by Leo Larry Amadore |
Categories:
angst, childhood, death, depression, family, father, hope, introspection, life, loss, nostalgia,
Things that seemed poetic were always sad,
though I yearned for sparkle
and my dad's guffaw, which never came.
Familiar things were always drear --
repeated motions in the same old game.
There were only distant glimpses
of budding spring, fleeting views
of daffodils. The strongest
poems dealt me death and dying.
Yet I always hoped, never went under
to gray despair, always dreaming
of a garden of love we could share.
But those forbidden delights faded
quickly away; the only reality
I understand is the ever-looming
and final one. Nothing's changed.
The strongest poems deal death
and dying.
by Charlie Smith |
Categories:
birth, childhood, prayer, religious,
It's hard to describe
that true sense of pride
that comes with the worth
of your babies birth
A child takes your heart
right from the start
and wills you to sow
a love destined to grow
From dress ups to cupcakes
from boo-boos to heartbreaks
it's all worth the pain
from the treasure we gain
Time spent together
can only be measured
in memories we hold
as part of our soul
God keep this life
from turmoil and strife
give it love and care
and blessings to share
For all that we ask
is that we're up to the task
and do all that we must
to honor your trust.
by Arthur Vaso |
Categories:
angel, art, beauty, death, depression, loneliness, romantic,
The cemetery was
Before my very eyes, stillness
Autumn leaves a blanket on the dead
The cemetery was
There, as it always was there
From childhood till now
The cemetery was
For me, my escape, comfort and refuge
Among the strangers and the dead
The cemetery was
My pathway to the heavens
The gateway to my dreams
The cemetery was
Until that one fateful day
My sanctuary
The bullet wasn’t even meant for you my love
You are dead none the less, beneath me
I, who weeps at your grave, lifeless too
Now the cemetery is my hell
Tormented by what ifs
I breathe the autumn frost only
That one day
Our daughter will become
You
by Mike Gentile |
Categories:
childhood, how i feel, love, mother, mother son,
I remember so clearly a day
when Mommy made it go away
When every hurt and every pain
with just her tender touch, would wane
When sting of bitter snow filled chill
wrapped in her arms, would melt at will
And when her enigmatic smile
could make me sit still all the while
I remember so fondly a day
when Mommy knew just what to say
And every lesson yet unlearned
forewarned, to not let me get burned
Some days when I feel cold inside
the days when I just want to hide
I wish that Mommy still could say
Shhh, I'll make it go away
by Rhoda Tripp |
Categories:
childhood, crush, cute love, first love, heartbreak, love, nostalgia,
In the back of my closet,
high upon the shelf,
there sits an old love letter
that I keep to myself.
Its pages are crumpled,
the edges a tad bit torn.
I can recite his words by memory,
although the writings worn.
He tells of his undying love,
and how we were meant to be.
Our vows whispered at the church,
they were our fantasy.
Like all things, neither tried nor true,
we had to be apart.
A victim of the ages,
he broke my sixth grade heart.
by Brian Strand |
Categories:
childhood, life, love, passion, places, time
Remember the day
Apron strings loosed,untied
as maternal voices faltered and cried
Remember the day
When a soprano voice lost its elan
and a boy became a man
Remember the day
Peer pressure would not hide
and diffidence was replaced with pride
Remember the day
Desire,with warm whispers heard
questions,answered with just three words
Remember the day
Filled with joy and love
a union blessed from above
Remember the day
Holding a first-born,so wee
as two self-absorbed,became three
Remember the day
Trust was born-a-new
a changed life came into view
Remember the day
Genesis as a work of art
with gifts to share and impart
Remember the day
by Jan Allison |
Categories:
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
07~24~15
by Lyndsay Dupont |
Categories:
childhood, devotion, forgiveness, friendship, introspection, love, passion, recovery from..., journey,
Blood that screams mixes with tears of fears,
Over your hypocrisy and useless years.
Fresh cuts don't matter - your attentions yet wane.
It's just too easy to shut down, I could end this pain.
But, escape artists aren't artists at all.
When life ends the real journey begins, the journey to be
Above imperfection and glorified weakness everyone sees.
Life trickles into the drain of the sink, wash it and pretend
The veil is burning off,but there is only so much fire can mend
Besides, escape artists aren't artists at all.
by Brandee Augustus |
Categories:
childhood, love, nostalgia, school, teenme,
He was my very first daydream
I thought about him all the time
Something about him made me beam
Seeing his face was so sublime
Making good grades in class was a breeze
It was his smile that was my motivation
Liking him came with such ease
Every thought of touching him came with hesitation
All I had was the way he looked at me
Waiting for his glances became my prize
A chance encounter filled me with glee
I wanted so much to feel the warmth of his eyes
Thinking of him is a great memory
Smiles like his have become few and far between
by Tim Smith |
Categories:
love,
Out back on that old tire swing
drifting to and fro in the springtime dusk
reliving childhood memories
she swings and smiles
free as the red breasted robin
singing love songs as she soars
from limb to limb
in the that mighty oak tree
her hair blows silently side to side
dangling ever so softly off her
olive basted silky smooth shoulders
her caramel coloured eyes twinkle
in the fading sunlight
as the fireflies start to sparkle in the auburn sky
I sit quietly drinking my freshly made ice cold lemonade
soaking up all her splendor
knowing I'll be holding her tight tonight
by Andrea Dietrich |
Categories:
love,
How foolish humans are when puppy love
consumes us! It can happen any time -
most often in our childhood. Plenty of
such crushes happen long before our prime!
How silly as adults can some be too.
Folks marry for wrong reasons, then get burned.
They do it all again and stay so blue.
Life’s lesson for such people is not learned.
How fortunate are those who find “the one!”
They navigate life’s ups and downs and feel
love deepening before their course is run,
then pass away while knowing love was real!
April 12, 2017 for Eve Roper's Puppy love vs True love Poetry Contest
by Mary Nagy |
Categories:
angst, childhood, confusion, daughter, loss, mother, sad, me,
To me, she could've said anything
I wanted so badly to hear her say,
"I love you and I'm gonna try."
But all she said is "I just can't stay."
She looked away, I stared her down.
I needed to see her eyes.
She looked at me and that's when I knew...
THIS IS THE DAY MY MOTHER DIES.
She died right there before me.
I watched her fade away.
Her eyes were glossing over
as I begged her "PLEASE, JUST STAY!"
She said goodbye and drove away.
I've learned to deal with loss.
But, now she says "I'm coming back!"
She doesn't know the cost.
To me she's dead, she can't come back.
She'll have to remember the day
that she died right there before me
when she said she couldn't stay.
by Aurore Severo |
Categories:
childhood, memory, sad,
Daddy picked his cotton
Six scorched days a week
Sundays were sunny gleeful
Cotton candy I held in hand
He took me to the county fair
Pink and pretty as could be
Balloons hid my child's tears
for the days he toiled away
My daddy loved to toss me
high up in the air
he'd yell, I love you
My pink beautiful butterfly
Ferris wheels and chocolate pies
Sundays truly I
the pink happy butterfly
One day the balloons all popped
Daddy grasping heart
Tumbled to the ground
there are no more
Candy cotton dreams
only
Somber clown
tears
by Dm Babbit |
Categories:
allusion,
This is someone else's dream
I didn't plan it.
The ocean flow of ebbs and tides
called to me in childhood
when dreams were just imaginings
of what could be
but would never be.
Where are the stars
the full moon, the light, the sun
the love born in twilight?
This is not my dream
if it were
where are you?
by Vince Suzadail Jr. |
Categories:
music,
Music needs lyrics to make it whole
Lyrics are words that touch the soul
Listening to one song after another
Springsteen singing "My Blood Brother"
It tells a story of of childhood friends
A genuine love that never ends
Growing up and parting ways
Changes coming in passing days
And it takes me back to the things we did
The friends I had when I was just a kid
Although time has pulled us all apart
I still carry each one in my heart
But the stars are burnin' bright like some mystery uncovered
I'll keep movin' through the dark with you in my heart
My blood brother--Bruce Springsteen
by Carolyn Devonshire |
Categories:
childhood, funny
Ah, my brother is finally sleeping
Through my head mischievous thoughts are creeping
It’s my time to shine now
To him I won’t kowtow
All of the attention I’ll be keeping
I’ll make the best use of this special time
Beg for more after each nursery rhyme
I’ll play with his best toys
Till he makes the first noise
Because then I’ll just be admired part time
By Carolyn Devonshire
For Miranda Lambert’s Brotherly Love contest
April 23, 2011
by Elaine George |
Categories:
childhood, writing,
Tiptoeing in the middle of the night
Certain that Mom and Dad are out sight
Stealing away to do what I love best
Heart pounding like a hammer in my chest
There on those linen sheets you wait for me
All spaced out, and as blank as blank can be
I close the door and hide away the key
Escaping from a life of drudgery
Once again putting my life on the line
Though Mom and Dad say it is such a crime
Neglecting my homework to be with you
Knowing to thine own self I must be true
So with pen in hand I lay myself down
And pray that this diary won’t be found
Author: Elaine George
Written: may 19, 2014
Inspired By my imagination for the contest
by Andrea Dietrich |
Categories:
childhood, funny,
Oh, how I loved my little teddy bear
although I don’t recall from whom he came
or when I first laid eyes on him or where;
I only know I chose for him his name.
Yes, Pinky Winky’s name was like my own,
a playful silly nickname “Andy Pandy,”
and also in his ear a bell was sewn;
I jingled him and thought he was quite dandy.
Everywhere with me went Pinky Winky
until he met sad fate with one cruel splash.
He fell into the toilet and got stinky.
I wailed when Mother threw him in the trash.
Alas! The pink imposter in his place
no jingling made nor had dear “Winky’s” face.
by Deborah Burch |
Categories:
allegory, art, lost love,
Van Gogh’s “Starry Night”
gamboge moon and stars
dance haloed whirlwind marriage
in violet sky
lemon-greens and greys
calm sleeping childhood mem’rys
beneath white steeple
as black cypress looms
past swirling clouds like fleeting
requiem for love.
deborah burch
07/10/2012©
by Ernesto P. Santiago |
Categories:
childhood, father, hope, life, love, social, sympathy, god, god, joy, me,
I’m a man, just simply a man;
once a child with no other distinction.
I am neither your first son, nor last.
I cannot alter what God has planned,
nor stop sun to shine,
nor stop the rain he’s cast.
So, I seek a solution to the paradigm
of angst and joy of life,
of the person I should be now.
Though life’s full of mystery and of misery,
you were there to give me hope and dignity,
no wonder I always love to be with you.
But, when God decided...
we couldn’t say, “No!”
You left me with his everlasting glory.
As time passes, I realize the greatness of
love and joy on the day of my friend’s son,
I became like you, a loving godfather.
by Lu Loo |
Categories:
childhood, family, happiness, love,
Second Chance May 2016
Sponsor: Eve Roper
five generations
connected to my grandpa
kindred forefather
parents united
unto them came four children
love to go around
mother faced cancer
a dear lady, my angel
adulthood so strong
adoring siblings
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
belovedly linked
Date Written: April 30, 2016
Date Finalized:May 19, 2016
by Wendy Lee Klenetsky |
Categories:
appreciation, celebration, how i feel, love, memory, mom, poetry,
MY LIFETIME FRIEND: MY MOTHER
Throughout childhood and adolescent days,
She was my staunchest supporter,
And through teen years and young adulthood
I was glad to be her daughter.
As a mother-in-law and grandma,
She’s there whenever/wherever she’s needed,
And if this was to be her lot in life,
She’s definitely succeeded.
But whatever she is to other folks;
A friend, sister or other,
She is to me, and will always be
MY LIFETIME FRIEND: MY MOTHER!
BY
WENDY LEE KLENETSKY: PROUD DAUGHTER OF CECILE SEIGAL
by Sharon Gulley |
Categories:
age, beautiful, beauty, childhood, growing up, home, mother daughter,
Dancing butterflies and laughter
without a care. A day full of sweet
smelling blossoms fill the air.
Sister's golden hair glistened in the
Summer sun's glow, as Mother blew
colorful bubbles that bounced off
her little nose.
Mother's heart was always full of
love to share and the day of blossoms,
and bubbles will forever in my memories
be kept with loving care.
Precious and few are moments shared
together. This wonderful day of blossoms
and bubbles, in my heart will last forever.
April 6, 2015
by Poesy Relish |
Categories:
child, childhood, evil, loneliness, poverty, society,
In this dark and dreary world, the urchins forced to toil
Their body bared and tarnished, gain little sleep and boil
Tiny hands and feets famished, no love they had meet
Like young lambs for slaughter, were they forced to cheat
Sold away by father, with no heart but only greed
How my mind cries, watching this heinous deed
And sighs, its a discriminating fate unfair.
© Nadiya (22 Jan '15)
*Won 4th place on 4 Feb 2015 in the contest 'Interlocking Rhyme' by Isiah Zerbst
by Nicholas Windle |
Categories:
childhood, family, happiness, love, nostalgia, sea
The pendulum motions to and fro,
From the clock upon the wall.
As the second ebb like grains of sand,
For one by one they fall.
Through the window of the dim lit room,
For outside, lies a world of grey,
For thoughts now turn to yester year,
That seems so far away.
With freckle on skin and golden hair,
Topped with lace like bonnet fair.
Upon a face a smile of glee,
As little feet splash in the sea.
A bucket clenched in fingers tight,
With spade to match its colors bright.
In awe and wonder of many things,
Through eyes so young that new life brings.
N Windle. MMXI.