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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 Poet Destroyer A |
Categories: beautiful, care, death, grandchild, granddaughter, grandfather, grandmother, growing up, i love you, peace, sad, voice,

GRANDPA

*GRANDMA WAITS IN THE GARDEN*

Hi, grandpa, it's me again!
Your dentures sit in an open glass above the nightstand
Remember the tears grandma sang before she passed?
The way she looked into your eyes, 
Moments before she said her goodbyes
Grandpa, I found a note from grandma, 
She waits for you.

Hi grandpa, it’s me again!
The rocking chair is old and dusty
Remember the way grandma sat me on her lap?
Read many stories before I took a nap
How she enjoyed stroking my hair with her hands
I miss the way she rocked me to sleep every night 

Hello, grandpa!
I stored your hearing aid away
Remember that special musical box in grandma's drawer? 
I opened it last night, to watch the ballerina soar
I wish you could hear the tiny chimes grandma loved
I hope you don’t mind, I’m keeping grandma's favorite scarf

Hello, Grandpa!
I'm caressing grandma’s picture frame
Remember the way she looked in the yellow pretty sundress?
Grandpa, I miss the things grandmother did for you
Like the walking cane, she handcrafted before she left

Hello, grandpa, it's me again! 
Here I sit holding your hand
I have no more tears
Soon you will see her again
She will no longer be alone
Say hi to her, give her a kiss
Tell her I miss her so much
Bye, grandpa

~*~


Poem Details | by Robert Lindley |
Categories: art, break up, growing up, jealousy, lost love, pride, trust,

With Divining Heart I Could Have Foreseen

With Divining Heart I Could Have Foreseen

With true divining heart I could have seen
little ripples of thy deep discontent.
My heart a meadow, once lush and bright green
now aching from lost days so sadly spent.

If thy heart sought the truth instead of lies
thee would have held, fast and firm loving vows.
These tears would not splash down from dark skies
as I seek anew, fertile fields to plow.

Blame I, ignorance of deception's wiles
trusting in our dear love and happy bliss.
Pray I, for miracle that reconciles
this distance, preventing thy soft-lips kiss.

With divining heart I could have foreseen
how thy lost heart would fail us, sweet Colleen.

R.JLindley
4-23 -1977

Syllables Per Line: 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10
Total # Syllables: 140
Total # Words: 108

Note: My ignorance of a friend and his lies once cost me ever so dearly.
Lesson learned in youth, sad but one I suspect a great many others may have learned as well.


Poem Details | by CayCay Jennings |
Categories: change, growing up, love, missing, relationship, sad,

Goodbye Darling Peter Pan


Dearest Child-Adventuring Man, My Darling Peter Pan:

Since that never to be forgotten day when Wendy first brought you my way, my heart has been enchanted thru and true with love for you You are as magical as your happy-thought dust that brought me flight thru star-glimmer skies, shimmering great joy from my soul-core straight to my eyes With you, I have felt amazing fantasy as enthralling reality because of the wonder that is you and your purview.

I love Neverland, Tinker Bell, the boys and the countless joys that made 
up the minutes of each day we sharedThough nothing in my future will 
ever compare, I can no longer deny that I am compelled to step into adulthood, that such is what I should do, what I am meant to do, and must do without youIn your world, I will always be your girl, but in the traditional world, I must let my woman unfurlWhat is calling me onward and forward is all that you would never walk toward and risk dying adult-bored.
 
By the time you find this tear-smeared note, I shall be gone for I am not strong enough in my convictions to look into your eyes of Neverland insistence Peter, as long as I have breathe, you will own a room in my heart depths that no other could assume, and though said room will hold initial sad-gloom, it will, in time, be a room of constant memory-joy in bloom 

Turn any woe into a splendid crow of much ado, repeat until woe has winded you, then smile to know - 
                      I shall always gratefully and lovingly remember you …




..CayCay Jennings
March 28, 2018



Poem Details | by Sheri Fresonke Harper |
Categories: absence, adventure, dream, fun, growing up, love, success,

Both Sides for Me

The look of pity on the saleswoman's face said it all
my paint spattered clothing, however the jeans fit
just didn't have that panache, chic pizazz, tongue hanging
inspiration for desire a young woman out to have.

The car dealer took one look at me, led me to the far
corner of the lot, showed me the used hot rods
the beater four doors, the budget cutters like I'd rode
but I wanted glossy black, silver hood ornament, brand new.

Paint is supposed to sit on top of your nails, but underneath
is advantageous when compared to oil, to muck, to dirty guts
so I was a step on the ladder of the working man, 
I could even afford to buy hose, which I still don't wear.

There's something to be said for the over glasses, safety 
glasses look, white paper coat, something comical 
one supposes, but the purple overalls worn for skiing
which suddenly I could afford, made me my nephews joke.

At times I waited for a date who preferred the bar
called and said maybe later, because passion rumbled
between us when we kissed but I didn't want a flit,
disease, broken promise, I wanted to be embraced

Cozy now, body motion are promises and content
passion is beyond me, the bar on the patio in back
the hand I always hold a missing app that answers
more lonely than any mistaken wish that he'd be the one.

Stars, too, I climbed to them in my dream, climbed
the Space Needle and found my self with no safety net
I always avoided those climbs the dreams more nightmare
even though I do what I am told, to reach, to soar.

Sometimes now I wear black on gold dresses which fit
to the nth inch, so I can barely sit, hold champagne
to watch golden bubbles float against the elegant
white linen against starry night event, that's rich, success.

Dump it gladly for a romp on the beach, the missing
something like threads through a woven maze,
like an angel's hopeWhen I dump it all and seek
there's grace lying on the shores between the rocks

a pooled place where deer come to lick minerals,
boulders come unglued and sail down river
and think, maybe I could do thatMaybe I could
unglue all the expectations and rearrange the world.


Poem Details | by John Hamilton |
Categories: abuse, addiction, child abuse, drug, growing up, poverty, sad,

You're worthy of love

You're worthy of love

I see the scars, you're hiding deep within
they're not visible, upon your skin
you don't even know, how you could begin
to feel worthy of love...

You've been floating away, in time and space
your pain is written, all over your face
your dignity left you, without a trace
and you don't feel worthy of love

Bridge 1
I've seen so many people, just like you
they never seem to make a fuss
the only colors you know, are black and blue
and now it's hard for you to trust

The only friends you had, have long since died
you couldn't save them all, even if you tried
now you bottle up all, your feelings inside
you don't feel worthy of love

Bridge 2
I know to you living, is not worthwhile
but I can prove that you're wrong
I know it hurts to even try to smile
cause you forgot where you belong

Some may say, that you're a little high strung
you've shed too many tears, for someone so young
don't you know that you're life has just begun
and that you're worthy of love...

oh yes you're worthy of love
you are so worthy of love

You've forgotten that, you too have worth
you're the only you, on this planet earth
just ask the loving ones, who caused your birth
they'll say...you're worthy of love
indeed you're worthy of love

welcome home my dear!
you are so worthy of love!


April 21,2017
John Derek Hamilton







































Poem Details | by Andrea Doherty |
Categories: absence, boyfriend, growing up, happiness, heartbreak, longing, lost love,

Redux

I found a box when my mother died
And saw the me I was inside.
Big blue eyes and auburn locks,
Rolled up skirt and blue knee socks.

Glee club programs, old year books
Awards and rings tucked into nooks.
And there, a picture of a boy
Who filled my teenage years with joy.

Jeans and tee shirts, hockey skates,
Rock and roll and concert dates.
A soul that made my young heart sing-
First love, first kiss, first everything

As we grew up we slipped apart.
For other places we’d depart
To different schools and different lives,
On to lovers, husbands, wives.

But sometimes I would feel regret.
Years passed and I could not forget.
I’d wonder what he’s doing now -
The where and when and why and how

Fate intervened one Fall and then,
We found each other once again.
I met him on the street one day
And forty years just slipped away.

And right away with no surprise 
I saw the boy in the grown man’s eyes.
Our fingers intertwinedThe thrill
Told us that we were in love still.

We strolled around that day and kissed,
And spoke of all that we had missed.
Though the happiest we’d been in years
I knew that it would end in tears.

The old desires stirred up anew,
But we knew what we had to do.
Aware some lines must not be crossed
Because there’d be too great a cost.

We left each other and slept alone
Each with a spouse in a lonely home.
To dream of things that might have been
And hope that we cross paths again.

I cherish my handsome rock and roll boy
Who gave a young girl so much joy.
By loving the girl with the auburn locks
The rolled up skirt and blue knee socks


Poem Details | by Line Gauthier |
Categories: anxiety, children, confidence, desire, freedom, growing up, love hurts,

LET YOUR CHILDREN ON THEIR OWN

Maternal tears
Never managing to let go
Vicarious pleasure, vicarious pain
Wishing their life were easier
Wishing they could avoid the pitfalls
You see so clearly
The traps that seem so obvious
Wishing solutions were as clear to them
As they are to you
They need to live their own life
As you lived yours
Learn their lessons on their own
They want to express their individuality
They’re not mini versions of you
Or your second chance at life
They need to plough their path
Clear their own way
Create their own world
Responsible for their own consequences
As you yourself had to do
Your hand delivering prepackaged solutions
Cannot help since it’s figuring it all out
That’s the process of growing up



Submitted on February 4, 2018, to contest YOUR BEST POEM IN THE LAST YEAR sponsored by SILENT ONE  -  RANKED 1ST

November 17, 2017, Poem of the Day

Originally posted on November 15, 2017


Poem Details | by Poet Destroyer A |
Categories: growing up, life, love, sad, endurance,

Hot and Cold

*Hot & Cold*

“The Professional.”
only in my eyes
supports
the temperature.
Mercury, rising above:

Boiling point of no return,
Injection,
Rejection,
like heartfelt tears
on the surface,
pouring of dryness
from the deep
complete.
Bare
Plot
Both 
Dot
Cold
not good enough.

You stay,
Numbness against the impression
of adoration
wallows off
Venus, the frigged interiors of:

Freezing below zero, 
from my form,
Swallow knots
intent look 
nowhere to be found -
in the zeniths
radiation.
Core
Depth
Beauty
Death
Hot
I grasp it all.

The secret of you
I hunger!
Cannot have,
nowhere to be found-
no, lease.
Stay…
A kiss so endlessly,
I need!
I want!
endurance
reassurance
your vibes
confused, 
not fixed
your placid
hallucination
during
muddy waters.
And still I may be smitten: -)

By;pd


Poem Details | by Anna-Marie Docherty |
Categories: beautiful, beauty, care, caregiving, character, child, children, creation, earth, family, feelings, friendship, growing up, heart, home, love, meaningful, mom, mother, mother daughter, mother son, mum, my child, my children, nature, poetry, pride, relationship, simile, son, strength, symbolism, together, tribute, true love, trust, truth, write, writing,

A mother's treasures

A solitary piece the diamond
precious rare gem most treasured
by those lucky enough to hold
Once in possession it is rarely out of grasp
Like the gemstone the mother 
requires very specific conditions
in holding fast her (family/) childrens love
Treasured forever in her heart
she will go out of her way
to preen and protect them
holding them dear to her
deep within her maternal safe – the heart
closely guarded by the mind
Her infatuation of all treasures to her 
are totally understandable
especially when you think to the complexity
of structure and process taken in creation
Just as from the ‘unbreakable’ in ancient greek
this allotrope of carbon
with strength of bonding between atoms
is representative of that strong love
between mum and child
The maternal being could be compared
to the superlative physical qualities of the stone
Even the characteristic luster
of this gem so prevalent from its ability
to disperse light and colour
compared to the many strengths 
roles and qualities of the mother
seen by the many she deals with daily
A most high pressured job 
versus the high pressured temperature
within the Earths mantle
that forms the delightful rock it gives birth to
Infants delight and ignite the forbearer
just as the jewel would dazzle the room
a mother’s love encaptures the magical luster
of those she’s birthed and nothing
stands inbetween this richest of cargo’s


Poem Details | by John Paluszek |
Categories: adventure, animal, art, beauty, childhood, confusion, courage, dark, death, depression, faith, freedom, friendship, god, goodbye, growing up, hate, heaven, hope, jesus, journey, loss, lost, love, memory, metaphor, natural disasters, nature, philosophy, places, prayer, relationship, religion, religious, romantic, sad, sorrow, spiritual, time, visionary, war, memory, memory,

Moments In Time

The sweetest sounds of burning trees
A gentle stroking in the breeze
The calm has lasted past the storm
Cloudy visions, Satan’s roar
Too many sights have passed my way
A time found only in the haze
The softest screams are running bare
My aching bones creak as I stare

You walk a distance towards me
The fall’s eternal, can’t you see?
I’m a memory in your heart
I whisper to you in the dark

The battle’s started at the end
No one is coming to repent
The sinners grab their wine from prey
No judgment calling here to stay
The sport is reckless to be told
The one is laughing at his souls
It falters nowhere to be sure
The power grows forevermore
Like a spirit in the wind
I have no say in where you’ve been 
But cross the line to come to me
And pay the price for ecstasy

You walk a distance towards me
The fall’s eternal, can’t you see?
I’m a memory in your heart
I whisper to you in the dark


Poem Details | by twanna Irisha |
Categories: childhood, daughter, depression, faith, family, father, growing up, inspirational, life, religion, sad, sympathy, day, child, father, me, old, body, child, day, father, love, me, old,

Fatherless Child

There once was a day I would watch every airplane.
Praying you was on it to come take me away.
As a child I wanted you around until the day, you actually came.
The day you came is the day my life forever changed.
I remember as if it was yesterday when you physically violated me.
Mental visions as early as the age of eight, but old enough to vociferate.
Visualizing mental pictures in my mind while I am awake very aware of the improper abuse I take.
Your body on me feels something like an autopsy of a dead body.
While you lay on top of me as you press aggressively on me.
Against my will your force kept me still.
I am trying to understand if you recognize who I am.
I try to say no hoping you can comprehend; I am weakling as you apprehend.
Mentally and physically I became involuntarily your property
A main character in a horror story, and you were my predatory.
I asked “God why?” as I bare to stare into his eyes.
This is not thee love I seek; all I wanted was my father to love me, but not like this injustice of violation of my rights.
This love is not real; not the love I wished to feel.
As he tries to stick his tongue into my mouth too young to know what this is all about.
I grip my lips painfully tight as he tries to slip his tongue inside.
I close them tighter with all my might, as he whispers, “let me love you right” 
I beg him to leave as he pried my legs open with his knees my insides scream “somebody please help me!”
As he whispers how much he loves me I’m praying for God to just kill me.
I rather be dead then a man’s punching bag.
As I lay there my body was dead, and I laid my soul to rest.
I looked around the room and seen the Old Spice on the desk the same fragrance he wore around his neck.
The sun began to rise as he began to close my thighs.
In that moment in time I had made up my mind any man that ever say they love me was just telling lies.
I learned the hard way that love does not kill your inside; love does not take your pride.
A fatherless child I shall forever reside.
Every day that passes that little eight-year-old girl dies slowly inside.
Asking Jesus,” Why permit this?” and he slowly whispers…as I gently whimpers, “faith is the light that guide you through the darkness, my words reflecting as a lamp unto my feet.”
“Walk unto my path I’m here to carry the weak, come into me you are weary and overburdenedI will carry the pain you have obtained.”
“I am your father and you are my child you are never fatherless because I’m always around.”


Poem Details | by Jay Loveless |
Categories: art, autumn, beautiful, beauty, best friend, boyfriend, butterfly, care, caregiving, celebration, change, dedication, desire, devotion, dream, faith, family, feelings, for him, freedom, friend, friendship, girl, girlfriend, giving, growing up, happiness, happy, heart, heaven, hope, how i feel, husband, i love you, innocence, inspiration, joy, kiss, life, light, longing, love, magic, marriage, me, memory, men, miracle,

A Beautiful Reverie

Here I lie beside you
My heart goes thump.thump.thump.
My soul dances inside you
Reveling in the texture of your own.
Electric and flowing 
The currents of our love
Glow like neon lights
Illuminating the hope in my eyes.
Though we're not moving
I feel so incredibly alive
Invincible to my past
Untouchable by all who lack
That gentle touch of when 
You lean in and brush my face
Your lips grazing my skin
Softer than a butterfly.
And then you gaze into my eyes
I fall into your depths 
Twirling like the autumn leaves
Melting into your smile 
Your soul reminiscent of summer.
You pull me into your arms 
And for a moment I'm lost 
Breathless and in awe
Staring in the face of pure exquisite love 
And there you are - holding it 
Glowing in the moonlight of my stare.
My heart beats - its drum pounding away
Echoing a song thats lost its words
I touch your cheek and smile
My hands cant stay away
My lips s l o w l y, draw near yours
Hovering, and then - 
Part, a soft warmth against them.
My eye lids pulling shut
Dragging me into a silent heaven
I pull away - and what seemed millennia
Lasted only a moment, a second in time
But this is our love
This is what you do to me
You make me invincible and fragile
Lost forever in a beautiful reverie.


Poem Details | by Trevor Bain |
Categories: confusion, dark, depression, fear, growing up, hate, lost, lost love, love, pain, sorrow, happy, me, happy, me,

Is It Worth It

Love can seem so happy and so wonderful
But it can hurt and take away from life too
You make me so happy and make me feel so special
But then you turn around and make me feel like ****
love can turn you into a whole new person
But you could change into to something great or something no one wants
Love seems so wonderful at first 
But spending my days not knowing if you want me or even care for me is agonizing 
Sometimes i feel like your lying to me but if i say that then you'll get mad again
Your such a loose cannon, ready to burst with rage and tears
Love is so temperamental 
so can you tell me......
Is It Worth It?


Poem Details | by Phil Capitano |
Categories: boyfriend, courage, growing up, innocence, love,

To Ciara: Rules For Loving

TO CIARA: RULES FOR LOVING

			Little dark haired one, don’t fall
			for the first boy to give you attention
			or pay you a complimentDon’t fall
			for the first boy who says he is
			‘the leader of a hundred men’; 
			there are many false messiahs.

			Ciara, don’t fall for the first boy
			who sings you love songs or writes 
			poems for you, you will know						
			the truth by the undertones; follow
			your instincts, they are there to guide.
			Don’t fall for silver-tipped words.

			Irish jewel, jade of the Isles, don’t fall
			for the first boy to make promises,
			actions speak louder than words.					
			Your autonomy is a gift but when
			disenchanted it becomes a wall, 
			a curseDon’t fallDon’t fall.

			Don’t fall, innocent girl, for the first
			boy to bring you shiny things, a far
			greater beauty shines in you,						
			a power unawareValue kindness
			over the things people call precious.
			Keep your enthusiasm in high regard.

			O, Ciara, whose name is whispered
			across mountain valleys, don’t fall
			for the first boy who brings you flowers
			on the first dateDon’t fall for the first
			boy to show you his rose tattoo;					
			please don’t fall for him… 

			Oh, sweet woman of a thousand names
			respect yourself enough to trust
			yourself enough to let go of the rope
			and fall for the one who writes the melody
			for the song in your heart… fall for the one
			who knows the geography of your soul
			because they are his maps, too… fall for 
			the one who speaks the language of trees…
			fall for the first boy who brings flowers everyday
			and grows gardens in your eyes.
			But, Ciara, at least once in your life
			fall… for a heart that has not loved
			fully is a rose that never blooms.

       NOTE: the real Ciara who inspired this poem has gone on to become Miss Canada 2017.


Poem Details | by Jay Loveless |
Categories: adventure, art, beautiful, boyfriend, courage, cowboy-western, dance, daughter, devotion, dream, freedom, friendship, girl, girlfriend, growing up, happiness, happy, heaven, home, hope, imagination, inspirational, journey, life, love, marriage, memory, metaphor, moon, music, mystery, nature, passion, relationship, romance, romantic, success, uplifting, visionary, water, wife, woman, lust, me,

Groundswell Girl - Named by JB

Enter a storybook tale
Where I can be 
The heroine you hail
Lucid dreams of soft reflection
A touch heated with lust and desired protection
A breathe a gasp as we succeed 
Join the fairytale with me
Valiant night within dark eyes
the right movement and I make them shine
like moonlight on the steamy hot spring
care to follow for a little dip with me
Trailing like the water at my fingertips
Grasp me around my hips
As close as the breeze on my skin 
Whisper lies as I let you in 
Lips mumbling up my thighs
bare heart exposed to the sky 
fire burning in my veins
Am I a mistress of this lust or simply a slave
Trembling with desire
Take me till we've lost count of the hours
enter this storybook tale
Where I can be the heroine you hail


Poem Details | by Jerry T Curtis |
Categories: baby, farm, growing up, hope, journey, life, lost love,

Season After Season

I still remember, when we first met 
The day your parents bought this farm
So small, you hardly could walk at all 
as your Father held both your arms

But for some reason, I could not fathom
You made your way straight to me
And I alone in all this land
became your favorite maple tree

When your were six, you picked up sticks
That fell from limbs of mine
And like a sword to thrash the hoards 
you raised them to the sky

At nine years old, you made a swing
with a length of rope and tire
and swung from my biggest bow
as I bid you each time "Higher"


When you turned twelve, your Father built
your dream house, on my limbs
and for the first time, I did envy
the daughter given him

At eighteen years, another came
with ring in hand to wed
and take you far away from me
A day I new I'd dread

Now years went by and seasons past
Then one day what'd I see
You all grown up and walking
with Your baby, straight to ME !


Poem Details | by Andre Sanders |
Categories: art, depression, devotion, faith, family, father, friendship, growing up, happiness, hope, inspirational, life, love, peace, urban,

Battle of the words

Bravery is the father of fears
Dreams are distant cousins of nightmares
Hope is the sister of prayers
Every night shame lays down and gets screwed by despair
Pollution abuses Mrsatmosphere
It's a battle between personality and reality 
But obviously nobody cares
Maybe it's because big tough is the uncle of little scared
Planning is deeply in love with prepared
Procrastination is the biggest enemy of determination
Ignorance is jealous of realization
Sometimes strength can get sneak attacked by temptation
Silence can never defeat a great proclamation
When the brain disagrees with the heart
The body dies of complications


Love your self...



Poem Details | by Laura Breidenthal |
Categories: beauty, blessing, growing up, growth, life, love, peace,

December

Delving in the dreamy depths, I look up
Endearing all who behold my expressive eyes.
Crawling into the dark to see contrast of light,
Embers glow immaculately in my stupor.
Married to the tenderness and comfort of family,
Brave I am to stand in the wilderness of the unknown.
Even in content I confess,
Remembering the cold is what helps me cherish the warmth within.

December 13th, 1993
written: August 10, 2015
For the contest, "Birth Month Acrostics"
Sponsored by: Charlotte Jade Puddifoot


Poem Details | by jack cooper |
Categories: anger, childhood, crush, family, fear, growing up, love,

A MAN WITH INTEGRITY

Why must my son constantly test his mom and me
Can't he see all the trust he loses
In our ability to foresee what his future could be
When he has no problem looking us in the eyes
To tell his despicable lies
When it just makes us want to cry 
Looking for answers why

When it gets away from our ability to see
The man that his mom and I have raised him up to be
A man with integrity who is able to keep his promise
To never lie to always reach for the sky
We taught him that anything in life worth having
Requires him to be straight with others
So he doesn't always have to run for cover

In spite of your lies that jeopardize
So many things you do not realize
Because when you learn to disguise the truth
That compromise your future
On which you have to rely
To be able to get by

We are here to advise not criticize
Life is not about the lies
To that, your mom and I can testify
We would like to summarize
You will never see life's highest high's
It will only advertise 
You're a man who is about the lies

Where few can sympathize
It will only capsize all your hopes and dreams
That fills your life with the sunlight
That holds you upright in Gods light
Putting your life in flight
Allowing you to become a man with integrity

That everyone can see 
Who we brought you up to be
So please don't ever lie to anybody
If you want your life to be happy and free
Because people will show you respect
From what reflects from your eyes, 
Not your dirty little lies 



Poem Details | by Mark Ackerson |
Categories: growing up, love,

Love Comes

Infants bond from basic needs to mother’s scent,
understanding nothing of the love that’s spent.
Toddlers cry whenever they don’t get their ways,
children pout against the pane on rainy days.

Teens within a circle that fulfills their needs,
grow to see the roses hid behind the weeds.
Those who give because they love is always learnt,
gifts of time, a simple rhyme or candles burnt.


Poem Details | by Katrina Salem |
Categories: adventure, art, confusion, daughter, dedication, devotion, fantasy, funny, growing up, happiness, hope, imagination, inspirational, life, love, mystery, nature, on work and working, on writing and words, passion, peace, romance, social, sympathy, teen, thank you, time, travel, tribute, uplifting, visionary, words,

Enigma's Calling

Extraordinary, I am 
Craving for unusual thoughts
Endless exploration without boundary
Understanding  the gift I shouldn't fought
 
Invisible drawings in my mind
Playing with the words in my head
My passion
The food of my soul
 
I feel so lucky
The random thoughts
A lifetime companion
A self esteem builder
A goal planner
Be my forever life saver
 
I write more
I talk less
I want to please
I chose to bore
 
What tickles me the most
Is to know what I'm for
Thinking is my love
When  my mind goes empty
That's when I hate
 
My day dreaming lust
Organizing things in my mind
Playing roles of simulation
Where images of art is my vision
And words of attitude is my heart


Poem Details | by John Hamilton |
Categories: encouraging, friend, growing up, heartbreak, introspection, lost love, mentor,

That's when, you're going to need a friend

(That's when) you're going to need a friend


When your love's got up
and left you
And...
you feel like
you want to die.

And...
you've given up
on just believing...
you don't even 
want to try.

Isn't that right,
now, man?

You feel so
worthless,
like you can't go on

No matter 
what you do,
everything
feels wrong

You don't know
where to go,
or
what is real

you only 
know she's gone
and 
the way you feel

Bridge
(you know) I know the feeling
I've felt that way too
I feel your pain
I really do
Just call my name
that's all you've got to do,'cause

Chorus
When times are tough...
that's,
when you're
going to need a friend
Oh yeah, 
when times are, 
when times are tough...
that's,
when you're
going to need a friend.


I'll try my very best
to help you to see
your value as a man

when you love yourself
it set's you free
that's when you understand
Can't you see?

There's just so much more
that you need to know

Like, 
show your feelings to her
'cause
that's how her love grows

Tell her you love her
each and every day

I'm telling you what 
you've got to do
If you want her to stay

Go to bridge
Go to chorus
repeat twice
fade


John Derek Hamilton
October 28,2016







Poem Details | by Jim Pemberton |
Categories: childhood, confusion, daughter, depression, devotion, faith, family, father, forgiveness, friendship, girlfriend-boyfriend, growing up, hope, husband, life, love, mother, people, sad, social, uplifting, wife, words, god, family, change, family, god, life, love,

How Can We Hurt The Ones We Love

How Can We Hurt The Ones We Love?

How can we hurt the very ones that we love?
How can we easily neglect our God above?

It seems like I often heard about many victims
Many times, it’s from a loved one who’s been with them!

The hate and the anger that boils from deep within.
Often “boils over” toward our family and friends.

It’s the love of Christ that we need to find!
His love can totally cleanse our life and mind!

The hearts of many families are bruised and broken.
By the harshness of many of the words spoken.

If we would allow Jesus to rule and reign.
We’d have little reason to murmur or complain.

If we would yield our lives to the master’s will…
The emptiness and brokenness, he shall fulfill!

If we could allow ourselves to sit at Jesus’ feet…
He can make any family totally complete!

If we could just listen to what Christ has to say.
His words of life would brighten our day!

As a family…  Won’t you give HIM a chance?
And allow his love to change your circumstance!

Won’t you allow his spirit to bind you together?
You can experience his peace today and forever!

He can change your family throughout!
This is his will and what God is all about!

By Jim Pemberton


Poem Details | by Dan Cassidy |
Categories: angel, dance, dream, fantasy, growing up, relationship, me, sweet, angel, angel, love, me, sweet,

Wet Dreams

Wet Dreams

WITH HER DOWN CAST EYES, MY SWEET ANGEL LISTENS TO MY PRAYERS
SHE LOOKS PREDISPOSED TO TRANQUILIZE ALL MY CARES
AS I FALL TO SLEEP OVER MY MIND SWEET FASCINATION REIGNS
TO MAKE ME THINK SWEET PARADISE I HAD GAINED
SHE ENTERS MY DREAMS LIKE A THIEF IN THE NIGHT
I BASK IN HER LOVE WITH EXQUISTE DELIGHT
HER EYES ARE THE STARS, LIKE SPARKLING DIAMONDS IN THE NIGHT
HER SOFT KISSES ARE TENDER, AND DRAIN ME OF ALL MY MIGHT
SHE HAS STOLEN MY SOUL, HER LOVE BURNS LIKE FIRE
INFLAMED IS MY HEART, MY PASSION FILLED DESIRE
I EMBRACE HER BEAUTEOUS SPIRIT; A THOUSAND TIMES I AM BLESSED
HER FAIR STATUESQUE BODY I CARINGLY CARESS
MY ANGEL A TOP OF ME -   I CANNOT DENY HER
AS SHE TAKES ME TO HEAVEN-   WE SOAR FOREVER HIGHER
WE FEEL THE THUNDER-  AS OUR BODIES PEAK
A FEELING SO WANTED, -  A NEEDED RELEASE
AN EXPLOSION OF EMOTION,
AND THEN SATISFYING PEACE.

I AWAKE THE NEXT MORN - MY SHEETS SOAKING WET
I REMEMBER MY DREAM,-    HOW COULD I EVER FORGET
I PANICK WHEN I SEE -     SOME UNMENTIONABLE STAINS
A PRACTICE I KNOW MY PARENTS WOULD PREFER I REFRAIN.
FOR ASSUREDLY I TELL YOU, REMEMBERING THIS YOUNG BOYS BLISS
THAT HUNGRYLY I WAIT FOR MY NEXT ANGEL’S KISS.


Poem Details | by Carrissa Whateley |
Categories: break up, confidence, courage, funny love, grief, growing up, happiness,

The love shock Test

why seek true love 
when even the truest love is fleeting
the thing you should desire is 
for lasting love to transpire 
take my hand and hold your breath
this is a love test
do you have a single doubt
about how it will turn out
are you afraid they will leave
and how you could possibly grieve
worry no more the stress will disappear
and just send this to your sweet dear
because it's over they never really let you near
it is fact they are being clear they don't want you here
take your love and disappear don't live in fear


Poem Details | by Matthew Horstkotter |
Categories: growing up, lost love, pain, sad,

Refused To See

There are still nights
Up alone, I think of you
How right you were
But still how very wrong 
How can that be?
I battle amongst myself
Temptation to call
Just want to hear your voice
See your face
Though I know it’s wrong
I want to touch your lips
With mine
Remember the kiss I left?
How sweet and gentle
The lips of an angel 
You gave it what you could
I asked for more
You had nothing left 
Though you looked 
So I left 
Feeling you were used
What you gave me
Was what I was after
I refused to change
Refused to see



Poem Details | by mandy cabral |
Categories: devotion, faith, friendship, girlfriend-boyfriend, growing up, happiness, hope, life, love, romance, me, day, me,

everyday in your heart

No matter how bad my day has been
I always look forward to seeing you again
you make me happy when i'm sad
you can make me forgive when i'm really mad
It's because of this I will never give up
I will never lose hope
When you feel as though your world has fallen apart
Just think of me and i will be in your heart
If things always seem to go wrong and you start to lose hope,
Just take out this poem and read it again
And no matter how bad your day has been
You will find that you still have my love deep within


Poem Details | by John Hamilton |
Categories: feelings, growing up, love, soulmate, true love,

Love has a face

Love has a face

When I was young, I wondered what love was.
It sounded nice, like a happy word
An appealing concept, but I had my doubts

Was it real, was it needed, or was it something
you could live without?
Would it be out of reach, could it ever be found?

One night, while gazing at the full moon,not knowing 
what love was...
I didn't know what to say...to think, or even...
if I believed in love.

Then I sensed, deep within, 
a feeling beginning to grow,  an awareness...
that love had a place.

The day I met you..that's when I knew..

that love has a face!


John Derek Hamilton
December 20,2016







Poem Details | by Lynn Dolly |
Categories: daughter, father, growing up, loss, lost love, people, recovery from..., sad, me, star, me, star,

Wish I Was Your Addiction

Wish I was your addiction,
Upon a star non fiction,
never ending hole so deep,
Life would seem more complete

If you'd wake up, 
crack open my bedroom door,
To think you'd been dreaming about me,
God gave you everything you need and more,
What Id give to feel those arms hug me,
genuinely, honestly, no love withholding

If I was your vice,
I would be the answer to your stress,
Of all else you try,
I'd always bring out the best,
You'd spend time with me ,
defend me to the end,
You'd be incredibly loyal,
I'd consider you my best friend

No recovery program could treat,
the connection we'd share no one could defeat,
You'd need to see my all the time,
reminders of me everywhere, your life would be a shrine,

Wish I was your addiction,
Upon a star non fiction
never ending hole so deep,
Life would seem more complete