humorous, nursery rhyme,
by JAN ALLISON |
Jack and Jill went up the hill
With thoughts of making love
Jack hadn’t got a condom
So cut a finger off Jill’s glove
The glove was far too small for him
And it didn’t fit his todger
Now they are proud parents
Of a baby they called Rodger!
1st October 2016
Another poem written after being inspired by Ilene Bauer's poem three blind mic
by Nina Parmenter |
beautiful, child, love, mother, my child, mystery, parents,
Entirely made of us, yet somehow not
a part of us, how can you even be?
Why can’t we feel your thoughts and dreams, and what
are you if you are neither him nor me?
Though severed from you, somehow we feel tied
to you, as if they’d never cut the cord,
We started you, you grew and kicked inside
my body, and besotted, we have poured
all hope into those perfect, tiny hands,
For reasons only love can ever say...
Yet loving you won’t help us understand
your world; you are a universe away.
You’re so much more than we can know or see...
You’re perfect sense, yet total mystery.
24 September 2018
For Beautiful Mystery Contest
Sponsored by John Hamilton
by JAN ALLISON |
childhood, love, memory,
The minute our eyes met
it was love at first sight
I knew you were the perfect one for me
my parents tried to keep us apart
but I simply couldn’t let you go
My father tried to persuade me
are you really sure he’s the one?
It’s not too late to change your mind…
I smiled my sweetest smile -
Dad knew when he was beaten
I skipped out of the toy shop ....
nestling in my arms, my birthday teddy bear!
Contest –Free Verse Love Poem
Sponsored By Laura Loo
by harry horsman |
Humble this moment under skies of grey
Reading poems of furtive words wrote with you,
Contemplating where you are now this day
With an ascetic mind of times we knew.
The love we shared on a day once like this
A time so long ago the spring of youth,
My heart heaved in heavenly days of bliss
Speaking words of unmitigated truth.
Yet you went away far over the sea
With nonchalant parents on life’s voyage,
Waving with a kiss as you left the quay
Shallow sunset that swallowed the cordage.
I was only eight and you barely nine
Wondering if ever your thoughts as mine.
© Harry J Horsman 2018
by Lu Loo |
childhood, family, happiness, love,
Second Chance May 2016
Sponsor: Eve Roper
connected to my grandpa
unto them came four children
love to go around
mother faced cancer
a dear lady, my angel
adulthood so strong
warmhearted and devoted
affections of blood
money not vital
wealthy in rich loyalty
assets of true faith
our childhood dog Bo
my sweet Golden Retriever
my canine best bud
united as one
roots form a family tree
Date Written: April 30, 2016
Date Finalized:May 19, 2016
by karl marszalowicz |
sad, parents, child, parents,
"Looking Into the Mirror"
Sudden realizations iced up his core
To form the frozen image of a man
He who stared in reflected embarrassment
While sobering silence takes over the room
As this was not the person he was to become
But for childish dreams that stuck with him
Fantastic machinations that warped a man's mind
So he'd remain a child who never grew up
And had to face his parents on occasions
The adult to them is just on the exterior
Because he made a living selling his voice
Though in using it to say I'm sorry
His parents would have to wait
Just like the forever he has waited
To hear them say we love you for what you are
A child never grows too old
For their parents open arms
by Sandip Goswami |
celebrity, deep, hero, inspirational, love, poverty, sensual,
They are not rich.
They have no car.
They have no fat.
They have no dream.
They are not so-called educated persons.
They are not news.
They are struggling for existence.
They have not any exceed of life
Which is poison.
They live with their old parents.
They have innocent smile and intuition.
They created their poor house as rich home.
They are my celebrities.
But I am not communist.
SANDIP GOSWAMI, INDIA
by JAN ALLISON |
love, romantic, wedding,
champagne on ice
picnic in forest
is romance in the air
drops to one knee
ready to propose
what will her answer be
she shyly smiles
gives him her reply
will wedding bells ring out
third finger left hand
should they ring their parents
plans to be made
venue needs choosing
how much will it all cost
big day arrives
bride and groom smiling
will their happiness last
Checked using How Many Syllables
Contest Questionku Two
Sponsor Richard Lamoureux
by Tirzah Conway |
family, friendship, health, husband, native american, passion, peopleme, me,
Steven, My Love, my best friend in life,
Parents that support me in whatever I do;
My two puppies Zeus & Eos (both mutts)
My heritage of Potawatomi, Huron and Sioux;
A family willing to lend me support,
A wonderful house to come home to;
A simple world I can call my own,
My siblings, out there to help pull me through;
My horses willing and full of heart,
And all of my friends - Old and New;
My semi-good health and happiness;
And the passion that writing allows me to peruse!
by sekitto Herbert Grace kisakye |
Yes we are,
we are the poets of today
and we shall be forever.
Let them know that we are just writers
as our grand parents who had the talent we have!
Yes we are,
we are here to educate people
who knows how to read and write,
and those who love what we say and write.
Let them know that me and you,
and those of ours we are just poets.
They have to know what we are,
not to quote us wrong the poets of today
and those of tomorrow.
by Sekitto kisakye |
honor your parents
to enjoy the world's joy.
Love your parents,
as you love your selves,
our parents are our life,
the source of every thing.
by Curtis Forsythe |
introspection, parents, sorry,
Did our parents not have better things to do-
better things than to suffer our indifference-
better things to do than return to us love
patients for intolerance-
self sacrifice for our selfishness?
Seems that they could never get it right-
In every thing we thought ourselves wise-
our parents foolish-
then the worst thing they ever did
was to go and die-
they died and took with them
all we now ache to know-
but now never will-
we were just too wrapped up-
too wrapped up in ourselves to ask them-
we always thought there would be time-
by Demetrios Trifiatis |
child, god, love,
God adopts each child
Parents in heaven has
© Demetrios Trifiatis
19 August 2015
by Vijay Pandit |
angst, child, divorce, parents,
Holding head down he simmers in anguish
Scribbling restless shapes in red crayon
Concealing bitterness of a child forlorn.
At a tender young age he knows of divorce
Custody battles, and the pointed fingers
Of angry gestures condemning each other.
Any moment now they'll open the door
Pretending like there is love in the air.
He dashes towards her, gripping angst
Hearing Dad's words: "Say goodbye to Mom"
Hugging her tightly, tears rolling down,
Reddened eyes now piercing her sight
Wanting to ask if she understands why
He doesn't color anymore inside the lines,
As a smile uplifts from the depth of her eyes.
October 14, 2018
by JAN ALLISON |
marriage, proposal, romance, valentines day,
Nervous, anxious, praying
my love I express.
Girlfriend blubbers saying
I’ll marry you - yes!
Parents very happy
we are getting wed,
Bridegroom joyful chappie
banns need to be read!
Joyful girlfriend smiling,
seals love with a kiss
Planning wedding styling
no longer a ‘miss’!
Booking summer wedding,
bridesmaid will wear blue,
blissful marriage heading
darling I love you!
HAPPY VALENTINES DAY!
Checked with 'rhymezone' and how many syllables
88 syllables Contest
sponsored by Joseph May
by cheryl hoffman |
As small children we are wide eyed and innocent,
toddle after Mommy like baby elephants,
go to school to learn with our writing implement,
our parents hoping that we don't act indolent,
As teens upon graduation were confident,
some acting wild while others are reticent,
finding our jobs and falling in love relevant,
some marry while others act more dissident,
When we get old hopefully were still intimate,
thinking back on our lives with heartfelt sentiment,
being nice with people till death is imminent,
eulogy at funeral will be evidence.
by Arijit Bhattacharya |
abuse, betrayal, conflict, depression, evil, pain,
~~~ Naked Truth ~~~
We often feel
The society is filled with
Love, affection, adoration and romance.
But, the flabbergasting naked truth is something
It is not the apparent.
The world is full of turmoils,
Even a son parents spoil.
Conceit and complacency are everywhere.
Faith and trust are nowhere.
People treat their child as a 'wishing well',
In spite of intimate blood relations,
They are not wishing well!
Everybody is masked,
Full of false vanity and hypocrisy,
The world is the devil's place
Full of brutality,
At stake is the friendship,
In danger is the love,
In danger is the humanity!!
All rights reserved
by randy johnson |
death, father, love, mother, parents, parents,
(This poem is based on a movie I saw.)
It was tragic when two teenagers died.
They couldn't be together so they committed suicide.
They were cousins and that's why their parents kept them apart.
They decided to end it all because of their broken hearts.
The parents forbade their relationship because they were in love with each other.
They decided that they wanted to die because they couldn't be with one another.
Now their parents are all tore up inside.
They'll be in misery for the rest of their lives because of their kids suicides.
by Andrew Ellis |
child, love, parents,
My love for him is so great,
my heart melts for him 'til the dusk of day.
The night gives when he's asleep,
Dreaming, 'til day's break.
His beauty is great,
Wandering mind with all he sees,
Loving is all I do,
While waiting for the moment, for Him to say "I love you."
by Seren Roberts |
Show me which path I should tread
How I should choose the books to read
Oh how I miss my parents guiding hands
With so many things I need to understand
Mighty is the sword that catches you unaware
Each thrust sends home the visions you fear
Trust in yourself, your very act of living
How you help others, to the art of forgiving
Every day you perceive all you believe in
Worries a plenty but show me the way
All I need is for you to smile and say
Yearning for your love, please, don't go away
Contest: Message in an Acrostic
Penned 15 January 2017
by Khashana Spratley |
depression, love, me, love, me,
My Downfall is the most difficult of them all.
I love my husband but he has a hard time showing me the same.
When he gets mad he call me cruel names.
I love him with all my heart and i want our marriage to last.
Our son deserve to grow with two loving parents .
Not just one.
In the beginning, we were inseparable.
but that changed when we said " I Do"
He feels as if he owns me and that i don't like .
My downfall is falling in love.
by Wren Rushing |
home, house, memory, parents,
Dust now covers where love once lived,
years of happiness wrapped in laughter.
This old house has seen its share,
of joy and tears from floor to rafter.
Bread was broken while troubles fixed,
prayers were prayed to the Lord above.
My parents' home we all would come,
because all was done there out of love.
Now we load their things because they're gone,
the walls now bare where memories hung.
The house seems lonely without them there,
no neighbors knock, no bells have rung.
As we hand the keys to someone new,
the once dark skies seem some how blue.
by Carl Fraser |
Glistening bayonets, buried deep in the sand,
while atop the helmet crowns their lives;
They died alone on this foreign dirt,
while back home a mother cries.
Bloody Dog Tags and a folded flag,
awarded to parents torn in two;
Tears crash down on the coffin door,
as a father cries, "I'm so very proud of you".
For God and country and liberty,
so their children can live in peace;
For brothers in arms fighting along side them,
no greater love hath these.
So cherish your children while you can,
and pray for them on your knees;
For they too may travel off one day,
To die for you and me...
by Kim Rodrigues |
kisses fly forth
wings of angels
Charlieku 4-3-2 Contest/Charles Messina
by darci hopkins |
addiction, depression, sad, suicide,
all this pain is getting to be too much.
i take a blade and slit my wrists, hoping the blood that pours out will relieve me for at least a little while.
i take my blade and hold it to my throat,
take a deep breath, and glance one more time at my note.
the note to my parents, saying not to feel bad,
saying "it's not your fault, i love you mom and dad."
when in reality they are a big part to this major decision.
but i would never tell them that, because i love them too much.