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
Copyright © KP Nunez | Year Posted 2015
An angel gave wings to you so you can fly
Never will life pass you by
Toward the sky you will guide
Hovering above the world so high
On a cloud you sit as other's sigh
Never will you fall from the sky
Your angels taught you how to fly
Copyright © Linda walden | Year Posted 2014
A mazing child full of life
Unconditional relentless love
Touched by angels through the strife
Insightful blessings from above
Struggles with communication
Tries with joyful anticipation
Intelligence beyond the norm
Child of God within the storm
Copyright © Vince Suzadail Jr. | Year Posted 2013
I s a child to be heard?
N o one answers, as usual. The silence is slowly killing me.
S orrow, misunderstanding and these mourning memories,
I s this the way it is supposed to be? Since that fateful day, I have been a
G irl, lost in a whirl of tragic past, calamitous present and the fear of having no future,
N ever have I known what "family", "friends" or "fiends" mean, for
I have never made or heard of any.
F or I am thirteen, just as inconsequential as a dwarf planet, amongst boundless galaxies.
I live in misery, why won't anyone listen to me? I may be young, but I
C an converse, listen and see, and I
A m as normal as you are. So why
N ot give me a chance to prove myself?
C an you ever give me a listening
E ar? Is a child to be heard?
Copyright © Ashley Ho | Year Posted 2012
When I was only five
Heard mommy always's say
Angel keep being naughty and you won't make it to
Entry for Adam Hapworth's
Captcha Acrostic Contest
Copyright © Katherine Stella | Year Posted 2013
mommy do your journey
Why do I have to
do your journey
mother do your job right
mother do your journey
cook for your man
why should I
mother do your job
I am only sixteen
mother walk your own
journey why do I have too
wash every bodies clothes
including your mans
mother wake up
mother do your job
and raise me right
mother do your part as a woman
who has a responsibility
mother do your job
so your boyfriend can stop looking at me
strange I am only sixteen
mother were are you I am scared to go home
your boyfriend is home drinking and your not home
mother come home mother I cry because
your not home and your boyfriend is touching
off my breast
mother do your flipping job when you come home
cook clean please your boyfriend so I won't have to
were are you your boyfriends
penis is hurting me
I am a virgin
all this blood every where
I don't know what to do
mother were u too
I am scared
sitting here in this bed
s car is pulling in in the yard
nothing comes out It's because to late
the damage is done
oh child of mines I am sorry he abused you but you
are a women now
so please understand that my man did not want me anymore
he wanted you a
and I just needed him in my life
so the only way he would stay
is if he had you my daughter
tears of emotions
I can't even call you my mother
you need help badly
mother do your job
without me because I don't want
no parts of you and your crazy life style
I am sixteen
mother walk your own journey bye yourself
wake up you don't have
a daughter anymore
mother grow up and play your role
take responsibility for your faults
mother walk your own journey
mother I am gone
mother do your job
Copyright © sher-vawn robinson | Year Posted 2015
Self-Esteem destroyed; lost and never found
Engaged in unwanted advances; horror all around
X-Rated is the actions; the pain is something unable to forget
United are the demons, which created the mood to set
Audacity running through his veins; unable to see the fright
Losing all my dignity; fighting with all my might
Lusting for a purpose; one of the ultimate sins
Yearning for gratification; not thinking about the child within
Mortified beyond repair; a terrified child now resides
Open to the vulnerability; a perfect secret now to hide
Losing this perverted battle; feeling mute and all alone
Emptiness has now replaced, a subtle joyful tone
Silence I have learned; haunting memories hiding within
Trust I give to no one; for all of life is one big sin
Exiled from a childhood, that helped make me who I am today
Disgraced by the memories as I watched my childhood fade away
© Stacy Lynn Stiles
Copyright © Stacy Stiles | Year Posted 2007
Sense of humour, elevating our spirits
Musing over the simple things in life, rejoicing at what we find
Imagination stimulated, childlike, seeing the wonders in life
Light heartedness, laughing at one’s self!
Everything as it is meant to be, smiling, enjoying, the gift of life
Copyright © Amy Rose | Year Posted 2013
Halloween night of events
Alot of trick or treating
Lots of candy for eating
Love when they come to the door
Opening bags wanting more
Witches, pumpkins or a ghost
Each comparing who got most
Even the parents take part
Not admit their young at heart
Everything Halloween contest
Copyright © Kelly Zakerski | Year Posted 2013
Temper so beastly, troublesome and wild
Anger quite disturbing which isn’t defined
Nuisance and discomfort suffered by loved ones
Two or thereabout, the usual age for this display
Rendering everyone around alert and agitated
Unnecessary hostility, care givers undeservedly face
Markedly disappears with more years grown.
Copyright © Funom Makama | Year Posted 2016
Brave hearted, an ambitious soul
Raving beauty, tip of the knoll
Intellectually tops the poll
Thoughtful friend, able to console
Thinker, for deep answers she’ll troll
New adventures in her life stroll
Exceptional, she has big goals
Yearns for actions that make her whole
Copyright © Brent Cloyd | Year Posted 2014
Little angel came to me just before the dawn
A screech she did exhale followed by a yawn:
Charismatic, joyful happy soul shared her life with me
Every single day, month that has gone by:
Years she shines sunlight in my eye
Copyright © Danitra David | Year Posted 2014
S-peak not the truth, pleasant or not,
I-n my mouth, silence resounds;
G-ive me your smile and not a frown,
N-od your head and I’ll understand.
L-ift up my spirit as I do the rest,
A-ccept me for what I am and my weaknesses,
N-eeding your special love, care and sweetness,
G-od rewards you a thousand folds if you can give.
U-pbeat so much of your capabilities,
A-ll of us have something to share;
G-uide me to make the stars not out of my reach,
E-nigma of my strength is you, my God’s gift.
Sign language helps you to understand me,
for I am a child who is a hearing impaired.
Note: I composed this poem lovingly dedicated to exceptional kids especially the HI. May God bless you all.
Copyright © Galeo DS | Year Posted 2012
Infants are naturally propagators of this quality
No direct blend with vices and curiosity, also
Not knowing at all is a huge cover
Over such mind seemingly pure
Carnality is naïve even though it sticks around
Ego is still searching for shade to comfort in
Naughtiness and craftiness yet to rent in this mind
Completely far from participating in wrongs
Easy to detect but not only from countenance and outlook
Copyright © Funom Makama | Year Posted 2015
When I held you in my arms for the very first time,
Overjoyed that my baby boy was simply sublime.
New life that I had pushed into the world,
Darling son, oh how my emotions whirled.
Every day brought us something new,
Recording every moment as you grew.
Filling our lives with laughter and joy,
Unconditional love for our beautiful boy.
Love you forever my wonderful son.
Contest:- Wonderful Acrostic
Sponsor:- John Hamilton
Copyright © JAN ALLISON | Year Posted 2016
F- Forever live in faith
O-Oh my little one.
R-Render only to your heart
E-Ever trusting what you know.
V-Voice your beliefs.
E-Endure with desire.
R-Remember always who you are.
Copyright © Sharon Gulley | Year Posted 2015
D umbfounded by
H ow could he?
O ne more tragedy
O ver 25 bodies
K eep them in your prayer please, children of Tragedy
©Copyright December 16, 2012 by Brian Pierre-Alexander
© All Rights Reserved
Copyright © Brian Pierre-Alexander | Year Posted 2012
Tonight, save me and wife and child from thee
Haunted horror our home assumes to be
Enchanted with evils, souls hell has freed
Oh God, thy neck is tired and hard to hold
Tyra...my wife, and child walk old of cold
Hath they, the dark; homeless, grotesque and bold
Entered at ease our evenings to ahold
Reaping our grand estate as ghosts paroled!
Vanish thy presence, hither not, visitor
Ill souls, why bring forth this inquisitor?
She speaks to me a low and lurring breath
I notice now the fog below my breath...
To be or not to be, I question death!
Oh God, must I travel her telepath?
Reciting how death of sick wife and child
Seduced a rope that my neck so beguiled
Copyright © Johnny Sumler | Year Posted 2011
When out on the lawn green grass grew everywhere,
I knew in a moment that no snowman was there.
No child in the town would see a white Christmas.
The ice in the rink arrived man-made and fogless.
Excited boisterous children laughed and slip-slid around.
Rip-roarious the winter wonders in a warm southern town.
What fantastic fantasies fill malls in Florida winters?
Opulent brilliance, colorful lights bedecked and blinkers.
Noble elves work inside at each new on site workshop.
Delightfully watching children gleam with eyes all lit up.
Exceptional imaginations and a warm winter show.
Reality slips into fantasy as cherry faces start to glow.
Love in the air mingles with scents of bayberry.
Adults all around adorning, become merry.
Not one child misses winter in their Florida town.
Dependably on time, Santa always comes around.
© December 24, 2011
Copyright © Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen | Year Posted 2011
Helpless, and unexpecting.
Innocent then innocence taken away.
Loving and trusting children being made to
Do things against their will and having
Sexual things done to them.
Evil revealing itself in different ways and
X-pecting children not to say anything. an
Unkind and uncaring human being torturting
A defenseless, innocent child.
Long lasting effects of the
Abuse is what the survivor will endure all
Because some people are just plain sick and
Uncaring. full of threat
Sexual predators stay away; we wish. there's no
Excuse for hurting and sexual abusing a child.
Copyright © Lena Prince | Year Posted 2011
written 22nd March 2001
D is for the delightful child you are
A is for the angels that light up your way
M is for the manner you hold inside
I is for the independent gentleman I've raised
O is for the overwhelming warmth you bring me
N is for the loving nature within your heart
So delicate and precious
Touching my palms so sensuous
All you need to remember
Is mummy will be here, for ever and ever
Copyright © Denise Hopkins | Year Posted 2013
Cuddling up close to teddy,
Happy smile on her face she sleeps
Is she remembering the circus with
Lions and tigers prancing about,
Dancing dogs, making her dream complete
Copyright © SEREN ROBERTS | Year Posted 2013
Today....... we have to say goodbye one last time to you,
For us, your children, it has to be the hardest thing we've had to do!
I know you have left this body before us and yet it seems oh too real,
So many people who loved you,"praying for what they must feel."
We knew this day would come but not yet....it's way to soon.
Begging God for his mercy...."please help us by healing you."
The sun is shining like a warm July,
The patriotic flag waving high in the sky!
I can't help but think, maybe he did save you?
What actually went wrong, why did it happen so soon?
Our lives will never be the same, we'll never talk to you or even hear your voice,
As of today or even tomorrow we will never have that choice.
You have been the teacher of God's word and a child of his grace,
I'm sure the gates of heaven opened up and the Angel's have rejoiced.
But here on earth we are left with the memory and a pain I can't explain,
We cry for no reason, we don't understand what's left to gain?
Car's are lined up around the block, we look back as far as we can see,
Our Mom is so blessed by people she touched and her life a legacy.
Now entering your final place of rest, we're put to the test,
Bishop Jesse begins to say...what a beautiful day she gave us! For God's child to rest.
He say's we are "Celebrating" life of such a great woman of God,
She was a fishermen of men and a teacher of his love,
Her great hope was for all to follow his word.....let us pray,
So many turned their lives over to Jesus on this day.
Amen! She is still bringing people to know him even in his place of rest.
So to you Mom; Fly away my Angel! you are the best!!
Copyright © Julie Bosley | Year Posted 2012
People sharing life together
Every country, every land
All of us are in this together
Created for goodness and love
Every life is precious
Only fear can cause this kind of evil
Nothing good comes from suffering on this scale
Every person: man, woman, and child
All through the wide world should be able to
Remember a time without violence or pain
Truly knowing what it means to be safe
Heaven knows it is long overdue.
Copyright © Michael Campbell | Year Posted 2015
BRING BACK OUR GIRLS..........
Bestiality in human faces
Religion in disguised cruelty
Intolerance puts fetters upon morality
Never-ending bloodbath of humanity
Generations trapped in infinite cry for freedom
Brutality finds refuge in gothic arms
Affliction upon innocent souls
Concerned voices in the wilderness
Knell of terror in unison sounds echo
Ode to Sambisa occupies my mind
Under the forest in bondage dreams are
Reality that haunts mankind
Girlhood ruddled by stains of pains in captivity
Infinite cries, lies, pains, sadness………
Rationale for my anger
Let thy tears their doom spell
Silence already spoken.
Copyright © Chuma Okonkwo | Year Posted 2014
Curiosity brimming over the edge
Heart that only waits but never demands
Innocence in a glance pure and sweet
Laughter and glee over the simplest gift
Dear and earnest gratifications flow
‘Softly illuminating the wondrous glow
Cheerful in the future prediction
Heart brimming with endless benediction
Rivers of optimism stream and buoyantly flush
Inner being and outward joy a healthful blush
Santa Claus prances with excitement and glee
Tree dear tree how verdant is Thee
Manger of presents abundant yet meager
Awesome, accomplishing role of a giver
Swirling and twirling the soft snow falls
Youthful and innocent how it enthralls
Copyright © Euginia Liapich | Year Posted 2014
Frantically I scanned the thronging crowds,
Raging in my heart, blood pounded on my eardrums,
‘Is this my purgatory for some crime unknown in a past life?’, I wondered!
Growing dread cutting cold talons into my mind,
How could I let go of your tiny little hand baby?
Tears well up in my eyes, I cannot think clearly.
Empty womb convulsing painfully as I recall your birth,
No coherent words to describe how I felt.
Emerging from the nearby shop, your hands full of candy, I see you,
Drugged by relief, I clutch you to my bosom, never want to taste this fear again!
31st October 2015
For Poetry contest Dancing with Description
Sponsor: Casarah Nance
Copyright © Ajitha Sharma | Year Posted 2015
written 22nd March 2001
P is for your "petite little smile
A is for your bright "angle eyes
Y is for all the "yarns you tell
T is for the little "temper you have
E is for the "eternal happiness you bring
E is for the "endless laughter that follows
N is for the "nagging questions you ask
A is for your little muck "attitude
You are my petite little angle eyes
With a story behind every lie
Giving attitude to everyone
Except, the one you lovingly call mum
Copyright © Denise Hopkins | Year Posted 2013
M aternity the cry goes out
O bviosuly the babes being born no doubt
T rembling with anticipation
H ospital the birth location
E very parent panic torn
R elieved when child is actually born
B ouncing girl or little boy
A bsoulute the parent’s joy
B eaming down a smile so sweet
Y es parenthood can make both complete
F ainted on delivery room floor
A dead weight blocking off the door
T rembling as he comes to see
H is lovely child cute as can be
E xcited in the role he’ll play
R ewarded till his dying day
Copyright © Owen Yeates | Year Posted 2012
Chuckles and coo when happy
Hugs mama’s neck for comfy
‘Innocence’ is born from him I guess
Loves daddy’s chocolates and kisses
Divinely soul so pure
Copyright © manel gunatillake | Year Posted 2013