father daughter, pain, child, me,
There is a child that looks like me.
Years from now still won't be free.
You'll want to rock her in your arms.
Keep her safe from all that harms.
Some things you simply don't forget.
And there is shame that haunts me yet.
The stark reality is this-
I find it hard to share a kiss.
Children are meant for love and prayers.
Not sneaking footsteps on the stairs.
Fear grows where refuge should be.
Hate floats on a toxic sea.
In all these years sorrow still lives.
A broken spirit but strong will gives
reason to find a better way.
This child is loved by me today.
written 4/13/2013
by Moonbee Canady |
Categories:
daughter, family, funny, happiness, life, love
Its Raining…
God’s Cleansing Tool
Cloud-Concerto… How Cool !
Plop-Plop Plopping into Pothole Pools
On the Grass, Pavements and On My Own-Sweet- Fools…
who, don’t have Sense enough, to get out of the Rain…
… I think I’ll go Join Them… Again
Amen
by Susan Ashley |
Categories:
angel, april, bereavement, heaven, love, mother daughter
Ave-Maria hymns lift you in flight
to Heaven’s gate apt angel does ascend
and follows lantern's light predawn of night
on glide of song and blessings she does wend.
On April morn in skies of blue as you
besprinkle crystals from your seraph’s wings,
by mourning noontime snowfall does ensue;
a smoothing swaddle soothing harmed heart-strings.
In diamond-dusted frosted filigree
so sparkles soulful kisses you bestow
for scintillant reflective reverie
your glistened gift you send in silvern snow.
Beloved mother, sainted entity
you hush my cries with snow’s serenity.
by Line Gauthier |
Categories:
age, death, fire, mother, mother daughter,
Tell me, mother
what did the fire
whisper to you
as it wrapped your frail body
in its flaming blanket
as it caressed your cheeks
and clenched your hands
as it kissed your eyelids
the way I tenderly used to
closing those deep oceans of love
AP: Honorable Mention 2022
Posted on February 1, 2022
collaboration with Chandana Ramachandran
by Carolyn Devonshire |
Categories:
mother daughter, thanks,
The rain that seemed to wash my hopes away
Left an amazing gift for me to find
Beyond the puddles that remained behind
New signs of life revived one summer day
I had not planted anything at all
'Twas Mom who wanted me to find this prize
Her efforts surely took me by surprise
Three decades passed; her smile I can’t recall
But in the yard where she drew her last breath
A bed of Four O’Clocks awoke one day
It was as if my Mom were there to say
“My love for you survived beyond my death”
*Written November 7, 2018
“Thankful Poetry Contest” hosted by Tania Kitchin
by James Marshall Goff |
Categories:
daughter
*for AG
Last leg home, the sun setting in the polluted haze of the city,
looks Like I feel, my thoughts a golden glow, every brushstroke
I've painted filling the sky with my love for you...a painting
that will begin anew....with the sunrise
........with the sunrise
Though your footprints belong to you,
my heart..... travels your path
Endless, as it should be,
your destiny rewards my memory
..................................................................................................
-for Brian's INTERVALS contest....COLOURS/PERCEPTION/HARMONY
by Tim Smith |
Categories:
appreciation, love, women,
Woman, you take my breath away
Not in what radiates off your precious skin
But what lies deep inside of you
Head held high
Not letting one moment
Of life slip on by
Strength more than a conviction
Capturing every ounce
Of my begging heart
Mother to many, daughter to all
Let me be your comfort
The harbor in your shore
Lead me
Feed me
Be the answer to my prayers
Guide me
Walk beside me
In the waning of our years
by Clifford Woodell |
Categories:
daughter, hope, love,
I planted a lily
A long time ago,
And was given the chance
To watch the plant grow.
I'm sorry to say,
That chance I refused.
A delicate flower
Should not be abused.
It needs to be nurtured
With plenty of sun.
Not shoved in the darkness
Where damage is done.
I planted a lily.
I hope you can see.
That without my presence
A flower's set free.
by Mary Nagy |
Categories:
angst, childhood, confusion, daughter, loss, mother
To me, she could've said anything
I wanted so badly to hear her say,
"I love you and I'm gonna try."
But all she said is "I just can't stay."
She looked away, I stared her down.
I needed to see her eyes.
She looked at me and that's when I knew...
THIS IS THE DAY MY MOTHER DIES.
She died right there before me.
I watched her fade away.
Her eyes were glossing over
as I begged her "PLEASE, JUST STAY!"
She said goodbye and drove away.
I've learned to deal with loss.
But, now she says "I'm coming back!"
She doesn't know the cost.
To me she's dead, she can't come back.
She'll have to remember the day
that she died right there before me
when she said she couldn't stay.
by Panagiota Romios |
Categories:
character, daughter, dedication,
Maria Elena
M-is for Motivated, that really is you.
A-is for Aliveness, all the year through.
R-is for religion,you are a lover of God"
and shows in all that you do.
I-is for Integrity, that honest spark,
that makes you,you.
A-is for the Alacrity'with which you get
jobs done.
E-is for Endurance in work, home and
play.
L-is for Love, which in reality, your
name should be.
E-is for Eager at each task at hand.
N-is for National, a woman proud uniquely
proud of this land.
A-is for Attractive, your skin, eyes and body,
that set men reeling.
July 27, 2019
Noon PST
by Line Gauthier |
Categories:
family, history, pride, rose, tribute, women
Great grandmother Rosa
Grandmother Maryrose
And Mother Roseann
Daughter April Rose
Granddaughter Kayla Rose
Granddaughter Ella Rose
Love all my Roses
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AP: 3rd place 2021
Posted on October 13, 2019
by Maureen McGreavy Pigeon Tart |
Categories:
love, mother daughter,
I knew
she loved me
when she confessed
her fear
she didn't
***
by Panagiota Romios |
Categories:
daughter, devotion, love, moon, stars,
Times can change, even the heavenly stars and moon
can fall!
My heart belongs to one who gave me my daughter,
most of all!
August10,2019
11am PST
by Andrea Dietrich |
Categories:
christmas, happy,
The time is after midnight, and I’m in the moment,
thinking how another Christmas has come and gone.
My spouse and I are tucked in bed, warm and cozy.
Outside, white beauty coldly blankets our front lawn.
Snickers, our new dog, sleeps peacefully between us.
The cat creeps up beside me now. How I love her!
How trusting are these creatures God gives us - how pure!
Our cat lies down by Snickers. I hear her soothing purr.
The visit with our daughter and her family was nice.
With gifts, glad hearts and tummies full, we traveled home.
More memories to cherish; the old year passes.
In the moment - grateful - I finish with this poem.
by Roy Pett |
Categories:
bereavement, betrayal, courage, lonely, princess, truth
In days not long ago lived our princess
gracious, elegant and so beautiful
everyone she met rich, poor she'd impress
a daughter, wife, and mother dutiful,
her oath and vows she took seriously
sadly her true love was never returned
abandoned treated mysteriously
our princesses wellbeing unconcerned,
this loveless marriage and deceit must end
living in London’s pretence with prince John
unwilling to repair her heart nor mend
he was happy to divorce, see her gone,
her life ended in unexplained disaster
sadly there was no happy ever-after.
by Peter Walsh |
Categories:
child, father daughter, children, my child,
What would we do without Cuddles
They help us to get out of muddles
When we're feelin' down, they replace a frown
And they fill us so full of Love Bubbles
Beethoven, Sparkles and Lulu
Far greater than anything Tragic
Eeyore, T-T-Tigger and Pooh
In Dreams that are filled full of Magic
Angels are made for believin'
Even if we've never seen them
They mind us at night, when we shut our eyes tight
And they help the Dream Fairies to Weave them