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Poem Details | by Rachel Kovacs |
Categories: caregiving, childhood, daughter, growing up, life, mother, mother daughter, nostalgia, women, me, home, cry, home, love, me,

Will You Tie My Shoes When I Grow Old

You were beautiful, 
my tiny child, 
wrapped tightly in my arms, 
close to my heart.
I listened to you breathing.
I counted your fingers
and your toes.
Helpless, 
you cried out to me
and I loved you
with every ounce of my soul.

Will you hear me
when I cry out? 
Will you hold me close
as I held you then? 

I remember the day
You took your first step.
There was no stopping you.
Your feet gave you freedom
to explore the world
like never before
but danger lurked.
I opened those doors anyway, 
cautiously, 
and introduced
you to the world.
Where will you be
when my legs
no longer run? 
no longer work? 
Will you realize
that I love
freedom too? 

I laugh
about that day
you first tied your shoe.
We tried and tried
to get that rabbit
in that hole
and you finally did it.
You pointed your toes
for everyone to see
how proud you were.

I am proud too, 
of my writing
and my drawing, 
of my needlework
and my cooking.
But my hands are beginning to ache
and my fingers will not bend.
I will lose the things
that make me proud
except for you.
Hopefully not you.
Will you let me
brag on you? 
Even tell wild stories
that are a bit beyond the truth? 
Will you be proud of me too? 

I waved good-bye
that morning when you left
on that large, yellow bus.
I was so scared.
I know you were too.
You waved at me bravely
through the dusty window
but I saw the water
forming in your eyes.
You came home, however, 
full of pride and joy.
You sang the alphabet song
and got most of it right.
You practiced for hours
until you could sing it
even in your sleep.

But 
I'm afraid.
I forgot
whether I took
my pills today or not.
I forgot
if I told this story before.
I even forgot once
who you were
and it terrified me.
My mind
is my treasure
the only thing I have left, 
and I heard you make
fun of me
for not remembering
that I gave you the
same gift as last year.
Will you love me
when I no longer
know who I am? 

You came home blushing
from the glow of
your first kiss.
Your first love, 
the one you thought was real.
You talked about him non-stop.
You changed for himYou gave.
But he left you anyway
for a blue-eyed girl
and I held you
while you cried for him.

I too have a
broken heart.
The love of my life
left me after
fifty-six years.
He left me here
to live life on my own
while he moved on
to another realm
And I cry for him too.
I long for his shoulder
and strong embrace.
I feel betrayed
because he and I
made a deal
that we would never
leave the other alone.
Yet I am alone
sitting in an echoing house
with no hands to hold.

You welcomed her home today- 
your tiny baby girl.
She has your eyes
and possibly your toes.
I see you counting them
as they roll me
into the room.
You finally came
to visit.
It has been a while.

You look up at me
with tears in your eyes
and ask
almost desperately, 

"Will she tie my
shoes
when I get old? "


Poem Details | by Susan Ashley |
Categories: daughter, i love you, i miss you, sad,

A Tear-ful Conversation With My Daughter



It starts with only one - one like me a melancholy migrant from the immortal part of her to the locus of her physical being -- the center of her emotional wisdom I gain heartfelt strength as I gather my forces rising up en masse riding cresting waves of woe to breach the ramparts - the welling rims of her loving eyes it starts with only one - one perfectly ripened drop of sorrow this beautifully packaged pain and a lustrous cascade of soulful pearls ensues wept gems pouring forth from a pure heart.. I am the tears your mother cries. Susan Ashley May 5, 2018 ~ Poem Of The Week ~ Week beginning Sunday, May 13, 2018 ~ Seventh Place ~ Contest: Early May Premiere (2018) Sponsor: Brian Strand Poet's note; For my beautiful daughter, Jocelyn, you inspire me with your light, joy, spirited determination and intellectThough your academic pursuits take you many, many miles away from me and I grieve your absence, when you return home I shall celebrate with tears of joy! For today, however, I'll let my grieving tears speak for themselves... I love you and I miss you, my Jocee <3


Poem Details | by Olive Eloisa Guillermo - Fraser |
Categories: absence, care, child, dad, desire, father, father daughter, fathers day,

LONGING FOR FATHER'S LOVE

I am not a father
Nor I am a mother
I am just a daughter
That is growing better...

Father, you have been away
I truly wish you have stayed
Hugging me as I lay
I don't need much penny...

All I have been missing is you my daddy
Your love and your real company...

Look, how I am now
I pursued my little vow
Hoping always, You'll be proud
It's alright if you'll not be loud...

All I want is for us to bond...

Yes, I am neither a kid nor a child
Ever anymore
But still, there is that longing
I cannot deny...

I miss you much, daddy...

(c) 

contest: POEM FOR DADDY
SPONSOR: LEONORA GALINTA
2ND PLACE - TO GOD BE THE GREATEST GLORY...
NOTE: I REALLY MISS A FATHER'S LOVE..


Poem Details | by KP Nunez |
Categories: art, child, love, metaphor, mother daughter, uplifting, universe,

A Mother's Envy and Pride

Lapis lazuli mines with wide blue eyes
bringing to mind precious stones and
caramel scones; innocent and wise -
Wondering, yet without surprise.

Staring down the universe, a challenge
in your look though you are young;
The earth made only nine revolutions 
since you came out to see the sun.

Unguarded and arched, your brows 
betray high wire tension; enough 
to light up a hundred moons and warm
plump cheeks to cherry bubble gum.

Be not impatient to grow; you smell
of open grasshopper meadows
and firefly lighted lakeshore walks.
You’re a mother’s envy and pride.

Red lips! Your passion for life exists.
Scarlet, lipstick would be a surfeit -
Today as then till many summer’s been,
your spirit will always be free as the mist.



After:  Portrait of Carol Nye  Rhoades (Robinson) (1915)


For Debbie Guzzi's Challenge: Ten Pictures, Ten Poems, Ten Days - Painting No2
Kim Patrice Nunez
08 January 2016

Poem of the Week:  January 10-16, 2016


Poem Details | by KP Nunez |
Categories: child, dedication, love, mother daughter,

CARMEN

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


Poem Details | by Alexis Y. |
Categories: father daughter, love,

A FATHER'S LEGACY

You grew up going from place to place.
Folk thought you wouldn't amount to a thing.
You were a wander til you heard love calling.
Your life changed on that extraordinary day.
Because your wayward position in life was no more.
You taught me how to recognize true love,
You showed how much I was loved.
You taught me how to ride my first bike.
You showed me how to work hard
You showed me how to put love into what I did
You showed me to proud just being me.
You thought you didn't have purpose or a legacy,
Because you grew up in the foster system.
Boy were you wrong, everything I am is “You”
Many thought you were nothing but a screw up
Boy you proved them all wrong( including you).
Me and my kid was your purpose and legacy,
You were my daddy and an incredible man.


Dedicated to all the incredible fathers everywhere

Alexis Y.
1-4-19


Poem Details | by KP Nunez |
Categories: child, love, mother daughter, parents,

Mesmerized

I paint your beauty in my heart and mind  
in swirling strokes of wind squalls and light;
the youthful lift of limbs of early spring,   
with summer’s joyful red, with fall's surprise.
I paint you in wonder of winter’s white
through snow storm's chill and my loving eyes.

I paint you beyond the blue pain of the past
with the gray of fear the future hides.
Jealous of luring space and power of time, 
yet, with all the hope, the joy, the ache
as seen in the strength of my trembling hand;
I’ll paint you again my child, mesmerized.


After:  L'Enfant au Tablier Rouge, 1886 by Berthe Morisot


For Debbie Guzzi's Challenge: Ten Pictures, Ten Poems, Ten Days - Painting 8
Kim Patrice Nunez
17 January 2016


Poem Details | by Rev. Rebecca Guile Hudson |
Categories: childhood, confusion, daughter, family, life, love, mother, me,

Like a Rock

I carry my mother 
like a rock in my pocket 

that I just can’t seem to throw away 

It serves me 
no purpose, 
it just weighs me down 

~~~
 
When I first found it, 
when I first picked it up 
and started carrying it with me, 

I thought it so beautiful – 
I could look at it for hours 

But, like my mother, 
it never looked back at me, 
never grew warm under my loving gaze 

For the longest, I was blind to that, 
Blind to anything but the beauty, 
blind to the cold, hard, 
beyond-remote nature of the rock,
of my mother,
my stone

~~~

I carry my mother,
a thought without weight

And she’s heavier

and she’s colder

than all the stones
there are

~~~
 
By the time I recognized her 
immutable, emotional unavailability, 
I had run out of joy,
felt depleted of hope –

But I could not,
for the life of me,
stop seeking a beauty, a warmth,
inside her heart

Could not stop
wishing
that one day this stone,
my mother,
deep inside my pocket,

Might just become
its own opposite –

Change from hard to fluid,
from cold to warm

But my rock, my hard burden,
will only turn to water

When my mother
stops being
a stone


Poem Details | by James Fraser |
Categories: daughter, death, depression, father, girlfriend-boyfriend, hope, husband, life, loss, lost love, mother, sad, wife

Suicide Mind

What makes the decision
To flick the switch
To end ones life
For the sake of it
 
Troubled, debts
Bullied at school
Fork in the road
To let death rule
 
Mums, dads
Daughters and sons
What ever affects them 
They just can't outrun
 
Sadness and tears
By all left behind
Will they ever understand
Suicide Mind


Poem Details | by kenisha shines |
Categories: daughter, heart, life, love, me, mother, wife,

woman

I am the daughter of eve ,with the strength to create or destroy the world,but you nasty people
Judge and say me as a simple weak being.
Was born to be beautiful being but you made me suffer my whole life.
 During childhood,I loved playing with dolls  and with friends,
But you wanted me to do the chores so brother can enjoy.
He enjoyed all the pleasures and had all the fun,while I was in the
Hot sun,doing the work like a nun.
I worked like a donkey,but he had the turkey.
As he was the son, and I was none.
He had to read the books and I had the food to cook.
And there came a new man in life ,for whom I was wife.
He earned money and I was honey.
he had the authority and I was in poverty.
He was the ruler and I was the bearer.
All I wanted was the love ,but he gave me the stove.
The  days passed and the seasons changed,but my life hadn’t.
Designation changed from wife to  mother,nursing all the time
Was split into  two by husband and kids,but the heart always 
Desired something else.
Kids grew and flew to new destinations
the heart does crave and yearn for love as it is stupid,as it doesn’t 
have mind to think,and it is  there only to feel.
I want to learn, read ,play and relive those moments which were 
Mine  but were snatched away as I was a girl.
But it is us, who make this world beautiful,peaceful and happy.
We are mothers, daughters, sisters above all we are human beings.
Treat us like fellow humans but not like slaves,then you will see
The more beauty of the world.


PS:This poem is not based on my personal experience ,but on my observation and deep understanding of their pain.It speaks about women who went through this pain and strength they discovered they had to come out of it.


Poem Details | by Leanne Lovejoy-Burton |
Categories: home, identity, imagery, inspiration, integrity, love, mother daughter,

Home is a Burning Flame

“Home is a Burning Flame”
Align yourself with the belief that HOME will come to you in the end You can see yourself in her eyes, but you are not there She must follow her own flame Barefoot over broken glass and rusty nails Tender Moorings is your Heart One day she will understand her revolving door journey Until that time arise Keep the burning fire alive The warmth it emanates She will carry to be brave. "HOME" Is a Burning Flame. (Lovejoy-Burton/March 2018) For my Mother 18/9 dI see you, I hear you. For my Daughter 18/9 bDo you see me, do you hear me? "I am my mother's daughter." 1Home/Depeche Mode https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yIvKZ_EX_xE 2Paradise Circus https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=auyXqyhk4lQ


Poem Details | by Leanne Lovejoy-Burton |
Categories: angel, courage, faith, journey, love, magic, mother daughter,

Thy Beautiful Heart: The Blue Faerie's Baby

"Thy Beautiful Heart : The Blue Faerie’s Baby"
'Tis brave the heart of a lionhearted cub When Butterflies aren’t pretty Aren’t all what they seem Monsters that do steal teeth from the Blue Faerie's Baby A glass jar full of plundered precious Pearls of White Ivory, not sweet honey bees The cub must remember the magic strength of LOVE Stand firm clasping it to thy beautiful heart thy beautiful heart that was borne from pure love all of her beautiful dreams to believe to dream real “Walk with courage”, she heard her say Soft footsteps always follow They’ve never walked away Guarding her from wolves and monks gone astray Both are walking in Light beams the two from the Fey All will come good on the morrow For the Blue Faerie’s Baby There is to be no more Black Sorrow Love, Time is tumbling Love with all of thy beautiful heart Time, 'tis no more to be borrowed. Love's kiss from a mother's heart breaks the Papillon Spell. (Lovejoy-Burton, August 2018) for my daughter, Georgia - Close your eyes when you listen to the music...it adds more power to the spell.
Symphony for Eight/Philip Glass (Original music video removed from Youtube, replaced with current, "Conjunto", Symphony for Eight Cellos, PeterRudolfi/Youtube) https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cKEq56mDLg4


Poem Details | by Besma Riabi Dziri |
Categories: dad, daughter, dedication, father daughter, memory, miss you,

Adam Of Love And Faith

Adam of Love
barely knew what to put 
in black and white
with the Light in his heart
the dark able to look through.
A man of wealth
warmth and tenderness
the precious kernels of his soul.
A smile grew from his ribs
revealing inner rarity and creed.
Nature, his ancestors and his
in nature my Adam
so loving, so caring, so sweet.
Adam of Faith
in his prayers, Allah he never failed
imbued with a stainless strong belief.
Words of God dwell in his feelings
many a time overflowed into tears
reaching out for his deeds.
Adam of my heart
ever my words would me betray
to draw and paint your portrait
magic colours yet didn’t find their way
to meet your beauty
Dad, apple of my soul.

October 2nd, 2018


Poem Details | by Sabrina Niday Hansel |
Categories: absence, angst, cry, dad, death, depression, emotions, family, father, father daughter, fear, feelings, future, goodbye, grief, heart, heartbroken, heaven, how i feel, identity, leaving, life, loneliness, lonely, loss, lost, love, memory, miss you, missing you, pain, parents, poets, prayer, sad, sorrow, strength, stress, urdu,

I Need Your Help Daddy

I’m tired
I’m Physically and Emotionally tired
I don’t want to be the strong one anymore
I can’t this time
I don’t know what to do Daddy
I need your help down here

I can’t get back in control of my emotions 
I’m having a hard time dealing with your absence
I’m having a hard time standing by myself
I need your help Daddy

I’m broken and lost without you Daddy
I need your will to want to carry on
I need your strength to over come this
I need your strength to stay standing
Your courage to fight back again
I need your help 

Please Daddy I’m at a loss
How am I suppose to do this
I need your guidance 
I need you to guide me back
To whom I was before
I need your help Daddy
I need your help







Poem Details | by Mary Nagy |
Categories: angst, daughter, family, funny, happiness, life, love, car,

Princess Needs A New Car

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.


Poem Details | by Laura Breidenthal |
Categories: adventure, allegory, angel, art, baby, beach, beautiful, beauty, child, childhood, confusion, courage, dance, dark, daughter, death, dedication, devotion, dream, fear, flower, freedom, goodbye, grief, hope, life, lost love, love, sorrow, travel, tribute, uplifting, war, water, woman, write, me, earth, me,

Goodbye, My Child

Where cradled canyons sing
Of ebony wood in the forest
There lies a gurgling spring
Where cockcrows sing their chorus
To the melody of singsong birds
There I’ve concealed my sensuous words
Filled with befitted signs
The saccharine whiff of my designs

Come to me my mortal youth
To the wild realm of your truth
Where nymphs and gnomes abound
For the earth is filled with weeping
And only your tears be found

Where the fogs of night are fountains
Spills of glistened moon ignite
By distant silhouette mountains
We dance with passion of fight
Entwining ancient stance 
Mingling hand in hand we dance
Till the mountains smile on high
Near and far we spring
To pursue the realest of dreams
While the world cries at its seams
Anxious in trouble to cling

Come to me my mortal youth
To the wild realm of your truth
Where nymphs and gnomes abound
For the earth is filled with weeping
And only your tears be found

To where the ridges merry make 
From the beaks of wooden bright
In sparkly pools the ghouls awake
That scarce to stir our night
We watch for seekers down under
Muttering secrets in their soul
We bid them lucks of shivers
Dipping gently in
From reeds that hide a tear of a foal
Under the gentle rivers

Come to me my mortal youth
To the wild realm of your truth
Where nymphs and gnomes abound
For the earth is filled with weeping
And only your tears be found

Far away she shall ever churn
The taciturn eyed
She’ll listen no more to turn
To the working mills beside
Or the scrubbing of the barn
May peace weave in her song
She shall wave in the yarn
To a haven known as Belong  

Come to me my mortal youth
To the wild realm of your truth
Where nymphs and gnomes abound
For the earth is filled with weeping
And only your tears be found

For she comes, the mortal youth
To the wild realm of her truth
Where nymphs and gnomes abound
For the earth is filled with weeping
And only her tears be found


Poem Details | by Nina Hernandez |
Categories: angst, daughter, death, depression, devotion, family, fantasy, imagination, love, mother, sad, dark, dark, rose,

The Rose

Once bloomed a rose so young and fair
With dark brown eyes and long black hair

Beside her be a tall dark tree
Whose branches stretch to smother thee

Too close beside the shadowy bark
That soon begins to leave its mark

She cries for help, but none shall hear
Her thorns too sharp, who’d dare go near?

To save this rose, who’d risk their life?
With naught to gain but pain and strife

Alone, afraid, she lays to rest
Her heart beats low inside her chest

And with the hour growing near
She sheds her final grieving tear

And so the rose soon falls asunder
Her final day, eternal slumber

She lies beside the old dark tree
The only one who mourns for thee


Poem Details | by Angelo Casiano |
Categories: age, daughter, death of a friend, family, little sister, love, missing you,

A message from Emilly

A message from Emilly
By Angelo Casiano


A message from above to those of you I love.
I love you more than you’ll ever know,
Even more now that I’m gone.
And my love for you will grow and grow,
Like the chorus to a song.
I had to leave much sooner than
 I thought, I must admit.
But you know mom, until I’m done,
 I’m never gonna quit
I left behind some parts of me,
 I have so much to give.
Because of you I’m strong enough,
 to help some others live.
So Daddy when you think of me,
While you watch the Phillies play
I’ll be sitting next to youI’ll be with you every day.
 You’ve given me the best of you.
And now I’m giving back.
I will love you for eternityNo matter were I’m at.


Poem Details | by Margaret Okubo |
Categories: daughter, love,

Oh Daughter Mine

Be proud of your scars
oh daughter mine
now a mother of children dear
Remember the time
they suckled your breast
gorging on the food of love
Worried lines on your face
anxious frown on your brow
a love story you cannot erase.

Oh  daughter mine be proud of your scars.

Pendulos breasts wear with pride
your babies now full-grown  and wise.
Stretch marks remain to tell
  that you carried your babies well.

Oh daughter  mine be proud of your scars.

A badge of honor
that's what they are.
Thickened waist and cellulite disgust many
yet tell a story so sweet so true.

Oh daughter  mine be proud of your scars.

Uptilted breasts shapely hips
elegant thighs tell a story of their own
but you gave  your babies all you had
with love and tenderness.
 When they're grown and gone away
you will remember them still
 by the scars you bear today.

 Oh daughter  mine be proud 
Be proud of your scars.





Poem Details | by Mac McGovern |
Categories: beautiful, beauty, brother, daughter, devotion, father, friendship, happiness, hope, husband, i love you, life, love, mother, passion, people, romance, sister, social, teen, wife, youth,

Since First I Saw You

Since first I saw you, it was your eyes,
mesmerizing, your gaze transporting
me to a realm, not of fantasy, real,
where young men go when cupid’s
arrow takes root.

Since first I saw you, it was your lips,
captivating, holding me frozen 
in anticipation of our lips brushing
for the first time.

Since first I saw you, it was your voice,
a crescendo, light, invigorating, 
each word you speak intensifies 
my hearing, enveloping each
note, time ceases as I hang motionless
savoring, memorizing.

Since first I saw you, it was your hair,
long, flowing, gently rising above
your shoulders as a slight breeze
passes through sending waves
of your essence my way
The sun magnifying each strand, 
highlighting the minute
variances of invigorating color, 
creating a halo effect, a portrait of
your beauty forever imprinted.

Since first I saw you, It was you,
my love forever more for you,
only you.


Poem Details | by Yvonne Evanoff |
Categories: childhood, daughter, death, dedication, faith, family, forgiveness, hope, inspirational, loss, love, mother, religion, thank you

The Whispered Song

The warrior lays her weary head, 
With heavy heart she cannot bear, 
Burning tears stream down her face, 
As whispered memories touch the ear.

Her armour tarnished by remorse, 
Her battle-cry a wimpered row, 
Her wounds, of which bleed solitude, 
Will never know forgiveness now.

The song began two score ago, 
When two came knocking at her door, 
In need of refuge from the world, 
Of that, and love, and little more.

Forced to fight for every smile, 
Her only solace found in song, 
She longed for love to rescue her, 
And plant her where she could belong.

Jealous tongues are seldom kind, 
Self-seeking hearts know nought of love, 
The caged canary only sings, 
When coaxed to praise from up above.

For the steely spine that now I own, 
Forever shall I grateful be, 
A gift from her, and from her own
Courage mounted inwardly.

I'll not forget how I have loved thee, 
And youthful memories I will prize, 
Til on the shore of His forgiveness, 
Whereto now, we both shall rise.



Poem Details | by MoonBee Canady |
Categories: daughter, family, funny, happiness, life, love, mother, nature, nostalgia, peace, people, seasons

Its Raining...

                          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


Poem Details | by Lynn Marie |
Categories: dance, daughter, freedom, inspirational, introspection, life, love, mother, social,

Last Dance

Strobe lights loud music
silver glitter balls
reflective tiny stars
dot the dance floor hall.

She was grinding and pumping
body toned tight and fast
she was the centre of attention
her choice her last dance.

She expertly glided
up and down the polished pole
her red satin outfit
simply amplified the show.

As she flawlessly moved
to the chants of the men
drawing into herself
shone a dazzling grin.

Becoming one with the pole
giving it her very all
this was her last song
head high standing tall.

As she smiled and waved
searching deep within her core
for this one final bow
were loud whistles and roars.

She quickly grabbed her outfit
running to the door backstage
in the comfort of her robe
kissed a picture daughter Paige.

I did this for you
my sweet baby girl
for college bound you are
with the money I have earned.

The men cheered loudly
she reached her last goal
 turning from the mirror
freely flew her soul.









reworked    08-26-2016


Poem Details | by Clifford Woodell |
Categories: daughter, hope, love,

I Planted a Lily

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


Poem Details | by karin herrman |
Categories: childhood, daughter, family, father, children, loss, sad, son, love,

Questions for Dad

How do you do it...
   arrested again.
Paroled for awhile
   then back to the pen.
We know you don't mean it.
   We know that you care.
But when will you show it?
   When and where?
As much as we love you
   our hate runs that strong.
Why can't you stay with us?
   What are we doing wrong?
Are your friends to blame?
   Did they help cause this bust?
What should we feel?
   Who do we trust?
Who do we love?
    Who should we hate?
Why do you burden us
    with all your stuff
       on our plate?
It's too much to handle,
     we're too young to deal.
With the heartache we have,
     with the pain that we feel.

Your our Daddy, our idol,
     our mentor for sure.
Our anger, our hope,
     we need you here more.
Your smile, our tears
     your our happiness found.
Our twinkle, our fears,
     the reason we frown.
You want us to love you
     you want us to care
But Daddy, how can we...
     when your never there!


Poem Details | by Shahana Jackson |
Categories: daughter, education, family, children, funny, history, lost love, music, me, love, me,

Victim

I never wanted it to be this way, I never wanted to feel the painBruises all over me
Invisible but I can see them.

You hurt me everywhereMy heart is shattered and the blood has frozenBut I won't be 
your victim.

Stare at me like this all you wantTry and hurt me with your words just as long as you 
don't use fists.

I don't ever want to be your victimI refuse to be one of those few girls who end up 
losing their whole world.

Love isn't supposed to hurt, but maybe I was just naive because the moment I loved you my 
heart never stopped bleeding

I won't be your victim, I won't run awayIf you have something to say I won't avoid it
I'm not scared I can take whatever you try to throw.

Don't hold back I promise you I will not cryThe moon is shining just like all the 
diamonds that you called pretend love I can't even imagine why I fell so hard.

It's never clear until the glass of water is goneBut now that you've gulped me to the 
last I want you to know I won't be your victim.

I kissed vulnerability goodbye the very last time I cried over you and I won't be your 
victim your not even worth it.

If you feel like you must shove a door in my butt but don't make me afraid because I 
don't want to be I don't want to be your victim

Let go of my hand so I can peacefully drive away if you want me to I can drive over you 
as wellBut don't make it seem like i'm causing you pain because it's obvious to see 
that I've been a victim and it's a shame.

But I don't want to be it anymore then you so just let me go and I won't have to runI 
promised you forever I laugh at this now you were never eternity love in my mind.

 I kept counting until the madness in ourselves would corruptTears flash down my eyes 
as I speed down the lanesTwo bottles of Gin and I think i'm going insane.

It wasn't until I crashed into a tree that I realized I was never your victim I was 
merely your suicide mission


Poem Details | by Susan Ashley |
Categories: angel, april, bereavement, heaven, love, mother daughter, snow,

Your Sacred Soul Still Calms And Comforts Me



Ave-Maria hymns lift you in flight to Heaven’s gate apt angel does ascend and follows lantern's light predawn of night on star-dust wings for spirit a Godsend. On April morn in skies of blue as you besprinkle crystals from your seraph’s wings, by mourning noon soft snowfall does ensue a smoothing swaddle soothing harmed heartstrings. 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. Susan Ashley December 8, 2017


Poem Details | by Leanne Lovejoy-Burton |
Categories: daughter, imagery, journey, loss, love, mother, mother daughter,

At the Seat of the Catacombs of Amygdala



"At the Seat of the Catacombs of Amygdala"
"...the curse ruled from the underground down by the shore And their hope grew with a hunger to live unlike before..." The Curse
Violet Black the night is still diving through oceans of stars now waking violins soaring in my heart’s crater speed to the seat of Amygdala Descartes moving closer anticipation,the Sphinx is smiling and Horus waiting in his castle calls me home abandoned in my green field mind of Lavendar spirits swinging hidden essence of secret monk’s theribles shrouded hoods in their grim reaper guarded churchyards writing words upon the air their Purgatory Alter daughtermotherdaughter Goddess prayers of devotion stealing love from sharks feeding them pearls and sirens singing in their love Indigo rapture velvet bee keeper gloved hand smoking catacombs Supersedure Queens and absent drones, bottles corking time hideous time sand dripping wet tears through the Hour Glass, never stops diamonds drop by drop acceleration dress-ups buckled straight jacket uniform no arms marching with the Soldiers of Conform setting tables,last feast rosaries now I lay me down to sleep up the stairs bowed and weeping swept out of sight in starched collars and cobwebs glistening Huntsman, no Audrey Hepburn,no Caron Daddy Long legs Aether sees her in a mirror falling down to Hades Lewis' traps on a hero’s mission saving 3 Graces and returning returning HOME. Violet Black the night is still diving through oceans of stars now waking waking she returns spinning her Golden Chord to pull you away closer into her sweet dreams held to her peaceful Polar Bear Hug sleeves it was never cold in their Igloo truth serum syllabub no silver spoon happy dreams,rough seas,then peaceful and still Black Swan singing in Joan of Arc chain mail Heavenly wings slip softly into starlight away from stalking cats blood sucking bats barking Hounds of Baskerville through galaxies of milky honeycomb, to where God hides in a protected glass snow globe somewhere beyond the pulsating No Go Zone Charon’s been handed his token None of this should be spoken. Nyx has Aether in her arms they are flying home Violet Black the night is still diving through oceans of stars now waking. Honeycomb cement feet sacrificial drowning A little death. Supersedure. Back in "their" kitchen the smell of stewed pears and chocolate cake baking. (Lovejoy-Burton/Jan 2018)


Poem Details | by Susan Ashley |
Categories: beach, daughter, i miss you, introspection, love, mother, remember,

A Scattering Of Sparkle



You were drawn to its contours worn smooth by the elements over eons of existence; cream colored and streaked with grayish blue ensconced in the sand with its scattering of sparkle - special amongst the many on the rocky beach a souvenir from the shore of the day we walked in its mist and the wind blew our footsteps this way and that way as well as our thoughts while we reminisced… now. it is where you left it; stoic and sentimental it stands vigil - on the small windowsill overlooking the pathway to my door awaiting your return my beloved daughter... as it patiently endures it is the perfect representation of my heart Susan Ashley July 30, 2018


Poem Details | by Janice Canerdy |
Categories: daughter, love, mother,

Audra Cady to Daughter: A Spoon River Poem


	     		
		I didn't always adhere to the warnings of the experts
		who declared nothing beyond time-outs should be used
		to correct a child’s behavior—that parents must not,
		even temporarily, take away a toy or a privilege OR
		use “psychologically damaging” responses like
		“What you just did was bad”!

		When you, as a teenager, fought me at every turn,
		when you despised me--or seemed to--
		the experts' words came back to haunt me.
		Still, I continued on my chosen path and tried
		not to reveal how defeated and helpless I felt.

		While the renowned psychologists were saying, 
		"The teenager's privacy must not be violated,"
 		I was watching you, not always from afar.
		When, in spite of me, you began accomplishing a degree
                privacy at the tender age of 14, you hid from me, opting 
                to use that freedom to forge risky relationships
		that alienated you from those who really cared.

		Over time, something beautiful happened.
		You metamorphosed into a fine young lady.
		As a parent, you have neither punished severely
		nor spoiled your childrenYou've limited 
		their privacy and kept hold of the reins.
		As they sneer at you and rebel, you wonder,
		as I once did, If you've taken the wrong route.
		I can't verbally assure you that you haven't.
		I can't give you an encouraging embrace.
		Perhaps I did enough while I was there.


January 1, 2019, entered in Emile Pinet's Free Verse Style Poetry Only contest,
placed 2nd


February 4, 2019, entered in Chantelle Anne Cooke's Favorite Free Verse Contest