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 Mrs. atmosphere
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...
Copyright © Andre Sanders | Year Posted 2012
It’s funny how my father’s hobby became mine. He has been a sportsman all his life, he played basketball, volleyball and softball all his youth, but his real passion is soccer and even though he is 55 years old now, he still keeps playing it and loving it. He has had all kinds of cleats, all brands, all colors, different styles, but it does not change anything, he still plays amazing. But one thing I do find hilarious is that every time he comes from a game, he cleans his cleats, he washes them and takes them with such an unbelievable affection, that I’m beginning to think that he might love them more than he loves me, but now I do know the feeling of a new shiny, hard and beautiful pair of cleats. I still recall when he took me for my very first pair, I could not believe he was doing it for me, I was so excited, but now I realize that what I was excited about is that I could be like my father for just a moment when I had them on. Ever since I was little, I remember my daddy playing soccer, leaving home all dressed up, ready to fight, and win the ball to make a remarkable roll on the field. The playing field that we both love, the field all covered in grass, all green, so delicious and soft, so colorful… being crashed by everyone’s cleats and the rolling ball, feeling the sunlight on our skin, and the wind on our faces. Having a team, an extra family with whom we could find support and create new ideas, new plays so we could smash the opponent. So yes, I loved watching him play and cheering him up more than I could ever like watching official and famous soccer teams. I do find funny the fact that my father’s hobby became mine since everyone says we’re too similar, and even though he also has a son, his daughter is with whom he shares that connection. I love the fact that our simple relationship was started thanks to such a manly sport, and curiously, to transform me into such a girly girl.
Copyright © Andrea Aldana | Year Posted 2012
Mommy's and Daddy's precious little angel
It was very late about 2 in the morning
You woke up crying for mommy
I rocked you back to bed
You fell asleep on my chest
As I listened to you breathe
And the sound of your heart beat
I thought about
The day we met and how I just couldn’t believe
What a perfect little angel God was letting me keep
The moment I heard your first little cry
My heart and body let out a sigh
I was so relieved you were here and healthy
Everyone there rejoiced in your presence
Because a little angel was just sent to earth from heaven
As days passed on and mommy grew tired
Something more beautiful happened
You continued to light my heart on fire
My love and heart belonged to you
And each and every day our bond had grew
Now every time I see your adorable smile
The thought of leaving your side hurts even for a short while
My dearest baby girl
The light of my soul
I know one day you’ll move on as we grow old
But these days when you fit so small in my arms
I will cherish for eternity and beyond
Just remember when you are all big and grown
That mommy will never forget
The sleepless nights when I held you close and watched you sleep
Because these are the most perfect moments I will forever keep
When you were born you filled my heart with pride,
And I was overcome by the joy I felt inside.
As I held you in my arms that very first day,
I knew I would never let any harm come your way.
With your tiny little hands and tiny little feet,
Everytime I look at you my heart skips a beat.
As I watch you sleep in the middle of the night,
I hope and pray I will do everything right.
I know I may make some mistakes along the way,
But I promise to do my best not to every single day.
I often wonder what you will grow up to be,
But whatever you become will be fine with me.
So whatever you may decide to do in your life,
Maybe an astronaut, a lawyer, or even a doctor's wife.
I can say this without any doubt at all,
I will always be there to catch you if you fall.
And another promise I make to you from me,
Mommy and Daddy's little angel you will always be
In dedication to our wonderful little pride and joy
Alizma N Lopez entered our world 4/14/2013
Copyright © katrina nephew | Year Posted 2013
A story to tell
A story that never been told,
Not new though, neither old,
A bout treasure of pure Gold,
Nicely kept, beautifully hold,
Wrapped in a blessed shroud,
Not to be found by digging!
Only by prayers to the Lord.
The old man is determined,
But, no signs yet, no traces,
Distressed, wet and cold,
He didn’t stop, refrain or hold,
Hope kept him firm and bold,
Hope will lead him to his bond.
One day he struck luck!
He struck the concealed, hidden gold,
He shouted… O’ my generous Lord,
It is my girl; it is my soul, my fond,
She is glittering more than Gold,
With happiness inside,
He prostrated to God and bowed.
Copyright © abody benali | Year Posted 2014
I love my family from the core of my heart
From a far off distance and miles apart
Being a daughter is the best feeling
A family which is very understanding
I love my family
My dad,who is a superhero
My mom,who is above all
My sister,sweet loving and caring
My brother,who will be fighting but with lot of love and care
My grandfather,who gifted me on my first birthday a cute bear
My grandmother,who took care of me when I was sick
My aunt,who was there with me through out my thin and thick
I love my family,I love my family
Copyright © Mansi Bharat | Year Posted 2015
My father had this car, not very expensive but very fast. It was old, it was squared, it was blue… a Grand Marquis it was. My dad used to wash it whether it rain, snow or shine. It was right on the garage, I remember, not too close, not too far; it was nice and clean, it was his most special thing. It was old; it was a blue squared Grand Marquis. He loved to drive it, he loved to race it, and everybody in the family embraced it. A day came by, the Grand Marquis he let me drive. At first, I was nervous, I was stressed, I was pretty upset; at last, I was excited, I was thrilled… I was fascinated. This was my first time I drove a car, and even it was my first driving experience, it wasn´t so hard. I loved it, I raced it, just as my dad used to train me. Suddenly, technology came by my door and a portable telephone was installed on the floor. It was the first “not home phone” that I saw, It was the first portable phone in my home. It felt strange, it felt kind weird, it felt as if the world was getting newer and newer, and I was getting older and older, it felt as if the world was spinning and spinning and I was steady and steady; it felt so strange that when I realized, it had went out of range. My father used to race, he loved speed, he loved adrenaline, and of course… he loved me. My mother got scared when he drove the Marquis, she used to scream, shout, yell and cry, she used to dislike it and get out of it, she used to get cranky and sometimes angry. Then, another new artifact came by. What? A trailer horn? Yes indeed, a trailer horn was put in place. There it was, this shiny brass, there it was, this noisy trash. We used to have fun with it, I remember, I remember; we used to laugh scaring people, Oh medieval boys we were! So there it was, this lovely car, shinny, brilliant and old. It was lovely, it was squared, a blue Grand Marquis it was. I would remember it forever, I would never forget it, I would save all the memories and I would smile when the memory come by. With or without the artifacts… we would miss it, we would miss it.
Copyright © Carlos Villarreal | Year Posted 2012
A father means so many things......
A understanding heart,
A source of strength and of support
Right from the very start.
A constant readiness to help
In a kind and thoughtful way.
With encouragement and
Forgiveness no matter what come's your way.
Copyright © shantae Ortega | Year Posted 2013
She lost her dad when she was only one.Now she's fourteen and feeling alone.
Feeling depressed not knowing who he was,asking questions what did he do,where was he from,how did he act ?
As she set there with all the questions going through her mind.Wondering was he like me ,was he a good dad?she just feels so mad.
Not knowing what he was like,making her heart ack each night.losing her dad so young,it isn't fun.
She has a step dad who has raised her since she was one ,who she loves with all her heart,but its not the same.All she has is a picture of him in a frame.
As she sits there wishing he was here
so she could say hi for the first time ,but she knows that wont happen so sad looking at his grave wondering why God had to take him away..,,,
Well at least he's in a better place way up in heaven space where angels fly and nobody cries.......but I'll always have questions flowing through my mind,,,,,,
Copyright © Crystal Stewart | Year Posted 2014
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
Copyright © Sheena Casanova | Year Posted 2013
As I sit here all alone, nothing on t.v. and nobody on
As crazy as it may sound, my heartbeat is the only
While living here in town, I should just enjoy the
peace. I often hear in the distance, the sirens of police.
One man down, the other takes flight. This is the ruins
of another senseless fight.
A child loses a father, a mother loses a son, all to a
coward who chose to use a gun.
A void in their hearts no one can fill. Only in time, their
pain will heal.
As this coward sits to unwind, he's haunted by his past. It's
fresh in his mind.
As he ponders on the choice he has made, this is one
memory that will never fade.
All he could think of was his family and what he's done. His
child loses a father, his mother loses a son...All behind his
choice to use a gun
Copyright © Anissa Turner | Year Posted 2015
A Young Beautiful girl with so much spirit in her to lift the soul
With blissful hopes to come she would become a queen they did not want
Many loved her beauty as a child but her step mother
Of a selfish dander king family did not like her at all
They wanted all but wrong for her and to lock her in a chamber with ash
And dust that filled the air
Far away from society king wanted because they felt she was from rags in poor
Stead of riches and wealth a lonely child from the cottage where
The king’s witch of a sister raised her.
She became a slave scared to face the king’s wicked sister
She abide by what she was afraid to go
With a single tear she longed to be free and become
Something more than an average girl.
But a girl that rises up from the hate and dander rules set by one world
She wanted to be free to be loved and liked for what she believed in
As the days went on she grew stronger and rising from the pain in her heart
And by the twisted society by her step moms brother who wanted nothing
But sorrow and to be down in the dumps of rags
She took a stand for freedom a stand for love and never backed down
From her past she kept on fighting a battle which seemed endless
As she looked to the moon crying out with screams that echoed in the forest
Sounding so loud half a forest could hear
She took the dagger and the shield took it to her heart and utter words like these
Lord of the sky’s guide me today and give me much more strength
Then I had yesterday and as my will to rise be ever strong may I not rest
Till this dander evil king is no more
She went off and into the castle she snuck into with mighty dagger and shield with the heavens by her side she struck him out and proclaimed freedom and love to all this is a girl truly rising faith and all that stands for what’s right a brave girl that rises from hate
this is a girl rising up from the pain
Poem story for contest( Girl Rising )
by brian otoole 8-05-13
Copyright © Brian Otoole | Year Posted 2013
Standing in the center of my father’s village
Is a mysterious corn mill
Which produces the worst of flour
Even when served with the best of corns of the land
So in hunger, his offspring always weep
Across the coast off my father’s village
Lies this giant but old corn mill
Which receives grains from father’s fields
To produce flour, honey and milk
To serve and fill the mouths of its offspring
Sometimes to the benefit of those not his offspring
So why should the corn mill of my father breed the worst?
Without a lesson from him that mills across the coast
While the children of the land grow pale and frail
The pawpaw’s bridegroom dances and waves
Is it the chorus of the tunes that spreads loud from its wings?
Or it’s a heritage that needs to be preserved to appease the gods
So when would the miseries of my siblings come to rest
Should I send spies to the corn mill we were once forced to build
Or awake the doors of the gods with a penny
To discover the corn mill and my father’s destiny
Copyright © Prince Assandoh-Mensah | Year Posted 2014
I am a daughter of an army soldier,
I am stronger and bolder than all other children.
I have seen fathers give their children goodbye kisses every time,
And promising that they will come back sometime.
My father has been serving in the army for 18 glorious years,
Every time he used to miss my birthday party, I held back my tears.
When on leave he used to come home,
In my mind a fervent excitement used to roam,
He had a saga of army experiences,
And I used to tell him about my Sports Day performances.
I never understood why he used to get upset on a layer of dust on his uniform,
As it was just a piece of green cloth covered with medals and stars.
I used to wonder on what was the difference between my school uniform and his uniform?
For him it was not just a uniform,
It was his pride and honor.
It made me believe how much he loved his uniform.
Whenever he goes back after leave,
A handful of sorrow sinks in my heart.
Mom always says that brave girls don’t cry
And these motivational words lift my spirit high,
As we sighed and said goodbye.
Life may not be easy for a daughter of an army soldier,
But I have now understood that,
Life is not a journey,
The journey is life.
Copyright © Tvishaa Gandhi | Year Posted 2016
I know, I may not be a perfect daughter,
but you always made me feel so,
I know I don't listen to you ever,
but you always gave me the freedom to do so.
A father, a friend, a guide,
you played every role in my life,
I know I trouble you a lot,
and you always allow me to do so.
I can be whatever I am, when I am with you,
I can act childish and share anything in the world with you...
I know I cant be the way you are, but you have always inspired me to do so,
I know, I may not be a perfect daughter, but you always made me feel so.
Dr. Rujuta Sanap
Copyright © Rujuta Sanap | Year Posted 2015
We began so little and young,
Life beat us bad and twisted our tongue.
You and I walked a pretty rough road I can say
When you stumbled I was always there to make you stay.
Stay and not give up, I didn't give up on you than, so I wont give up on you now,
We danced our life so brutally and softly, but this time you didn't look my way and bounced.
I thought we would go on like this forever, but I guess like people say,
Nothing lasts forever.
Copyright © Roman Chebukin | Year Posted 2012
Dear Father Holy Spirit and Son
You turned what could have been a tragedy into a special day of fun
You got me off the interstate before my tire came off
And turned things into a miracle instead of being rough
First you sent 3 angels to protect me and watch over me until help arrived
They suggested i call the police to keep my truck from being hit and to help me survive
I said oh ok and did what they had said
But when the police got there i turned my head
The angels said they would stay until help came
And when it did they disappeared i just wasn't the same
I realized it was angels and you that had saved my terrible day
You took what could have been very bad and made me happy not sad
In a miracle way you turned sad into glad
When the policeman said it would cost 125 dollars to be towed 100 feet
I was disappointed and almost stomped my feet
But when the tow truck driver came i said how much will it be
He said 125 dollars and i said i don’t have it you see
Then the officer called him into a corner to discuss
And the tow truck driver came back and said ok i will do it with no fuss
He went ahead and towed me to a safer area not far away
And because of these 2 miracles father you made what was terrible into a great day
I eventually got towed to firestone to get my truck fixed fairly fast
And now i have my truck back and pray it will always last
So thank you father for showing me your care and your love
And thank you for sending the heavenly angels from above
Written by michael james kolter
Copyright © MICHAEL KOLTER | Year Posted 2015
Nigeria is my fatherland
where heroes are breed
there i was born among soldiers
i schooled and married in my father
my fatherland is the origin
of many great leaders
who never sleep while others slept
they walk in the air and,
gravity pull them not
pretty women with unfaded skin, very
are made there
all hail to our fatherland, Nigeria
my fatherland is the giant of Africa
it lay in the west coast of Africa
surrounded by green grasses and
i am the first born of my fatherland
first a citizen of Nigeria
before other country
hard work is our legacy
service is our policy
our hospitality strangers admires
and faithfulness and honesty our aim
come home to fatherland brother
let us work together
to keep Nigeria Together
it pays to be together.
ALL RIGHT RESERVED JOHN CHIZOBA
Copyright © john chizoba vincent | Year Posted 2014
From Rusizi in Rwanda
lies a historical site that is linked to the Musinga history,
a palace next to the elegant tree (umuvumu) in the Rukali village
behind the Kamembe Airstrip in Rusizi district
our roots are in Nyanza and in Moba,Tanganyika
we are from the Abega clan
From the great warriors Makara, and Mutezintare
The great chief Rwakagara, great-aunt Nyiratunga - Queen-Mother
The situations among our families divide us
The situations out of our control spread us all over the continents
With the same Surname- Musinga
But different dialects (languages)
Forget our language - Kinyarwanda.
Our Umugabekazi (Queen Mother) Nyirauhi V Kanjogera,
Our King Mwami Kigeri IV Rwabigi
Our uncles Ruhinankiko and Kabare
brother of Kanjogera and Mbanzabigwi
Grand Father Yuhi Musinga ya Ndahiro.
Queen Kankazi, Mother of Mutara III Rudahigwa
King Mutara III Rudahigwa Charles Léon Pierre and Queen Rosalie Gicanda
Son of King Yuhi IV Musinga and Nyiramavugo Kankazi Redegonde
No let me stop, the tears are running out of my eyes.
Copyright © Seth Yuhi Musinga | Year Posted 2015
You are my inspiration
You are my belief
You are my life
You are my relief
You stand before me
You give me an embrace
You show your unconditional love
You present your grace
You make way for success
You guide me like thee
You help me throughout
You make me smile for free...
You give cute expressions
You give excellent suggestions
You give me motivation
You show your determination
You are my father
You are my friend
You are great
You love me till the end..
Copyright © Aashima Bansal | Year Posted 2015
A Man will admit to his wrongful doings & not commit to lifestyle of a fool,
A Man takes pride in strength & uses his mind to be his exercise tool,
He is not the person to be rude to define his mite,
A Man is not a burden but the reason for life,
He lives to be for certain,
He will make sure his responsibilities are kept,
His habits are; victory, thought provoking, self sufficient,
Even though Men struggle... A Man will guarantee a will "to make it,"
In fact A Man will make sure his name is mention with exceptional etiquitte,
So when you see A Man with his family his manhood will be evident,
When you look into his face you will see the greatness in his eyes,
A Mans creation is heaven sent,
And not just some guy,
His expression will show a hidden direction,
A smile that displays a beautiful struggle but don't just look at him & stare,
Wonder what it takes to be A Man in a world surrounded by beautiful females & how beneficial it is to have Men here.
Copyright © Kamal Al-Adil | Year Posted 2012
Once upon a time, there was a king who ruled the kingdom of love, no people in it, just butterflies and doves. His majesty grows older; he started looking for a heir of his own flesh to rule the kingdom. One day a ghost named 'funny Vanessa' came to him on moonless night to tell him that the true heiress is life and sound, and her optional hideout is now over. A year later the king reunited with his heiress, he hugged and squeezed her into his chest and cried from the inside, as kings are not suppose to weaken and seep tears. One day while contemplating at the butterfly doom, the ghost showed up and sang him a poem written by the peace loving dove on an Egyptian papyrus:
What a beautiful world, what an awesome year,
What a colorful days I see, so musical I feel and hear,
No more wonders, pains, sorrows, puzzles nor fear,
Skies are so light blue; rivers are so crystal clear,
The days that just went by, is like breeze of fresh air,
Pure and genuine love, the king and his daughter share
Laughter, Delight finally dried up the oceans of despair,
Joyous and festive days the king of love forever adhere,
That his dearest shining star is so touchable, is so near,
Like spring velvet sun rays, sprayed from up there,
His majesty's seed of love is now mature and sincere,
Like a tree of glory, so colorful, sweet fruit she bear,
Then his majesty prayed:
May your days my heiress and your family be full of joy and cheer.
Copyright © abody benali | Year Posted 2014
March first, you are the best
What a one, what a beautiful one.
Oh God, I got reconnected with the one.
Today is the day I have long waited for.
Today I found my C. T, the missing golden ore.
Today I found my missing soul.
Today i will joy, dance, drink and roll on the floor.
Wonder! Am I awake, or still am I dreaming.
Is it true? or am I hallucinating?
It got to be true! It got to be her!
I find it hard to believe.
The missing part of me is a life and somewhere there.
When I lost her, I lost myself, I lost my soul.
Just don’t know what to say,
may be to thank god and pray.
JUST can’t wait to see her, hug her, and squeeze her into my heart.
I was a life, but actually not living.
How could a man live with have of him missing?
You can’t imagine how empty my life was.
Copyright © abody benali | Year Posted 2014
A long gaze
out the window
you see the cold road
covered in bright
white winter snow
as the cold wind blows
you hold close
the hot mug of chocolate to unfroze
your tingling fingers and toes
tiny balls of marshmallows floating on top
like fallen snow balls that drop
to fill the stockings up with presents
this time of year, is about spending time
with family and friends, peers
as the nights drawing in
my son's was making his
i see how happy he his
and i feel like the kid
holding his dreams, as i kiss
him good night
dressing up as Santa for the night
the feeling of Christmas morning, as a child
now as a farther i get to see my child’s smile
hands frozen from making our snowman
grab the hat and scarf take a picture that will last
for ever that's how i can relive this moment
in this poem
as we watch as Rudolf reindeer
flying over the night sky
the family round the table festive cheer
as the night
closes drinking wine and beer
laughing and joking
gone has another year,
breathing in the heated air
as I'm falling asleep in grandpa's chair......
Copyright © Jamie Walker | Year Posted 2014
What Happens to Fathers Who Just Don’t Care
When They Leave Are They’re Heads Held High in the Air
Do They Laugh and Scoff at Whats Wrong or Right
Does the Guilt Strangle Them Like a Venomous Bite
Do They Hurt or Cry for What They Have Done
Do They Think of the Child That They Have Shunned
Maybe They’re Minds are Led to a Darker Realm
Where Guns and Suicide Take the Helm
If This is the Case Then I Must Digress
Police are Left Cleaning up a Gruesome Mess
What About the Fathers that Return Years Past
Is the Bond Forever Broken like Fragile Glass
Some May Stay Hurt Some May Forgive
Without the Bond of Fathers Some Truly Never Live
For These Poor Souls I Have One Thing To Say
Keep Your Head Held High and Your Anger Astray
Live By Morals In Your Life Take a Chance
Don’t Miss What You Don’t Have By Selfish Circumstance
Copyright © Brandon Samuel | Year Posted 2014
Thou shall not pull thy sisters hair. Thou you shall chew thy food.
Thou shall not stay out until Midnight. Thou shall be in a better mood.
Though shall not answer me back. Thou you shall brush thy hair.
Though shall not wear that in public. Thou you shall behave in here.
Thou shall not give me cheek and run as fast as thou art.
Though shall not rush thy homework. Though you shall begin from the start..
Thou shall not scream at every opportunity no mater if thy lungs be strong.
Thou shall not dance in tantrum. Thou you shall stay home where you belong.
Thou shall not eat me out of house and home. Though you shall get a job.
Thou shall not sit round like a bum. Thou you shall turn into a slob.
Thou shall not fight with your sister. Thou you shall give her a cuddle.
Though you shall not bunk away from school. Or Thou shall be in a muddle.
Thou shall not make noise while soaps are on, if you know what's good for thy ears.
Thou shall not blame your brother, Thou you shall see his tears.
Thou shall not ever worry, Thou I am here for you.
Thou shall not ever be sad. Thou you shall be happy It's true.
Thou shall not ever fret, even though we shall have our fears.
Thou shall never be alone. Thou you shall know we care.
Thou shall always have a life, Though u shall be happy and care.
Thou shall not have a problem alone. Thou you will know we are near.
Thou shall not take for granted, That shall be full of pride.
Though shall never wish for more, with thou family by thou side
By Shirley Moody
Copyright © Shirley Moody | Year Posted 2011
I had some thoughts of you today
Memories of why you walked away
A few extra pounds,
And I cut my hair
gave birth to our child
But,you didn't care.
I'm up late at night nursing "our"child
while you're out with your friends
and the girls that go wild.
To tired to walk or exercise right now
Oh baby please, just give me awhile.
My long flowing hair,it flows "no more"
It's short and it's stylish, the rest lays on the floor.
I care for "our" home, wash clothes and make meals
Take care of "our" child,and put her to bed
You walked away from "your" princess it seems,
to go fulfill your fantasy and schemes.
Another lady with long flowing hair,
A perfect body and not a care.
No-one but you is important in life.
Thank God that you left.
Now go on with your life.
Copyright © Agnes Bugeja | Year Posted 2014
She's daddy's little girl.She misses him so.
She has tears wrinning down her face.He's
there to wipe them away.She can't see him
or hear him.But she knows he is there.She's
daddy's little girl.She misses him so.She
tries to hold on tight.
Copyright © sarah unnever | Year Posted 2008
In recognition of their fathers, son,
mothers, brothers, daughters, aunts,
uncles, cousins, friends, wives, and
husbands they pledge their allegiance
to the flag of the United States of
America and to the Republic for which
it stands, one nation under God, indivisible,
with Liberty and Justice for all. They hand
over the little time they have left, promising
to serve and protect, to obey commands
when given, and to die fighting if necessary.
Months later they are shipped off to war and
sent out to the battle field. They witness
horrors we could never imagine, face dangers
we could never understand, and take risks we
never knew existed.
And while I appreciate their work, admire their
effort, and understand their reasoning... I want
to know, Daddy, when are you going to come
home? See, I've been counting the days and
Sophia just learned her weeks! And you're late...
I sit and the door everyday and wait.
I hope this letter gets to you,
I hope I see you soon,
Love Always an Forever,
Your baby girls
Oh! And, by the way, Anna just lost her first teeth
and the tooth fairy-
There was someone at the door and mom left me
home alone to pick Anna and Sophie up from soccer
and he was wearing your uniform... He said you won't
be coming home anymore. He said you were KIA. So I
guess this letter won't reach you and I guess you won't
take me to the Father Daughter Dance next week or see
me grown into a woman or walk me down the aisle at my
wedding. And I guess I don't need to write this anymore
because you'll never see it but I want you to come home,
I want to see you in your uniform, I want you to come home
and never leave again!
So I guess until then... I'll just wait.
Because I just can't believe you were KIA.
Copyright © B. Ariel Moreno | Year Posted 2015
This is a poem about child abuse so if your against it please vote and comment thanks you and hope you like it.
Oh no daddy's home!
Where should I hide?
In my closet ,no that's where he found me last time.
Under my bed,no that's where he pulled me out by my legs and hurt my head.
My name is Kelly I'm only eleven.
My daddy come home from drinkin
And gives me a beaten.
He blames me for momma leaven.
Oh no here comes graving me by the hair,I'm so scared...
Daddy please stop it hurts I yell ,but it don't help.He throws me and I hit the wall,where I fall.
Daddy I scream I'm sorry for momma leaven ,now I feel my head bleeding,but he doesn't stop.as tears tears fill my eyes I sit here and cry .
He pulls the blade out and sticks it to my neck,I try to plead for help,but can't breath as the blade cuts..so this is it as I hit the floor,closing my eyes,I see the light.well at least daddy can't hurt me no more tonight. Ill be with momma in the sky.well I guess this is good bye as daddy just killed me tonight.i should have told someone he was beating me every night,but hey God wanted me right away.So as I take my last breath I just wanted to say,tell someone before its to late and your in your grave.
Hey just wanted to say I cried writing this poem so I hope comment tell me what u think thanks and vote.
Copyright © Crystal Stewart | Year Posted 2014
Tall as the Iroko
Strong as the lion
Kind as can be
There to inspire
His strenght to lend
In my time of need
Yet quick to correct
Guiding me to maturity
I love you indeed.
Copyright © Laura Nnakwe | Year Posted 2013