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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 Gregory R Barden |
Categories: children, love, music, my children, nature, rain, weather,

Rain Song

Listen for me in the rain -
The rhythm never changes
The music stays the same
Listen for me in the rain -
It's as constant as the sunrise
The panacea for your pain

          If I'm gone and you're weary
          If your tears are cried in vain
          If you need to know I love you..

                    Throw wide your windows to the storm
                    And listen for me singing in the rain.

Listen for me in the rain -
A soft and certain cadence
A temperate refrain
Listen for me in the rain -
The fluid flow of harmony
The pattern unrestrained

          If I've left and you're hurting
          If your heart is sore again
          If you need to know I'm near you..

                    Just turn your face up to the sky
                    And listen for my voice within the rain.

Listen for me in the rain -
The movement of the water, sweet
As droplets fall arranged
Listen for me in the rain -
The gentle running metre
Its patter on the panes

          If you and I are parted
          If your sorrows still remain
          If you need to know I love you..

                    Just turn off all the sounds of life
                    And listen for my song inside the rain

Listen for me in the rain -
Nature's soothing melody
The atmospheric strain
Listen for me in the rain -
A wash of heaven's teardrops
As swollen clouds complain

          If I'm no longer with you
          If you need me to explain
          If I need to reassure you..

                    Just remember all the life it brings
                    Feeding rivers, lakes and springs
                    Remember you're my everything..

And listen for me singing in the rain
          The rain and I will always sing..

                    Your name.

~ 3rd Place ~  in the "Sunshine And Showers" Poetry Contest, Robert Haigh, Judge & Sponsor.

~ 8th Place ~  in the "Uplifting Poetry Contest", Laura Loo, Judge & Sponsor.

~ 4th Place ~  in the "Best Rhyming Poem May thru July Poetry Contest", John Hamilton, Judge & Sponsor.

* Written for my children - I love you more than a thousand poems can are my reason and my worth*

Poem Details | by Sidney Beck |
Categories: inspirationalchildren, father, children, father, love, may, me, my children,



I want to mold no one, for what I believe   is suitable for me alone; 
Each must find a belief-path which suits perfectly, but suits no one apart.
Let me offer my beliefs only to show how a  path may be found  -
And advise you to believe nothing unless it is deep in your heart.

If my job as father  was correctly done, on their path  through life
My children will treat others as they themselves wish to be,
And will  look upon each person as a potential brother in need of help,
And seeing another’s misfortune, they will say -  it could easily be me.

They will look after each other and others who may be in need,
And seek no thanks or praise, but do the job secretly with no bother.
Love is shown only by actions, and in the  doing is the praying.
Their actions will be motivated by what is necessary for these others.

This is a difficult path to take and it is the right path:
But path or no path, I love my children - they are mineAnd I believe this:
If I love my children as dearly as a father  can, then
How much more does God our father  love us We are his

Poem Details | by Christina Fell |
Categories: devotion, children, love,

My Children

My children are my life
My reason to survive
They are each so distinct
And very special to me;
Kyle who is the youngest
I will forever cherish
His laughter and his smile,
Is contagious after a while;
Kassandra, my little girly
She is just too pretty
And with the brains to go with
Her beauty can’t be missed;
Michael, the oldest of mine
Came along just in time
He possesses intelligence, 
That is rare at first glance
But once he starts to tell all
He will baffle your mind with awe;
Little David, who at the age of eight
Was placed upon my life’s’ plate
A mix of emotions is he
A sense of humor which is unique
A heart that is full of feeling
But there is a wall he keeps building;
Little Christina was only nine
When we met the first time
So angelic and sweet she was,  
Definitely not hard to love
Today she is basically the same
Except when hormones come to play;
And Drake, although not mine
I will love for all time
To me he is the same
As the ones that I have named;
These are my children, 
Each special to me
They are my life
And my responsibility
I’ve given an oath
And will do my best
To make sure they will be raised
To be better than the rest

Poem Details | by Jim Pemberton |
Categories: character, children, christian, community, dad, daughter, dedication, desire, devotion, emotions, faith, family, father, father daughter, feelings, forgiveness, friend, friendship, god, happiness, how i feel, i love you, inspiration, inspirational, jesus, life, love, marriage, memory, mom, my children, parents, religion, religious, sister, social, society, son, success, teen, today, together, trust, uplifting, urban, wife,

The Family That God Gave to Me

The Family That God Gave to Me I think about the family, that God gave to me... And think about where they'll spend eternity! I think about the good times, that we've had. And the trials we've faced... Both good and bad! God helped us to overcome adversity together! And proved his faithfulness... Today and forever! He showed us the Godly path, that we should follow... And promised to be with us! Today and tomorrow! He's proven how much he loves us! And how much that he cares for us! Thank you my lord, for all you do! Where would we be? If not for you? You've proven yourself over and over again! Thank you so much, for being our friend! By Jim Pemberton

Poem Details | by Rev. Dr. Samuel Mack OMS DD |
Categories: care, caregiving, community, confusion, courage, forgiveness, freedom, friend, friendship, fruit, giving, growing up, growth, happiness, happy, health, heart, heaven, home, how i feel, innocence, inspiration, inspirational, international, life, light, longing, love, my children, passion, peace, people, poems, poetry, poets, recovery from, relationship, religion, religious, self, spiritual, spoken word, strength, wisdom, words, writing,

I Do Believe

"I Do Believe" 

The purpose of LIFE is to {Living In Faith Ever} 
to enrich God within us 
to an optimum level 
so that We as Humans 
can be guided by God 
to fuel out brothers and sisters 
with the same driving force 
to connect with the living God, 
to His existence and 
to See the Invisible, 
Believe the Incredible, and 
to Receive the Impossible 
to our everlasting journey 
to Heaven.

RevSamuel Mack
Copyright 2013

Poem Details | by Robert Candler |
Categories: angst, boyfriend, child, children, cute love, dad, daughter, family, father daughter, first love, funny love, girlfriend, growing up, humor, humorous, innocence, irony, love, marriage, my children, parents, relationship, romantic, sick, silly, smile, social, society, sweet, wedding,

The Right Thing to Do

Written 7 March 2014

Bruce and Jennie, both were 10,
Had been playmates all their lives.
One day, Bruce proclaimed,
“Jennie… most good men have wives.”

He professed his love for her.
Jennie said she loved him too.
They decided that getting married
Was ‘the right thing’  to do.

So, Bruce went to speak to her father,
Who was doing yard work at the time.
“May I speak to you, MrJohnson?”
“Sure, BruceWhat’s on your mind?”

“Sir, I love your Jennie;
And Jennie, she loves me;
But we need your permission
To be married… to be “We.”

Impressed by Bruce’s courage,
He knew this confrontation must be tough.
He smiled and asked, “Bruce, are you sure
You love my daughter enough?”

Bruce’s face became stern, he said,
“MrJohnson, let me tell you…
I love Jennie so much…and she loves me.
We’re both sure it’s the right thing to do.”

He was moved by Bruce’s ardor,
But permission was not his to give.
So, quick as flash, he responded,
“But Bruce…where will you live?” 

“Sir, I measured her room;
Then I measured mine.
Hers is 40 percent bigger.
We’ll live there We’ll be fine.

If we have extra stuff,
We’ll keep that in my room.
We’ll keep our places neat and tidy.
You won’t even need a broom.

And both our parents can save money 
On babysitters too.
Even if you do things on the same night,
You’ll only need one sitter, not two.”

MrJohnson was impressed with his logic,
But this marriage idea was no longer funny.
He smiled and said, “That’s good thinking, Bruce;
But what are you gonna do for money?

“Why, MrJohnson, I get twelve-fifty a week allowance;
And let me remind you, Jennie also gets ten.
Throw in our birthdays and Christmas cash….
Why, we might even have money to lend.”

Desperate now, he thought, 
“Next, I guess they’ll want a car.”
Then he asked, “But Bruce, what if you have kids?”
"Aawww," blushed Bruce..“We’ve been lucky so far.”

Poem Details | by Christina Holmes |
Categories: angel, baby, beautiful, beauty, birth, birthday, black african american, children, christian, daughter, dedication, faith, for her, hope, innocence, joy, little sister, love, miracle, mom, mother, mother daughter, my child, my children, poetry, religious, sweet,


Priceless pearl
my hidden diamond
love's sweet jewel

Heaven sent
Angelic countenance
Beauty so pure

Lovely daughter
your character delights
my devotion forever

Heartbeat on screen
My unbelief ceased
the moment
first squeezed my finger

Poem Details | by Robert Candler |
Categories: absence, angst, animal, bereavement, best friend, care, cat, dog, farewell, feelings, friendship, grief, happiness, heartbroken, home, hope, journey, joy, loss, love, love hurts, miss you, my children, pets, remember, sad love, sweet, thanks, together, tribute,

Circle of Life - A Pet Story

It seems like just the other day
Our pup, Shadrack, did pass away;
And altho’ they never seemed like friends,
My old cat, Jorg, knew Shad had met
   his untimely end.

He mourned his loss every day
And looked for Shadrack everywhere.
He’d mew and moan as if to say,
“We were friends I do care.”

Then one night, an eerie howl
Awoke me from my sleep.
He’d found Shad’s toys and left no doubt
That his feelings did run deep.

So our tedious search began
To find another likely pup;
But while my poor wife still grieved,
Could another measure up?

We went to Second Chance and Free to Live.
She just could not make up her mind.
She loved them all; but, if she picked just one,
The rest would have to stay behind.

Then, quite by chance, there was a “pound pup”
Who’d been picked up from the streets.
He was a mutt, a “schnauza-pug”;
But he was awfully sweet.

He jumped up and kissed her frantically.
He seemed aware of his “iffy” situation.
He made the best of his opportunity.
Tears of joy told her elation.

“This is the one”, she smiled through tears,
As she held him..oh, so tight.
“I’m sure that Jorg will like him too.
Everything will be alright”.

And so it was, until one day
When old Jorg did pass away…

There was no hesitation on this sad occasion;
Come Saturday morning, we went straight 
   to the pound,
Open minded and hoping to be “saviors”,
Surely a nice cat was to be found.

“Sadly”, the lady said,” three kitties have only today.
There’s Andre and Panda and another one too”.
My wife smiled and said, “Jorg was your boy You pick.
They’re both beautiful cats It’s up to you”.

As I pondered this commitment
Another cat, a young one, caught my eye.
Like Jorg, he was a common gray tabby.
Fond memories were stirred I almost cried.

On closer look, his name was Boris;
And, strangely, he was number three.
There was a small sign on his crate,
“I don’t like other cats and other cats don’t like me”.

But there was character in his eyes and he was cute.
He was rolling and purring and stretching.
He seemed to look deep into my heart
And did his best to be quite fetching.

But because he was just a common gray tabby,
And because of the little sign,
His chances were slim, his future quite dim
And one day is precious little time.

For a moment I was lost in his eyes
And I heard his desperate plea, 
“I’m a swell cat and litter box trained.
Take me Please, take me”.

“Well”, my wife urged, “is it Andre or Panda”?
“One of us will take the other kitty.”, two older ladies chimed.
“You can each have one ladies”, I said with a smile.
I want Boris and he wants to be mine”.

In just hours he was romping and rolling with Pepper,
Who had happily welcomed his new friend.
Boris was a perfect fit, an affirmation;
The Circle of Life never ends.

Much more Joy than Sadness in this Circle,
And there should never be regrets.
Honor their memories and all the love they share,
Never break the Circle, never be without a Pet.

Poem Details | by Shanity Rain |
Categories: angel, anniversary, art, august, autumn, baby, birth, birthday, career, celebration, celebrity, child, creation, dream, film, i love you, imagination, inspiration, inspirational, magic, moon, mother, my child, my children, nostalgia, people, poetry, success, sun,

My Son Moon and Star

            My Son Moon and Star ~

        Approaching the celebration of his Birth 
                cherishing the gift I received 
           within weeks of conception I knew
            something amazing was in Creation ~

            the Stars held a party
            sending me with one of their own  
    Gazing at 3 shooting stars twinkling crossing the sky   
       It was magic  It was destiny taking its flight 

           In love with an October full moon 
               drawing and painting I liked 
             thinking of Vincent Van Gogh ~
                caught in a loss of time 

          Hours going by as choosing my color  
           a wittness to three falling stars 
             A clear night sky sparkle's
           A once Famous Star was sent 
            inspiring the tiny child inside ~ 

           Never a doubt in my mind at all     
       child bearing was worth any pain received
      yours will be in a pursuit of a dream ~
             one to cherish and hold
          My Son was born the following August ~

    working on the set of Grimm 3rd season this year  
         as the set of Leverage for 3 years

              Has done a Indie movie here  
             In Paris it was seen and honored
             coming soon filmed in Portland ~
                 "The House of Last Things "

        awaiting the credits , you will see
    1st Assistant Director ~ production assistant 
                 My Young Lion Mans dream ~
        A proud mom I watch every show and the credits 

        as foretold in a whisper to me 25 years ago
              My Son &  Moon and Star  
               A name you will all know ~

            Happy Birthday to my creative Son
             you will exist in my heart forever~
                        and thereafter               

Poem Details | by jaremy mount Jr |
Categories: abuse, beautiful, beauty, best friend, birth, birthday, candy, care, caregiving, celebration, change, character, child, childhood, children, conflict, confusion, courage, cry, forgiveness, hero, i love you, journey, life, love, mom, mother, mothers day, my child, my children, parents, son, sorry, thank you, thanks,

I'm Sorry

 im sorry ive caused you pain.
i thank you for sticking by me through everything.
and not giving up on mei dnt no what
i would do if you had given up on me.
Im sorry ive lied to your face and you knew it,
but you still loved me the same as before.
so i thank you.
i dont know if i would be here with you if you had given up on me.
im sorry ive broken your trust over and over,
and you still wanna trust me.
i thank you again.
i dont know wat i would have done if you didnt trust me.
im sorry ive done things behind your back,
even though i promised you i would never do them.
im sure you knw but you never said anything.
i wish you would haveit would have saved us all alot of pain
i thank you for never giving up on me.
i dont no how to tell you how much i love you.
mom i love you sooooooo much you wont ever no how much i love u and thank you for everything

Poem Details | by Katherine Stella |
Categories: adventure, dedication, devotion, education, faith, happiness, history, imagination, inspirational, life, love, passion, philosophy, places, thank you, uplifting, visionary

Gather Around My Children Pentecost {Etheree}

when the
day of the
pentecost has
fully come they the
apostles discples
were all with one accord in
one place to hear ingathering
of Peter's Sermon on how christian
pentecost marks beginning church of christ

Entry For Brian Strand's Pentecost Acts 2.1-4

Tribute To Christ Our Lord

Poem Details | by Tiaua Mafa Ioane |
Categories: father, children, love, me, my children, time,

To My Children

To My Children

Love is just energy forever changing form, but indestructible.
The force determines the beloved from the lovers, mistakenly interchangeable.
Whereas the latter are the bones of thy ribs, you the beloved are the
        blood of my soul, the fruit of my loins.
Be mindful my children of the difference,
    lest you stray into a field that even angels avoid.

With the constancy of a love that feels neither highs nor lows,
Be assured my beloved that such feeling with no limits and no end, forever flows,
The rustle of breath from a gentle breeze will caress your face,
A reminder that the sensation may ebb but the warmth of my love is etched in its place.

My lovers I have loved so deep and true, often when desires are expended love also is consumed 
Feelings of love in extremes doped most men; 
   with no exception, the highs thereof drove me till the end
They say it was natural so love was never the issue but passion run rampant,
Like an eruption of hot lava, it fires, sizzles and falters then hardens when dampened.
Do not sit in judgment of the stirrings of my heart and the errors of my ways.
Indiscretion is mine and the right to stray yet earned I will, eventually pay.
Forgiveness I seek from she whom I vowed to keep,
But ‘Till death do us part’ a pledge I gave then, is an eternity outside my reach.

In the dying embers of that which is left in me, I strain to remember the sound of yesteryears.
From the mischievous toes, paces of woes, lows and swells till your wedding bells.
Of this life, have no fear my child, for to stand tall you know well, 
      to stand alone, only time will tell
You were raised hard; the rod was not spared for to survive you were prepared.
The hurt in your young eyes then, was noted with pain and sadly put aside.
But the tears I cried you never saw, only hoping that someday you will realise; 
I struggled to ensure you never meet hunger and ignorance, two very dear friends of mine.

I have loved you well the only way I know how; I have loved you good.
When my time is done only one-thing matters so do not let me be misunderstood.
Did I love deeply and was I loved truly in return?
I say yes to both and in doing so, I say yes to God.
I bless you my children and to yours, fare thee well.
T M Ioane

Poem Details | by peter walsh |
Categories: daughter, dedication, father daughter, innocence, love, my children,

Fly Baby Fly

Crawl Baby, Crawl Baby
Scribble on that Wall, Baby
Society's Chains aren't meant for you
Stand Straight and stand up Tall
I'll Stop your Fall
Run Baby, Run Baby
Your Heart is like the Sun Baby
It Warms the Earth around you
And it Answers to no-one
Your Time's Begun
Fly Free One Fly
Your Trail will Rip the Sky
Your Name will Shine in Lights someday
Up where the Eagles Fly
And Daddy'll Cry
Dance Baby Dance Baby
Seize your every Chance Baby
Don't let 'em say "it can't be done"
Go leave 'em in a Trance
Dance Baby Dance
Soar Baby Soar Baby
To a far off Distant Shore, Baby
Have 'em Follow you, to Heavens Gate
And leave 'em wantin' more
Soar Baby Soar
Love Baby Love Baby
A Gift from God above Baby
The Greatest Gift Mankind can Claim
Surrounds you like a Glove
Love Baby Love
             Chorus  to fade

Song for Aoibha, my baby girl...age 5

Poem Details | by Lei Strauss |
Categories: joy, mentor, my children, , sweet love,

I Am A Teacher

A teacher’s life has never been easy.
8 hours a day is as cruel as an agony.
To teach is not just enough!
We touch hearts with sweet hands of huff.

Imparting the best lessons in life,
Try not to put them in the strife.
We always want the better for them.
Transform lives and make it a sharp hem.

Teaching is not just a profession.
It’s a soulful work of sweet love and devotion
Others may not see its worth.
But we make no worst on this earth.

I am proud to be a teacher!
An agent of change and a leader.
Joy and dedication are fiery alive.
Face challenges for the rest of our lives

Poem Details | by Suzette Richards |
Categories: childhood, children, christmas, daughter, family, children, grandchild, happiness, love, my children, nostalgia, religion, son,

The Christmas Stockings

Children far too young to realize 
That some things in life you should prize
We had no jobs and no takings
Bare was the Christmas stockings

Scrounging colourful material 
Lace, chintz and chiffon ethereal 
Ribbons included in the making
A show for the Christmas stockings

Balls of red and green and scrap yarn
Imaginary faces darn’
On beautiful princess and kings
Displayed in the Christmas stockings

Plywood and some leftover paint
Canopy bed fit for a saint
Pea under mattress, her liking
Endured for the Christmas stockings

A penguin made of black felt
A hobgoblin with a scarlet belt
‘Gold’  jewellery box,  flaking
Accepted for the Christmas stockings

Coconut ice cut into stars
Liquorice plaited into bars
Brownies and tarts kept me baking
Produced for the Christmas stockings

My daughter was five that year
Son’s smiles, laughter brought a tear
After all this time – despite mocking
Treasuring the Christmas stockings

Grandchildren, by the Grace of God
Who, I pray, shall all be well shod
Now, material gathered for the making
Of the future Christmas stockings


We celebrate the summer solstice over here and the only thing we have in common with our northern hemisphere counterparts is the traditional Christmas stockingsWishing everyone a Merry Christmas

Poem Details | by KAUSHAL SABOO |
Categories: dedication, family, home, love, missing, my children,

A Letter From Mom And Dad

My child, 
When i get old, I hope you understand and have patience with me.
I hope, I can get a mug of love from your sea.
In case, I broke a plate or spill soup as I'm loosing my eyesight.
I hope you don't yell at me and instead say 'Its allright'
When my hearing get worse and i can't hear what you say.
I hope you don't call me deaf, please repeat and don't just go your way..

I'M SORRY, My child, I m getting older.
And this thing cannot get solder.
When my knees get weaker, I hope you have patience to help me to get.
Like i used to when you were child with love and not by hate.
And if you have spare time, i hope we can talk to, 
I know you are busy, but please have time for my jokes to mock to.

When you were little, I did this all to you.
Now its your time, Please bear me, as my days are few.
When the time of my death come, giving me strength to face death, i hope you hold my hand, 
And not talking with me about distribution of property or land.

And don't worry, When I'll meet God, I'll tell him to bless you.
Because you loved your parents and care them with due...
Thank you, We STILL LOVE YOU! ! ! ! ! ! 

-With much love and blessings, 
Your Mom and Dad.

Poem Details | by Joe Flach |
Categories: fatherchildren, life, god, me, children, god, joy, life, love, me, my children, pride,

The Joyous Father

My joy is achieved by witnessing my children’s joy,
the pride they emit through accomplishing a good deed.
My love is increased by the love my children shower
upon each other and what the world presents them.
My life is enhanced by the successes my children meet
as they learn and grow from their accomplishments.

Through my children, I feel very accomplished;
I have been blessed by God so joyously.
No purer pleasantness shall I ever meet
than catching my child doing a good deed.
I try my hardest to display my pride in them
as upon them compliments and praise I shower.

If joy were rain, then I am caught in a shower
and the cleansing of my soul has been accomplished.
The thanks for this I owe all to them:
my children; my pride and joy.
Why has God smiled upon me with this deed?
I’ll ask her should we ever meet.

I am sure, if my children you are lucky enough to meet;
in their pleasant glow you will certainly be showered.
You , I am sure, will thank me indeed
and deem me a father, quite accomplished.
You will come to appreciate the source of my joy
and understand the pride I feel for them.

There is nothing I would not do for them
as recompense for the happiness that I meet
in watching them and the life they enjoy
and witnessing the successes in which they shower.
Because of my children, when my last breath is accomplished
I will die a happy man indeed.

In life I have been blessed indeed;
in a life I have lived for them;
in life I have achieved an accomplishment;
when the challenge of being a father I did meet;
in life, my children I hope I have showered
with the lessons for living a life of joy.

So in life, if ever there was a good deed that I could possibly do for them, especially,
it would be for myself to be accomplished in every trial and tribulation that meets me
and so upon them they are showered with lessons in the joy of pleasing others.

Poem Details | by Funom Makama |
Categories: child, childhood, children, love, my child, my children,

Seeing Through the Innocent Eyes

The eyes of need, the eyes of a disciple, the eyes that sees perfection from a dad so human, the eyes of expectation, the eyes of loving tenderness, painting a heavy weighted makeup on a lighted loving face. Every of dad’s habit is a white clean handkerchief images of a hero seen as the family’s Hercules eyes so sticky, holding unto daddy’s head mental pictures, guiding the road of parental deeds overcoming a temptation when the sight of disappointment appears seeing a sorry one when diverging from responsibility’s route doing things right to maintain the happy countenance discipline and care putting both eyes to an intriguing debate. Tears of joy dilated by love and satisfaction a squeezing pair thrown at horrifying relationship or neglect eyes of different speeches, sight of telling languages causing various reactions with specific conspicuous rhythms pouring out life or to drown in society’s unfair mud nurturing its growing sight to snap each of experience’s posture just looking up and outwards because the inside still yearns through these eyes, I face up the beautiful challenge of being a daddy.

Poem Details | by Andy Craig |
Categories: emotions, father daughter, how i feel, love, my children, truth, uplifting,

A hidden angel in plain sight

The laughter of a child,
silly noises made" listen
dad I'll do it again"It's such
a happy moment and I doubt
she even knows it.

How this
small fragment in time is a
sublime memoryJust how much
I love her, how the love I have for
her brings tears to my eyes.

sometimes not the perfect father
but I know I'd never harm herI
would stand up against any threat,
I'd protect her till the death.

She is a gift
of life to be sharedAlex brings joy
in so many ways, to so many people
without even knowingshe truly is a
hidden angel in plain sight.

Poem Details | by Shanity Rain |
Categories: angel, art, baby, beautiful, beauty, career, children, daughter, dream, family, inspiration, inspirational, love, lust, marriage, me, my children, passion, poems, poetess, sensual, sweet, vanity,

To Be

                  to be considered a poetess ~
          to be told by so many talented people here 
               This is a beautiful write , keep writing 
           I love the way you gracefully put the words together 
            To be the Mother of three amazing children 
                For my Daughter to tell me she is proud of me 
           for she thinks I write beautifully ~
           To be loved infinitely.and for me to love in return 
            I was asked for my Autograph 3 times in a year  
                 I will not lie..that was amazing !

            To be told " has anyone ever told you you're beautiful ?
               Well.I didn't want you to forget"
            to be called Yvetteishka ~
               to be entered in  ~The best compliment Contest ~

Poem Details | by Star Light |
Categories: inspirational, lovechildren, son, daughter, me, bible, bible, children, daughter, love, me, my children, son, granddaughter,

Blessing of Love--From Our Father's Son

Blessed Mother's Day
God Blessing came in many ways
I was Blessed
Giving Out of Love His Best

In the morning
My son.went out of his way
made me breakfest in bed today
Which woke me up
With God's Loving cup

Then My one of my daughters and son in law
Came in the morning.
bring presents generously
Giving me.A New Bible..
King James.named.Beautifully
Then presenting onto me
A brouch.of a Red Red Rose

Then my my other daughter and son in law
With my granddaughter.too 
Bringing treasures of Love
As my granddaughter say."I can't tell you"
Grandma.tis a purple purse! Smile
but twas.a bible cover "Purple with designs black velvet"
With an golden emblem.across the front.
"Amazing Grace".written in place
As my daughters state.
Momma we got you this
For it carrys your name
"Grace' and Your ever so Amazing"
Such Love filled the air..

All my children there.ever so dear
Then we went to church.
Preacher and all spoke 
of proverbs 31 woman
Ever so beautifully
But tis.I know tis not me..
But tis wonderful.blessing many say so

Then afterwards. 
at my son in law
went out of his way..
Made food by hand.
he did this just for me
he cooked a big meal.
for all to eat
My daughter-his wife.
made sweeets
My other daughter and her husband came
brought a cake.twas what my granddaughter made
Twas ever such Blessing of Love.God made
To have all at the same time
Together under my roof Grace for all the Blessing that taken place
Eating a delicious meal twas cooked

As I memo.twas just a few day ago
I prayed.that someway
All my children would come in spend
Time with me.all at once.
Even eat a meal together.
and as I seen--My Bible I been using
Always Reading.ever so much
twas falling apart.
Even front cover fell off.
pages falling out just by the touch
I memo saying.within as praying 
that same night unto my lord
I would love to have a new bible.
one even beholding new cover..
But I sure didn't receive it
But as I memo.and see...
God Always Provided everything
I prayed and asked for 
He gave me the best
Mother day's Blessings
With His Love so grand
My Blessed Children 
God brought All together again 
along with More Blessings.
came without end

Come to Jesus
Fellowship with our Lord
For Blessing shall come 
To You forever more

Thank you.Jesus for everything
For Your Love.You bring
On This Blessed day.and many to come
Blessing of Love-From Our Father's son

Poem Details | by Jay Loveless |
Categories: childhood, children, dad, daughter, good night, i love you, my children,

A Father And Dyslexia

Daddy, your bed time stories were the best.
The extra prescision you took while reading a book,
To overcome your struggles and ensure you pronounced each word correctly,
Were the most beautiful sounds.
The way you would sit and practice slowly, 
Sometimes repeating words out loud or to yourself,
In efforts meant to bring our sleepy ears an image written down.
They were always the most beautiful words Daddy.
They were the best stories, that I lay in bed,
An adult now, and listen to my memories, where you retell them again.
You stuttered - it mattered not.
No other stories compare.

Poem Details | by Kaitlyn Fox |
Categories: death, life, love, spoken word,

How I Will Explain Death to my Children

Everyday Life sends Death countless gifts because she misses him,
and Death holds on to them forever as a reminder of his love for her

They fell in love a long time ago
and have become two star-crossed lovers trying to defy mortality.
They have written a timeless love story,
one of undivided devotion that has survived millenniums
and is still considered the greatest of them all

Maybe Life was missing Death more than usual today;
maybe she had to send him an extra special soul as a reminder of just how much she loves him.

Poem Details | by VIJAY KUMAR |
Categories: daughter, emotions, father, father daughter, children, for her, kids, giving, love, my child, my children, poems, simple, sweet,

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Poem Details | by Sheena Casanova |
Categories: abuse, addiction, bible, child, christian, daughter, family, father, fear, first love, kids, how i feel, jealousy, mom, mother, my child, my children, son,

you dont listen

you think I got listen to you, 
you just my kids father,
there noting between me and you,
it seem the words take you back to court is your favorite words,
get this Sheena Shenia Jackson isn't scare of no court system or even you,
its just a word that is there, 
so if you ask me you just things to make women scared im not scare of you like I use to,
I have became stronger and wiser, 
I have the Lord behind me, 
I believe in him very strong,
so if you want to bring me back to court lets do this now, 
you are just a man that God put on this earth, 
and I fear no man, no woman and no body, 
I am a King child forever,

by : Sheena Shenia Jackson 
May 23, 2013

Poem Details | by Mary Oliver Rotman |
Categories: children, conflict, love, mother daughter, my children,

Practical Cliche

I long to drive an impractical car
     a convertible
with seats for two
and wear impractical clothes
     Chanel suits that say
“Dry Clean Only”

I want to live in an impractical house
three stories high
with white carpets, 
and closets I can lock 
with a key.

But I'll drive my practical van
     with seats for seven
and wear denim and sweats

I'll buy that split level in suburbia
     with carpeting the color of body fluids 
and chocolate milk

Because the soft sweet cheeks of a newborn,
the smile of a gleeful toddler, and
the straight arrow logic of a preschooler
and the antagonism of a teen
are worth far more to me.
True, it's a cliché, but only
truth breeds clichéAnd my love
is true.

Poem Details | by Just That Archaic Poet |
Categories: children, grave, love, my children, pets,

You Love Me More Than You Love Yourself

Oh, my children; precious babes!
I've placed all your pictures on the shelf
And as I wander toward my grave
(I realize)
You love me more than you love yourself...

Poem Details | by Liam Kelly |
Categories: death, family, love, children, me, children, me, my children, smile,

Sitting In The Rocking Chair

Sitting in the rocking chair,
Watching the children grow,
Waiting for the day to come,
For my final rest.

I watch the world with ancient eyes,
A smile upon my face,
As it passes me by.
Sitting in the rocking chair,
My mind all aglow,
Melancholy mood,
As my children grow old.

Waiting here upon the porch,
Hat upon my head
My eyes twinkle with happiness,
My children’s children greet me now,
Hug me in my rocking chair,
The gentle hugs fill my brittle bones with warmth,
And I gaze upon them with joy,
Knowing this is the future,
While sitting in the rocking chair.

I gently rock back and forth,
My voice old and dry,
My son hands me some water,
And I speak again,
Telling them of when I was young,
Before this rocking chair.

With a sad smile upon my face,
I watch them leave my home,
Waving goodbye as they drive away,
Tears dripping from my eyes,
As I sit in this rocking chair.

Slowly I stand up,
From the rocking chair,
Hobble inside, steady and slow,
Get into bed and go to sleep,
And wake up in a bright place,
And see my rocking chair.

I sit down,
And smile at the gatekeeper,
And here I wait still,
I shall see my children soon.

Poem Details | by Rev. Dr. Samuel Mack OMS DD |
Categories: addiction, baptism, beautiful, community, confusion, dark, day, desire, forgiveness, freedom, history, lost love,


My Children

 Say you know me,
  I'm here with all People,
 I am the breeze, 
I am the light
I am the sea, 
I am the life, 
I am the beginning and the end, 
I know your pains, 
I know your sorrows, 
I know your joy
I know your happiness, 
I am everywhere, 
Although you can’t see or touch me,
Although you don’t realize it, 
Because I am part of all People everywhere, 
If you want me in your heart, 
I’m knocking at your door ask me in,
 For all People I am here.

RevSamuel Mack, OMS 
Copyright 2013