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dysfunctional

It’s my life not expecting you to understand it
A man who when he was a boy his mother abandoned
Alienated like I arrived from another planet
While you were with your family joking, laughing and eating a peanut butter sandwich
I was moved from foster families and children’s homes
Surrounded by people but feeling alone
 Everything I go through is some kind of building zone
Treated differently because I’m not wanted or loved by my dad, sister mum or brother
Feel like everyone trying to get to know me is working undercover
So the first thing I do is run for cover
Opposites attract I’m cold inside does that make me summer’s lover?
Being uncomfortable makes me comfortable
I feel safe being vulnerable
I’ll be the first to say I’m dysfunctional
Am I supposed to lie and say everything all great and wonderful?
Should I already understand and know it all?
You belittle me but I’m still growing tall
You wanted me to catch but you didn’t even throw the ball
An insomniac and I know Money can buy a bed but not sleep
But how much would a meaningful hug cost me?
I could wish and pray to the sky
But that’s just not me
Anytime love got me
It seems that Luck lost me
So I Push away the people I want to stay by my side
The ones who are worth your tears won’t make you cry
I could do 99 good deeds for you
But you would count the mistakes I make in life
So I don’t even try no more
I don’t cry no more
Love no one trust no one, **** them all
If you want to walk out my life. Here let me hold the door


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BROKEN HEART

The story is about a boy and his dad,
The father struck the boy every time he was bad.

It started when he was five, he was your average child,
His father screamed at him, to take away his smile.

The did not have friends, no sisters and no brothers,
His father first hit him, when he lost his mother.

You would know how he felt, if you saw his welts,
His father meant business, when he took off his belt.

The boy always dreamed, he could escape someday,
But when he looked at his father, he only saw one way.

The father would get drunk, play with his gun,
Then load the pistol, and aim it at his son.

Then take away his toys, hit him in the face,
Leave the place and disappear without a trace.

The father needed sympathy, so the child was used,
He thought of his mother, every time he was abused.

Then daddy would hug him, which made him feel confused,
He thought if daddy really loves me, then why am I bruised.

Seven years passed by, the father started to feel shame,
The boy got in trouble, the father knew he was to blame.

He knew he was responsible for all the boys pain,
So he quit his violent ways, he tried to make a change.

The boy was now twelve, he had few friends,
He was getting into things, his father could not comprehend.

The boy used drugs and alcohol to mend his broken heart,
He was only happy when he and his father were apart.

The father prayed, he could take his boys pain away,
He knew that eventually , the child was going to stray.

He tried everything in his power , to get the boy some help,
He could not help but feel , that he did it to himself..

The boy cared about nothing, he was always depressed,
His past was the reason, he was so stressed.

The father gave up, felt he had tried his best,
Then one night as he slept, the boy shot him in the chest.

So remember the next time, you go to raise a fist,
Things can come back to haunt you, karma does exist.


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My Parents

Every child has a parent and a story to be told, but not every child 
Has two parents, two parents of gold.

So unselfish, so giving, so much love never ending.
Always there for us, always in support of us,
Without any questions asked of us.

Down the road still living their lives for us.
They would never think of giving up on us.

We truly were blessed the day God gave them to us.
For his hand to mold, a parent worth gold,
Is a child's story that's rarely told.

For God has made them human that's a fact.
They fault, they sadden, they even sin in anger,
But, what my siblings and I have learned from our Mother and Father
Is no matter what, support one another.
For if one is falling, just be there to catch, without any questions asked.

Life is not perfect and we may not be our parent that our children see,
But, we'll make sure that they see gold supports their destiny.

Prevail, yes we will, because forever we behold not one, but two,
"Parents of Gold".       


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That Magical Guitar

One Night in a deep sleep
I heard it singing to me 
I woke and stood in amazement
Rubbed my eyes in disbelief
It turned to face me 
my heart began to race
but I was not afraid
I could feel it
a magical breeze of gentle music
somehow, someway I knew it was part of me
the rhythm, A sweet melody
it freed the little boy inside

Six strings playing that perfect hymn
that magical melody
it can never die

that magical guitar
playing with the glow of harmony
playing love and laughter for ever girl and boy

that magical guitar
its a special medicine for the world 
that magical melody
just listen closely
you can hear the rhyming chimes

that magical guitar
hold it in your hands
that magical melody
close your eyes let it sing to you

that magical guitar
with every strum
another child smiles

that magical guitar
with every note another childs walks
that magical guitar
with every chord played 
another child sings, dances, laughs and loves eternally

That magical guitar
and that magical melody


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You Touched My Heart

Oh how sweet and beautiful are the words
that you say to me, they stick to my soul
like honey to a bee.  They move me,
they soothe me, they let me live, for
it is you that I need and my heart
I will give.

You touched me like I never have
felt before, you start my heart breathing
so fast until I can hardly let go.
I feel your words like sand on a beach
they are still in my head and will never
decease.  Your words are so brand
new and alive, for they are the only
thing that is helping me to survive.

You touched my heart like no other I have
known, the way in which you love me
I wil never do you no harm.  Your words
is like an ocean running free, all I want
them to do is pour all over me.

You touched my heart like a child playing
with a toy, he love it so much because
it brings him so much joy. That is how 
you touch my heart, giving and bringing
me so much joy, it makes me feel like
a child with his new toy.

You touched my heart every day of my
life, that is why I do not care about all
the sacrifice. I wil do everything to make
you happy just as long as I know I am
the apple of your eye and that you will
do or say nothing to make me
cry.

You touched my heart from this day
forward, there can never be another
you because you are what I need and
it is me for you and you for me that
is the only way it is going to be.
you touched my heart.


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COOKIE MONSTER

There's a Cookie Monster 
Somewhere in my house
Cookies are disappearing
Too quick to be a mouse
Yesterday the jar was full
Is there something wrong
Tonight the jar's half empty
Where have cookies gone
I search from room to room
With a flashlight in my hand
I'm down to one last room
Where sleeps my little man
So I quietly open his door
Like a spy I sneak inside
In bed sleeps Cookie Monster
He's not even trying to hide
Crumbs still on his cheeks
And icing still on his lips
A huge smile across his face
He's dreaming chocolate chips

*Missed the contest but still did a monster poem

Date: 10-14-14


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Summer Time

Summer Time
and in the spring
the children sprout
growing up until they old
reminiscing on the past
(Summer Time)...
 So innocent and young
growing old and wise
telling true stories
to the children eyes
some young become old fools
just make sure its not you
Summer Time
and in the spring
the children sprout
growing up until they old
reminiscing on the past
(Summer Time)...


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God Bless The Child

God Bless The Child
By Nate Spears
Published 2013 in “Death OF A Rose” By Nate Spears


God bless the child that see’s no evil
The child that digs within his soul
To survive unpleasing
With pain never easing; just teasing

God bless the child that clashes with the Titans
The child fighting for existence
Steady fighting relentless
Relentlessly, 
Fighting the struggle
For what he believe is nothing
But he’s a child of god
So he’s blessed to be a front man

God bless the child that know not nothing
The child that comes to realize
That help’s not coming
Wondering the streets without a clue
Of what to do
Ignorance is all surrounding
Grief is all around them
Without any signs of peace

God bless the child that you conceive
Give them life
Give the strength
Let them find happiness in a world
Running thin on peace
May God bless
All his wonderful children.


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My Jasmine

Written for my beautiful Grandaughter,  at the time she was born   Peter

My Jasmine

Oh Jasmine you were born to be an angel
And one day with your love you’ll change the world
My child, you are your grand dad’s special treasure
My Jasmine you’re my wide eyed baby girl.

My Jasmine, they’ll not find another flower
Who could fill my heart with joy, the way you do
My child, you are a rare and precious blossom
No words could ever spell my love for you

I thank the blessed power, that she did send us
This essence that be you my lovely child
The love for you that dwells within my heartstrings
Is like a tender rose that’s growing wild

Oh Jasmine, you have made this old heart happy
Which surely be the story of your life
For where thee be, then happiness will follow
Your tenderness will rid the world of strife

3 August 1999


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With This New Day

I have lived, 
And felt the cost, 
Paid my dues, 
But I have lost_ You. 


 Still I pray, 
As chaos looms, 
And as my blue turns into grey, 
I hear__ 
The angels sing- In tune. 

 Don't be giving in, 
Don't give up my son, 
Or fade away, 
Lift your chin with the sun__ And rise, 
With this new day!. 

 I have lived, 
And felt the cost of all my wonderin ways, 
I've paid my dues, 
I - Have lost you. 


 I can hear the angels sing, 
Your in a mistaken land__ Lessons learned in truth, 
As the grey seeks out the blue, 
She will__ Your daughter my son--- 
She will return--- To You.

For I have lived, 
Felt the cost of all my walkin days, 
I've paid my dues, 
I- Lost you....


I wont be giving in, 
Won't give up my girl, 
Or fade away, 
I'll lift my chin with the sun--- 
And RISE-- 
With this new day...


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BIG YELLOW BALL

Oh, I went to America
My grandma to see
A big yellow ball was chasing me
On a flying machine
With a wide window
A big yellow ball wouldn't let me go

In Chengdu, China
Where I come from
There's no big yellow ball to ruin your fun
You can play outside
And feel so free
There's no big yellow ball disturbing me

Oh, At Grandma's house
We finally arrive
The big yellow ball has come alive
Without my help 
All by its own
The big yellow ball has found her home

In Grandma's back yard
Down on my knees
The big yellow ball makes me sneeze
I'd like to play outside
But it's hard to see
Cause that big yellow ball is blinding me

Oh, I come inside
To get away
From the big yellow ball that's here all day
It's so clear outside
There's no place to hide
From the big yellow ball it must be a mile wide!

*Through the eyes of a five year old. Obviously, the big yellow ball is the sun. In Chengdu, China it's rarely seen through the smog.  Poem inspiration came from this exact quote of the child, "I can't play in your backyard because of that big yellow ball"

3-8-14

Sponsor: Heather Secrest
Contest Name: Tell me a story 
 


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Antigone

I am the face of misery
My life, a dissonance of autumn and spring,
The years are written in the same
Lugubrious, nostalgic grey
How can it be the author to blame?
I cannot scream this all away…
Burn nor Bleed this all away…
To Death I am Ordained

Lacuna ever growing
With Velvet sheets of life flowing
Aeons apart of my "royalty"
Under the mask the cannot see...
Can you dispel this tragedy:
Antigone - Epiphany failing

If it must be…
Then just kill me,
(Antigone) sing me out of reality;
I wear this dissonant crown of shame
(Antigone) Of a kingdom's disdain
I hate to be this way... normalcy's bane
(Antigone) Here comes the edict, to blame
The sordid child of Thebes,
This is me,
Antigone

No words of hope
No words of hate
Do I have Lenore to send to me:
The sordid child of Thebes
Caught In the longest nightmare
life - the slowest way to die

I know this is my life 
But I'm not under control
under the mask the will see
Just Another Human

If it must be…
Then just kill me,
(Antigone) sing me out of reality;
I wear this dissonant crown of shame
(Antigone) Of a kingdom's disdain
I hate to be this way... normalcy's bane
(Antigone) Here comes the edict, to blame
The sordid child of Thebes,
This is me,
Antigone

If it must be…
Then just kill me,
(Antigone) sing me out of reality;
I wear this dissonant crown of shame
(Antigone) Of a kingdom's disdain
I hate to be this way... normalcy's bane
(Antigone) Here comes the edict, to blame
The sordid child of Thebes,
This is me,
Antigone

Can you dispel my life; this tragedy?
Can you control the storm in my mind?
I'm asking you: can you rid me
Of The Curse of Antigone?


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Coming From Where I'm From

Coming from where I’m from
By Nate Spears
Published 2013 in “Death OF A Rose” By Nate Spears


Coming from where I’m from
Every day is a battle to survive 
War is in session 
Right before our eyes

Each day we battle lessons
Just to be in the running for blessings
Coming from where I’m from
We move rapidly on missions

The dead is alive with every walk of the lifeless 
Limited income withholds wealth
The living is near death
Spirits are stripped of guilt

Coming from where I’m from
Deprived wealth
Creates bad health 
In occurrence to this 
Good feelings are killed


The worst gets exposed 
As times get worse
Financial situations become a disaster
No man on earth can rehearse
 
The world is broken
Hunger brings harm
Coming from where I’m from
Dictatorship is not fond

The environment brings the need to shoot
These activities loosens the roots
We’re grounded by values as thin as a pin
We lose ourselves at falling rates like bowling pens

No free passes
Prisons filled in masses
Separated by classes
Coming from where I’m from.



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Daddy Don't

Knocked up knocked down
Beat up and pushed around
Things ain’t gonna be, gonna be
The way they used to be

Because I got an equalizer
I’ll knock you in the head
I got a tranquilizer that’ll put you 
Straight to bed

So daddy don’t 
Daddy do
Daddy don’t you do the things
You use to do

Knocked up knocked down
Beat up and pushed around
Things ain’t gonna be, gonna be 
The way they used to be

You can kiss my ass 
And the trailer good bye
Mama said you was less that 
Trailer trash

So daddy don’t 
Daddy do
Daddy don’t you do the things
You use to do

Sheriff come round and says 
Your bound to die if you keep it up
So save yourself and don’t come around
What is done is done

But I swear if I see you again
It will be at the end of pointed gun

So daddy don’t 
Daddy do
Daddy don’t you do the things
You use to do





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Framed by Love

You asked me to make sure your husband didn’t drink that December day as I pushed your chair through glass-encased gardens. A friend in need you had always been, I could deny you nothing, but Paul lost it and left town when you died. Living just long enough to see your first grandchild born, it was a three-year battle before cancer put you in that wheelchair. Look at how lovingly Paul holds your hand here, standing by Chris whose smile lit our lives. Chris and I gave the eulogy together as you asked, but you knew that since Chris is with you now. Only weeks after your death did we learn of Chris’s cancer. Tell him I miss our travels as I embrace this photo with my heart’s frame of eternal love.
*For Sidney Lee Ann’s “Picture Frame” contest Dedicated to Jeanett, who saw her grandson born on Christmas before dying in January 2003. Our friend Chris died Christmas Day 2005. The photo makes me think how different life was when we spent all our free time together.


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A Tragedy at Midnight

And the clock strikes twelve
Her blood turns to ice
The crows are screaming
The child is sleeping
The fire licks her feet
As she silently prays
And the angels cry
And the corpses dance
And the lost souls
Are found at lasts
When the child wakes
To a ruin of ash
And sees the body
Of her mother
And the body
Of her father
And the body 
Of her sister
Picked clean by ghouls
As she drifts to join them
And then she stares
At her own dead body
Just laying there.


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The Things You Wish You Could Erase

Sitting on the edge of the bridge
Holding unto that bottle of beer
The same beer that he drank 
The night he killed those people
Flashback in his brain
Gripping unto the bottle
nearly breaking it
hes sitting behind the wheel
Picks up the beer bottle 
Takes another sip
He sees the car
But gently closes his eyes
The women slams on her breaks
Her son in the back seat
The cars crash
Her car rolls down the hill
His car slamming into 
The side of bridge gates
The gates holding him steady
He gently steps out of his car
Seeing the smoke 
A gray car laying in the river
Below the bridge hes standing on
He runs down there 
Running through the water
the top of the car barely noticable
He helps the young women out
Not knowing about the little boy
In the back seat
She yells
"my son... my son"
She points to the vehicle
She takes her last breathe
Lays there helplessly
The man drags the little boy out of the car
A scratch on his forhead
Not breathing at all
The man cries
Trying to wake the kid up
Knowing they are both up in heaven
He vanishes
Several years later
He sits on the bridge
Holding the bottle
Has a child of his own
A wife of his own
Waiting at home for him
His son an hour before 
Wanted to walk to the bridge
With him
But the man just said no
The young boy just stayed home
His father never came back
They found him 
Floating in the same river
The women and her son were in

~Dedicated to Tommy~


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Legacy

          Contemptuous 
While leaving village for thirty years

Accompanying my son to New York

Found a bawling child in a street

Bare feet, dirty addressed,  threatening look 

We could not compromise on his

Soul was hanged on sharp hook

Took him and played arbitrary role

Result gave me piercing shock

Finally was charged with blame

Of opening his confidence- lock

Had to leave him seeping tears

I received my son thankful cry 

How wonderful life under shady oak

Returning village, found child place

His shrieking father had took

I wished him a kindful son 

He yelped rudely, don’t poke

Don’t favor them but the best way

Is setting them in oxen yoke

We exchanged our lovely glances

Our love made us happy look.
zaeem yousaf


                                              


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We Counted You as Family

The tears burn my skin as they stream down my face
Dripping slowly to the floor
Crashing and shattering on impact
Just as the many pieces of my broken heart have done
You betrayed all of us
It did not matter that we loved you as our own, as family
Like a thief with no thought of the consequences
You stole something so precious 
You took away the innocence of my child 
Crushing it as if it were nothing more than dirt beneath your feet
You show no remorse for what you have done
Only sadness for the verdict that will send you away
An animal is what you are 
Stalking your prey and gaining their trust
Using their faith against them
Luring your victim into your clutches 
Then taking away the life that is within them
Even the title of child rapist is too kind for you
My beliefs are stained by the blackness of your soul
My heart is hardened by your selfishness 
The evil inside of you has demolished something within me
Yet it has not consumed me
You have no respect for the unity that we tried to share with you
We were merely a stomping ground for your greed and lust
Nothing you do can replace what you have taken from us
No pain that you suffer can compare to the agony you have caused us
You cared nothing for the laws of men or God
My faith is lost to many because of men like you
I can’t help but wonder how anyone could be so cruel


Copyright © 2010 Lena “Lolita” Townsend


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Promise of Love

Their dreams filled their heads
As they drove up the hill 
To the orphanage, they hoped and prayed
For a child that laid
Swaddled and warm
In a crib, to bring home on this day

But a little bit older,
The child seemed cold
Yet a smile was worn on his face
So the couple agreed
To love and to feed
This child they’ll take from this place

And though they have nothing
No money in the bank
No brand new house
But to the child they’ll give a home
As parents they swear
To give all love and to care
To treat this child as if was their own

The dark of the night
And the child he cried
A burning horrible wail
She’s a mother now 
And ran to his side
Her loving was not meant to fail

She took and she held
So tight, bosom swelled
As he hushed and fell back asleep
He’s her child now
So much love to allow
Her son, forever to keep

And though they have nothing
No money in the bank
No brand new house
But to the child they’ll give a home
As parents they swear
To give all love and to care
To treat this child as if was their own

He is a man now
With a wife of his own
Yet barren as his mom and his dad
To the car they had gone
A new road they’re now on
To the place he was as a lad

They plan to adopt
To share all they’ve got
Though nothing they have to their name
But it’s love that they’ll give
For a child to live
To grow happy and love just the same

And though they have nothing
No money in the bank
No brand new house
But to the child they’ll give a home
As parents they swear
To give all love and to care
To treat this child as if was their own


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NEED AN UMBRELLA

Dancing in the rain, drops on my face;
Not in a rush, I love this place.
Need an umbrella? I say not today
The kid inside, just wants to play

Jump in the puddles, really big splash
Childhood wonder, all day bash
Laugh out loud, as it's pouring down
I'm young again, on a merry-go-round

Soaking wet clothes, I'm such a mess
I really don't care, I must confess
Skipped work this morning, to be right here
As soon as I heard, skies wouldn't be clear

We grow up too fast, and we lose our awe
For the miracles in nature, Heaven's spa
I let my son skip school, he's making "A's"
To celebrate youth, make memorable days

So I'll pass on the umbrella, see my boy smile
Won't worry about work, or focus on style
Yeah.. just for today, I'll be a kid again
My son will never forget, what a day it's been!

Sponsor: Leonora Galinta
Contest Name: Poem with a theme of "Umbrella"


3-29-14


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The Revenant

Awake the child that ached for years
The frightened man, ashamed of fear
I hold too tightly to this place
The reverence that lead to waste

Silent virtue comes undone
The burning pain, and dying sun
I can’t recall what I did want
And all that’s left is dead and gone

Innocence was spent on pain
My mind was twisted; left insane
The heart that tried to rise above
Was left alone because it never could

Depth and silence masquerade
The embodiment of all I say
My shadow crawling closer now
As I begin to question how

The misery that took my breath
Refracts itself until my death
This mirror world that will not break
Reflects to me all of my mistakes

Awake the ice that I’ve become
This destiny has overrun
The fallen centuries that I’ve felt
And all the heartache I have dealt

The vision of a child is gone
The fearful man has come upon
The image of a dying world
What’s left behind – no longer held


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LETTER TO SANTA

He sat up late one night and wrote,
His heartfelt Christmas dream.
Dear Santa, I wont ask for much.
His eyes began to gleam.
I've got a baseball and a glove,
A rocket and launching pad.
I've got so many things to share,
But, I haven't got my dad.
He left us not to long ago.
He didn't even pack.
He went to heaven, Mommy said.
But, now I want him back.

I miss my Daddy.
I miss the way he holds my hand.
I miss my Daddy.
And I don't really understand.
I miss my Daddy.
I know he must be missing me.
If you can find him, Santa.
Please, put him underneath the Christmas tree.

He always hugs me when he leaves.
He always says goodbye.
I hope he wasn't mad at me.
It makes me want to cry.
It's not the same without him here.
Why did he go away?
My Mommy's eyes are always red.
She won't come out and play.
Dear Santa, I just want one thing.
The love that I once had.
I'll give you everything I own,
If you'll bring me my Dad.

I miss my Daddy.
I miss the way he holds my hand.
I miss my Daddy.
And I don't really understand.
I miss my Daddy.
I know he must be missing me.
If you can find him, Santa.
Please, put him underneath the Christmas tree.

I hope it's not to much to ask.
I hope I've made it clear.
My Mommy misses Daddy, too,
And wishes he were here.
If you can't bring him back to me,
I hope I'll understand.
You've always done your best, I know,
To make my Christmas grand.

I miss my Daddy.
I miss him every single day.
I miss my Daddy.
OH Santa. Why'd he go away?
I miss my Daddy.
I know he must be missing me.
Please! Find my Daddy, Santa.
And put him underneath the Christmas tree.

  




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OTHER WORDS FOR LOVE

OTHER WORDS FOR LOVE

Like snow, there are other words for love,
That swirl and fall upon us.
One of them is daughter.
Another is father,
For when his beard is salt and pepper
And his voice the sound of cracking frost.

So what can I say that is newly fallen?
Not that I feel, but that I am, with you?
You are my teacher.
You show me where my care lies huddled,
Hiding from the cold.

Without doubt or trepidation,
I am never more certain of this Being we are Becoming,
Than when I remind you to tie your shoe,
Or wipe the chocolate from your face.
(Watch, keys and phone.)

My rag polishes your mirror and
Reflected in your shining face,
Are all the moments that are yet to come:
Birth, death and the swirl of illusion inbetween.

With all the certainty I will ever need that this world,
This world is a good world.
This life is a good life
Simply and precisely, because you are in it.


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Angels Lullaby

Close your eyes and rest your little head,
Time has come for you to go to bed,
I will gently stroke your little cheek
Go to sleep; go to sleep.
Piglet and Pooh Bear under each arm,
For you know with them your safe from harm.
Restful sleep until the morning comes,
I will hum; I will hum.

Let’s ride your rocket over Saturn,
Come circle Jupiter and mars.
Venus; such a lovely planet,
See the Milky Way and all its stars.

See the lambs that you saw at the Zoo,
With your Piglet and your Pooh Bear too.
Ev’ry star you visit carve a notch,
I will watch; I will watch.
Time then for a quiet peaceful sleep,
Where the Angels your soul gently keeps,
Guarding there until the break of day.
I will pray; I will pray.

Brenda Meier-Hans 
09.01.2014
Contest: Poem not in PS congest #14
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Play with doves

After long day`s play
with doves ,they fly in the light
Let`s rest in the love


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Love Was Never There

BEFORE READING: Please note that this lyric has some mature content that some readers might find disturbing. Also read the side-note at the end of the poem before commenting...



My youngest memories was when I was eight.
Daddy would tuck me in on nights so late.
Gave me a surprise after every story.
Left the room and whispered he was sorry.

He said it was our little secret,
no need to tell a soul.
He said at night his love was lit
and he was in control.

Said I was beautiful
as my tears slowly streamed...

So much love to give it isn't fair
to keep it all to yourself.
I guess it was just the demons in you,
but love was never there

I barely stood four feet off the ground
as you said darling don't make a sound.
I was too young to understand,
what made daddy feel like a man.

Hearing footsteps in the hallway,
I pretended I was asleep.
Hid my face, and then hear you say,
"This will all just be a dream."

Said I was beautiful
as my tears slowly streamed...

So much love to give it isn't fair
to keep it all to yourself.
I guess it was just the demons in you,
but love was never there.

Wish I could believe you when you said you cared.
My heart was on my sleeve
and I kept it in all these years.
But love was never there.

Heart turned black as coal,
when the demons took your soul.
This is your choice to choose.
It was your own flesh you abused.

Made me believe this was special,
but a quick pleasure was your goal.
Took advantage of me,
now I'm older and finally see.

Images haunt me to this day.
Therapy don't make it wash away.
Wish I could believe you when you said you cared.
But love was never there.



NOTE: I just wanna have you know that is fictional. This has nothing to do with me or anyone I know. I happen to watch a great deal of Law & Order SVU and the stories they tell just get to me. I try to put myself in the shoes of the small child suffering from abuse... I'm sorry if I made anyone uncomfortable by posting this (unfortunately this isn't something out of The Twilight Zone... it's something that really happens).


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Regaining power

Regaining Power.

He walks a lonely road, with his head there in the clouds
And he doesn’t even notice passing strangers
He’s been here ‘bout a thousand years forever all alone
And he’s always looking out for passing danger.

Invisible sometimes he feels, so he tries to seek the glory
As the child calls out in panic “I am here
They have taken all my power so my blossom will not flower
And all around I’ve built a wall of fear

But it’s his pain it is his game
As he prowls around his cage
He lives in vain, is he insane?
And fear ignites his rage.

The truth be plain, the lions mane is what he must acquire
The little boy he must regain his power
And tell the world “I’m here, I’m here” and feed the burning fire
It would take this much to open up his flower.


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WAITING

We are waiting, we're waiting here
Longing to cross the sea
We are waiting, we're anticipating
To be near you, your face to see

We are flying, we're flying there
Like a bird across the sky
We are flying, it's so exciting
Thoughts of you, take us high

Can you hear, can you hear us 
We're coming down the hall
Can you hear, we're very near
We speak your name in southern drawl

You come running, you are running
Around the corner our eyes meet
You come running, for us your gunning
With pitter patter of precious feet

No longer waiting, no one is waiting
You are near, your face we see
Soon let's go flying, it'll be exciting
Let's go home, and be a family!


Sponsor: Anne Currin
Contest Name: Any Poem/Any Subject
Date: 4-28-14


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A Silent Prayer

Was written on 9/11/07, dedicated to all the families of victims.


Many have died on that fateful day September 11, 2001
The pain in our hearts for those we’ve lost
The loss of so many precious lives it has cost
Everyone my heart goes out to you
Many tears will be shed
In each town, and city around the USA
For each  brother, sister, husband, wife, son, daughter, 
mom and dad, grandchild and friend
All of this is so very sad
So may America bow their heads right now and say
A silent prayer for everyone today.