by Phillip Garcia |
Categories:
daughter,
Who Can Argue Miracles Exist?
No man, be he grandiloquent or coarse;
be he a learned novel or tattered page;
be he devout in faith or drenched in doubt;
be he a man replete with shame of sin:
No man (unless an empty man who flaps like cynic’s skin)
who has watched the early sun come out
or heard the song of sparrows spared the cage:
No man in love with his daughters: No man in love with his universe.
4/30/2019
Submitted for: Let's Have an Argument
Sponsored by Kevin Shaw
by Richard Lamoureux |
Categories:
beauty, children,
only daughter
beautiful moon face
will his love eclipse mine
by KP Nunez |
Categories:
child, dedication, love, mother daughter,
Can a child ever forget, how deep a mother’s love abides
All those days since birth, till now I’m grown she guides
Remembering her smile, so tender, so warm as her embrace
More than soothes away my pain, my fear of failure and disgrace
Even in my dreams she comforts, her voice, her scent would stay
Never will her being mother stop, till when I’m old and gray.
26 March 2015
Contest : Acrostic on Mother's Day - 1st Place
Sponsor : TAMMY REAMS
by James Fraser |
Categories:
daughter, death, depression, father, girlfriend-boyfriend, hope, husband, life, loss, lost love, mother, sad, wife
What makes the decision
To flick the switch
To end ones life
For the sake of it
Troubled, debts
Bullied at school
Fork in the road
To let death rule
Mums, dads
Daughters and sons
What ever affects them
They just can't outrun
Sadness and tears
By all left behind
Will they ever understand
Suicide Mind
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 Charmaine Chircop |
Categories:
international, introspection, love, , atheist,
I'm a Catholic,You're a Muslim
I'm an Orthodox ,You're a Protestant
I'm a Hindhuist,You're a Buddhist
You're an Atheist,and I am a Mormon too.
You're an African,I'm American
You're an Asian,I'm a European
You're a Mexican, I'm an Indian
You're an Arab,I'm a Jew
But prior to all our distinct differences
I'm a Mother ,I'm a Father
I'm a Sister,I'm a Brother
I'm a Son,I am a Daughter
and I'm Human just like you.
by Mary Nagy |
Categories:
angst, daughter, family, funny, happiness, life, love, car,
Princess just wants a new car.
I have told her that hers will go far.
'Oh, it's really not cool
driving this crap to school.'
'Do I need that emotional scar? '
'The kids will all laugh at the rust.
When we race, I'll be left in the dust!
I will save up some cash
then we'll make a mad dash
to the car dealer surely you trust'.
'He will make us a wonderful deal
and I'm sure you will know how I feel.
I will love you so much,
My siblings... I won't touch.
Just get me behind a new wheel'!
Now she'll be cruisin in style.
She'll be happy for only awhile.
There will always be better
and we'll try hard to get her
a car that will make princess smile.
by Nina Hernandez |
Categories:
angst, daughter, death, depression, devotion, family, fantasy, imagination, love, mother, sad, dark, dark, rose,
Once bloomed a rose so young and fair
With dark brown eyes and long black hair
Beside her be a tall dark tree
Whose branches stretch to smother thee
Too close beside the shadowy bark
That soon begins to leave its mark
She cries for help, but none shall hear
Her thorns too sharp, who’d dare go near?
To save this rose, who’d risk their life?
With naught to gain but pain and strife
Alone, afraid, she lays to rest
Her heart beats low inside her chest
And with the hour growing near
She sheds her final grieving tear
And so the rose soon falls asunder
Her final day, eternal slumber
She lies beside the old dark tree
The only one who mourns for thee
by Deb Wilson |
Categories:
father daughter, pain, child, me,
There is a child that looks like me.
Years from now still won't be free.
You'll want to rock her in your arms.
Keep her safe from all that harms.
Some things you simply don't forget.
And there is shame that haunts me yet.
The stark reality is this-
I find it hard to share a kiss.
Children are meant for love and prayers.
Not sneaking footsteps on the stairs.
Fear grows where refuge should be.
Hate floats on a toxic sea.
In all these years sorrow still lives.
A broken spirit but strong will gives
reason to find a better way.
This child is loved by me today.
written 4/13/2013
by MoonBee Canady |
Categories:
daughter, family, funny, happiness, life, love, mother, nature, nostalgia, peace, people, seasons
Its Raining…
God’s Cleansing Tool
Cloud-Concerto… How Cool !
Plop-Plop Plopping into Pothole Pools
On the Grass, Pavements and On My Own-Sweet- Fools…
who, don’t have Sense enough, to get out of the Rain…
… I think I’ll go Join Them… Again
Amen
by Susan Ashley |
Categories:
angel, april, bereavement, heaven, love, mother daughter, snow,
Ave-Maria hymns lift you in flight
to Heaven’s gate apt angel does ascend
and follows lantern's light predawn of night
on star-dust wings for spirit a Godsend.
On April morn in skies of blue as you
besprinkled crystals from your seraph’s wings,
by mourning noon soft snowfall does ensue
a smoothing swaddle soothing harmed heartstrings.
In diamond-dusted frosted filigree
so sparkles soulful kisses you bestow
for scintillant reflective reverie
your glistened gift you send in silvern snow.
Beloved mother, sainted entity
you hush my cries with snow’s serenity.
Susan Ashley
December 8, 2017
by Line Gauthier |
Categories:
age, death, fire, mother, mother daughter,
Tell me, mother
what did the fire
whisper to you
as it wrapped your frail body
in its flaming blanket
as it caressed your cheeks
and clenched your hands
as it kissed your eyelids
the way I tenderly used to
closing those deep oceans of love
AP: Honorable Mention 2022
Submitted on February 1, 2022 for contest A STRAND (1063) sponsored by BRIAN STRAND
collaboration with Chandana Ramachandran
by James Marshall Goff |
Categories:
daughter
*for AG
Last leg home, the sun setting in the polluted haze of the city,
looks Like I feel, my thoughts a golden glow, every brushstroke
I've painted filling the sky with my love for you...a painting
that will begin anew....with the sunrise
........with the sunrise
Though your footprints belong to you,
my heart..... travels your path
Endless, as it should be,
your destiny rewards my memory
..................................................................................................
-for Brian's INTERVALS contest....COLOURS/PERCEPTION/HARMONY
by Carolyn Devonshire |
Categories:
mother daughter, thanks,
The rain that seemed to wash my hopes away
Left an amazing gift for me to find
Beyond the puddles that remained behind
New signs of life revived one summer day
I had not planted anything at all
'Twas Mom who wanted me to find this prize
Her efforts surely took me by surprise
Three decades passed; her smile I can’t recall
But in the yard where she drew her last breath
A bed of Four O’Clocks awoke one day
It was as if my Mom were there to say
“My love for you survived beyond my death”
*Written November 7, 2018
“Thankful Poetry Contest” hosted by Tania Kitchin
by Tim Smith |
Categories:
appreciation, love, women,
Woman, you take my breath away
Not in what radiates off your precious skin
But what lies deep inside of you
Head held high
Not letting one moment
Of life slip on by
Strength more than a conviction
Capturing every ounce
Of my begging heart
Mother to many, daughter to all
Let me be your comfort
The harbor in your shore
Lead me
Feed me
Be the answer to my prayers
Guide me
Walk beside me
In the waning of our years
by Clifford Woodell |
Categories:
daughter, hope, love,
I planted a lily
A long time ago,
And was given the chance
To watch the plant grow.
I'm sorry to say,
That chance I refused.
A delicate flower
Should not be abused.
It needs to be nurtured
With plenty of sun.
Not shoved in the darkness
Where damage is done.
I planted a lily.
I hope you can see.
That without my presence
A flower's set free.
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 Panagiota Romios |
Categories:
character, daughter, dedication,
Maria Elena
M-is for Motivated, that really is you.
A-is for Aliveness, all the year through.
R-is for religion,you are a lover of God"
and shows in all that you do.
I-is for Integrity, that honest spark,
that makes you,you.
A-is for the Alacrity'with which you get
jobs done.
E-is for Endurance in work, home and
play.
L-is for Love, which in reality, your
name should be.
E-is for Eager at each task at hand.
N-is for National, a woman proud uniquely
proud of this land.
A-is for Attractive, your skin, eyes and body,
that set men reeling.
July 27, 2019
Noon PST
by Panagiota Romios |
Categories:
daughter, devotion, love, moon, stars,
Times can change, even the heavenly stars and moon
can fall!
My heart belongs to one who gave me my daughter,
most of all!
August10,2019
11am PST
by Line Gauthier |
Categories:
family, history, pride, rose, tribute, women,
Great grandmother Rosa
Grandmother Maryrose
And Mother Roseann
Daughter April Rose
Granddaughter Kayla Rose
Granddaughter Ella Rose
Love all my Roses
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AP: 3rd place 2021
Posted on October 13, 2019
by Maureen McGreavy |
Categories:
love, mother daughter,
I knew
she loved me
when she confessed
her fear
she didn't
***
by Andrea Dietrich |
Categories:
christmas, happy,
The time is after midnight, and I’m in the moment,
thinking how another Christmas has come and gone.
My spouse and I are tucked in bed, warm and cozy.
Outside, white beauty coldly blankets our front lawn.
Snickers, our new dog, sleeps peacefully between us.
The cat creeps up beside me now. How I love her!
How trusting are these creatures God gives us - how pure!
Our cat lies down by Snickers. I hear her soothing purr.
The visit with our daughter and her family was nice.
With gifts, glad hearts and tummies full, we traveled home.
More memories to cherish; the old year passes.
In the moment - grateful - I finish with this poem.
by Brenda Meier-Hans |
Categories:
brother, fun, happy, mother daughter, sister,
I am mother (father) sister daughter
Favourite aunt, SELDOM rant
Pan Flute player, dragon slayer
Own nothing pink, at least I think
Teach Sunday school, kids find that cool
I am not to lean, I’m sure you’ve seen
Curly hair, I seldom swear
But if I do, God help you
Sing in a choir, now I’m on fire
Love my dog, I want a blog
I am very kind, at least in my mind
Love good movies, never been much of a sleaze
I just gave you a look inside my book
So for now I take a bow.
I am female
Sorry I just found a fluffy beautiful pink bath robe.
Written by Brenda Meier-Hans
11.06.2014
Frank Herrera’s Contest:
I am
2nd
by brandy wassam |
Categories:
age, beauty, birthday, celebration, christian, mom, mother daughter,
on this special day
I doest say
that thy mother is of graceful sort
it hath been said she is devine
and I do holdeth this to be true
now dearest mother may I be so bold
to tell you the sun still shinest on one so old
as true as this be
you still grasp your faith
like the roots of a tree
tis said you are wise
and this I have found true
the eye doeth grow deceived when it is drawn upon you
as your thoughts become known
only then your age is shown
by James Nichols |
Categories:
daughter, family, grandmother, life, love, mom, mother, mother daughter, day, day,
Every day she comes to visit her,
lifts the spoon to her thin lips.
Quietly she sleeps, silently she weeps.
Life arrested in its waning grip.
Every day she comes with hope
that something in her changes.
Silently she weeps, quietly she sleeps
The memories time rearranges.
Every day she comes and wonders,
will she wake today and speak?
Quietly she sleeps, silently she weeps
An imprisoned mind in body weak.
Every day she comes and touches
the woman like no other.
Silently she weeps, quietly she sleeps.
Maternal daughter, loving mother.
1/1/2013