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Details | Free verse | |

My Son Moon and Star

            My Son Moon and Star ~

        Approaching the celebration of his Birth 
                cherishing the gift I received 
           within weeks of conception I knew
            something amazing was in Creation ~

            the Stars held a party
            sending me with one of their own  
    Gazing at 3 shooting stars twinkling crossing the sky   
       It was magic  It was destiny taking its flight.  

           In love with an October full moon 
               drawing and painting I liked 
             thinking of Vincent Van Gogh ~
                caught in a loss of time 

          Hours going by as choosing my color  
           a wittness to three falling stars 
             A clear night sky sparkle's
           A once Famous Star was sent 
            inspiring the tiny child inside ~ 

           Never a doubt in my mind at all     
       child bearing was worth any pain received
      yours will be in a pursuit of a dream ~
             one to cherish and hold
          My Son was born the following August ~

    working on the set of Grimm 3rd season this year  
         as the set of Leverage for 3 years .

              Has done a Indie movie here  
             In Paris it was seen and honored
             coming soon filmed in Portland ~
                 "The House of Last Things "

        awaiting the credits , you will see
                        
    1st Assistant Director ~ production assistant 
   
                 My Young Lion Mans dream ~
        A proud mom I watch every show and the credits 

        as foretold in a whisper to me 25 years ago
              My Son &  Moon and Star  
               A name you will all know ~

            Happy Birthday to my creative Son
             you will exist in my heart forever~
                        and thereafter               
                             Mom


Details | Ballad | |

The Definition Of A Real Woman

(W)- A real woman knows that the wages of sin is death so she is not concerned about the wages of a real man, because money comes and goes like day and night; but true love comes just every blue moon. A real woman isn't loud and doesn't have to be the center of attention. Money is a gold-diggers virtue, while patience is a real woman’s virtue. A real woman is always wary of the image she displays to the world because she knows her children are watching her every move. A real woman’s wisdom comes from the teachings of her elders and the experiences and hardships life brings. A real woman is the wings that help a broken man learn to fly again. When you become the object of a real woman’s affection, winning is the only option.

(O)- A real woman’s main obligation is to better herself, before she attempts to become someone’s better half. A real woman is very obliged with all that God has blessed her with. When a man takes a real woman for granted, she makes up her mind to put him away into oblivion. A real woman is use to jumping hurdles because overcoming obstacles in life keeps her on the right track. A real woman doesn't spend her time worrying if failure is around the corner, because she occupies her freedom chasing her dreams in her most comfortable running shoes. A real woman is a hopeless romantic ready to be wooed with an odyssey of love with a real man by her side.

(M)- A real woman’s presence is magnanimous and captures attention because of the poised and elegant stature of her classy nature. A real woman is like the magnet of ecstasy. All women don't attend college or hold prestigious employment, but for many being the Valedictorian of mothers everywhere is the major of their lives. A real woman respects the art of marriage and believes in monogamy. A real woman’s life is the motion picture of sophistication. The mythology of a woman began within a man’s ribs and ends in the beat of his heart.

(A)- A real woman sticks to her man like glue and never abandons his side. A real woman has the ability to do anything a man can. A real woman has the power to fill the abyss of a man’s pains with joy. A real woman prays with her other half because faith is the key of remaining on one accord. A real woman will amaze you with the way she adapts to changes in her ambiance. A real woman is the architect of her own destiny.

(N) A real woman needs a man to understand and love her for everything she is and for everything she is not because a good support system is a leading factor in longevity within relationships. A real woman is the nexus between love and happiness. When you converse with a real woman you will realize that she is nimble with her every response. No man can ignore the nymph of a real woman, because it is in her D.N.A to be notable.



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This poem is my own recovery from Valium O Little White Tablet

‘0 LITTLE WHITE TABLET’

O little white tablet, how I hate you,
I was only 21 years old, when introduced to you.
You looked so innocent, so white, so pure.
I was told you were the answer to everything,
(The cure)
No-one told me, when they introduced me to 
the rest of your family, the yellow and the blue.
The blue being five times stronger than you.
No-one told me of the dangers you held within.
Of all the pain I would have to go through, all the suffering.
No-one told me. YOU would rob me, of eighteen 
years of my life.
That I would be unable to function properly,
as a Mother and Wife.
No-one told me, I would get addicted to you.
Of all the pain and suffering, I would
have to go through.
To get you out of my system, alone took two years. 
Two more years of heartbreak, many, many tears.
Then to find out, I had Agoraphobia.
Several more years, destroyed by fear.
Which a lot of people, say is caused by you.
Not being able to go out, far or near.
Hurting all the ones, I loved so dear.
O little white tablet, how I hate you.
But in the end I was the winner Not you.

This poem refers to prescribed drugs


Details | I do not know? | |

Hugs

Teenage Girls clad in the latest fashions,
Do it whenever they meet,
Grown men aren't afraid to show some passion,
When their team's comeback is complete,
They can say hello, they can say goodbye,
And anything inbetween,
If you open your arms and crack a smile,
There is nothing that a hug cannot mean.


Details | Concrete | |

Mama I'm growin up now

                                                  Mama I’m growing Up Now                                        
                                                               2-17-1985
Mama I’m growing up now, but will you help me for I don’t know how.
I want to know what it’s like to be a little older.
I want to know the feeling of being somewhat bolder.
I want to be able to live my dreams, I need to know if they have any meanings.
I have my fears that I do hide, I want to know how to bring them outside.
I want to know what it’s like to be living on my own.
Living in a house that I can call my own.
I’m not really worried of what is yet to be
For I am growing up now, I’ll take good care of me.
But if the first time I should fail I hope you understand,
For I am still yet learning and I need your helping hand.
I want to do the things that most kids just won’t do
For I myself am different, I want something new.
Mama I’m grown up now but without you I would’nt know how.
I’ve grown a little bolder and my worlds a little colder
Thank you mama for giving me not one but both your shoulders.
I’ve faced my fears, I’ve cried my tears
I’ve lived with pain for many years.
I’ve lived my dreams and found no meaning.
I lay alone in my bed at nigh
Thinking and wondering with an awful fright
I’m thinking of what is yet to be.
I wonder if I can raise the rest of me.


Details | Light Poetry | |

ONCE AGAIN THANK YOU

I was just trying to remember the past
 trying to remember the good people
 and the bad people,
 that i came across on my way,

i want you to know
that you are among the good people
 that left a good trace in my life,

once again i just want to say thank you
for passing through my life,
is so short but is wonderful
i want you here forever.


Details | Free verse | |

Midnight Lullaby

I wrapped all my tears, to see you smile.
you are the best, always by my side.
I tell you my feelings will get you crying,
you must think I’m out of my mind.

You don’t know, what I know,
all the angels let me go.

We were born to teethe and die,
you will grow to be so fine.
Fall in love, feel your softer side,
Remember me when life is kind.

When you go, let me know,
don’t walk away like the world and go.

Life is rough and the world unkind,
fight them down and you will be fine.
The truth of live is a brutal sight,
make no mistakes, you can learn from mine.

You have a strong heart, you are unique
I treasure times when you smile at me.

Live the life, I could not find,
be there for me, when I say goodbye.


Details | Bio | |

INGREDIENT OF AN ARTIST

One ingredient of the artists is woman 
That is why they love their mothers
I love to become an artist
So I will love my mother
She is the precious ingredient of my life
Not less than the love that speaks out itself
She is my womb when I was alone
She is my hug when I am in tears
Now I am old still I love her
I love her, I love her, I love her
So much...
I need to be old for me to get young
I realized that in my younger days
I don’t give a damn to loving her
But requested many things as if I don’t care
I love my mother, please forgive me!
I love you so much 
Never and never will you leave me?
I am indeed wanted to become an artist
But the real artist is my mother
Never surrendered to hardship
I will stop not to end
Remember I wanted to become an artist
And you are my ingredient!


Neldy Jolo 
WM-KL 5:43PM
28 March 2012
 


Details | I do not know? | |

When I hold your hand

When I hold your hand
I know its true
your love for me
has truly grew
from a hill to a 
mountain
your the only one
I can count on
to be there when times
are lonely
in all your sweet
kisses and hugs, you
have shown me
your love is my treasure
and we can stand strong
through any weather
as turtle doves,
we fly together forever
when I hold your hand


Details | Free verse | |

A WOMAN OF VIRTUE

For nine months
With love and pain
With joy and suffering
In her womb she carried me
A mother she is 
And a woman of virtue.

When there was no one, she was the only one
Even left alone, she never leaves me alone
Indeed, she’s a mother 
And a woman of virtue.

When toddling, she cared
And still directs when I could run
She is a mother of the child and the adult
In her thoughts are all, even the descendants to come
Many names will I call her; “A mother of all”
And a Woman of Virtue.


Details | I do not know? | |

Happy Birthday, Baby

Happy Birthday, baby,
This is the first year you would be
Alive and happy
Dwelling here with me…

I would have taken care of you,
Before your early flight
But on that fridged morn
My daytime gave way to night 

I know that you’re with Jesus now
You’re not the one grieving any more
You have it made better than I could give
On that bright heavenly shore

You have a better birthday gift
Than I could ever give
You are walking now on streets of gold
Forever you will live

Some how that does not change the fact
About how I miss you so
But still I know I love you
This, I wanted you to know

Enjoy your birthday, now my child
Give Jesus a hug for me
Walk with Him, now let me know some how
That you still are thinking of me….

So happy birthday, baby
Though you are not a baby anymore
You have the best present anyone could give
By walking on that golden shore.


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A One Woman Campaign


This is a one Woman Campaign
           To promulgate life
To proclaim  His Name
     To create a human Life
Newly formed in Heaven
     On this New Earth
      ------
And She shall do one thing
      To give a new birth
       For the King
And to me that is such an
        Tremendous' thing
      ------
And their is one thing
That I would like to say
Honor thy Mother
           -And-
And that rings' true
To this very day
      ------
Fore it it weren't for Mother's
Then their will be no Mother's
               To speak of..
And but, by the Grace of God
         A Mother is a Mother
Seem that one was born
    Just only yesterday





    Note: Respect Thy Mother and Thy Father...gf

                GF


Details | Acrostic | |

Eleven Years Strong

Many people dream of having what you share...

Everlasting
Love within
Each other!
Verisimilar love &
Enthusiastic promises of "Death Do Us Part"
Never-ending passion

Yearning of
Extraordinary
Amatory of
Real
Satisfaction of compromised love!

But only few stick together throughout the journey....

                                          HAPPY ANNIVERSARY


Details | I do not know? | |

American Heart

America resides within the heart of all Who believe in freedom, choice, voice and opportunity Deny, not, the display of pride within yourself Or else you’d deny pride in this land of the free America, more than land, it’s home to you and me Some dare tread, take arms against and try to squash All that America ever stood for, which is evident to all They fear the freedom, strength and all that’s offered As they know, against us, they would never stand tall And for all their attempts, America makes them fall This 9-11, let us not focus on terrorist actions But, on those Americans lost, that still live in our hearts Remember and honor them by living the American dream Exhibiting the ideals and always doing our part Showing all, America has muscle but lives through its heart


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Halloween's Song

Its your Halloween rave, having your mascaraed
With all your best friends from back in the day
Liz Lauren and Blake and while they're dressed like skanks
I'm on the front line of battle
Howlin like jackle with A real nasty cackle
puttin a razor blade in the sack of Blake's apples
crack in Lauren's snapple
Staddle Liz like mclovin
But I am more like faghole As I babble at her ass
Axe her fast and mash her up like cattle
Sneak back and tackle your dad and put him in shackles
Shove sour patch kids Down your trap and gaggle
Its abominable, so unbelievable
But its inevitable, the end is kissable
I have rattled these kids psyches 
squirming like a centipede, cutting them like celery 
hear their squeamish screams echo in the streets
as the  creepy bells of the chapel ring


I remain a mystery
You'll need nancy drew, and at least 3 of the hardee boys to find what I'm up to
Theres this gloom that looms down in your basement room
Consuming shrooms, enhaling fumes to escape your doom
Witches zoomin by on their brooms makin sonic booms
Quick call scooby doo, but I killed him too
You heard a loud pound cause I cut the fuse so you
Run away to a motel room, assuming your safe
And As you look the other way,
I got my fangs in your veins and stranglin your neck
Too bad you didn't text your friends to tell them who is next
Hmm let me think for a sec. As Hex your boy  rex 
with an incessant twitch, till he is dead in a ditch
Hang him from bunny man bridge
Yo dude turn the lights on
But there's no flip to switch , I have flipped the script
Its bewitched with no miss to kiss
Exorcist with no priest to dismiss the spirit

So the town clock strikes half past 3
There's one last gas before i must sleep
Or i will crash fast if the light touches me
Put on the mask jack, just like the sixth scream 
I need to grasp havoc, till i hear shrills and shrieks
Please back rabbit, these chills aint for teens
As I stick a cherry bomb in your moms exhaust pipe
Run up on you  with nine a knife, and the head of your wife
Its useless I'm the nuisance that's abusive yet conducive
To your fear that I am near So close I could whisper in your ear
Smell the shampoo in your hair Wipe the floor with your tears
And as you look up in the mirror
I'm there ready to smear your blood all over the chair
as I stab you with my spear I crush a coors beer then
Leave you re crops there dead, red spread on the floor
But I hear a knock on the door
Are you okay honey? "Yes mommy,  just got a cold sore"


Details | I do not know? | |

Happy Mother's Not

Thank you mother,
you birthed me,
you nursed me,
you fed and clothed me.

You loved me,
when seems, the word had loathed me.
I'd not want that love in vain.

However this is not your day.

Thank you mother, 
for your support,
and your optimistic sheen,
it's inspiring
and always has shaped the person whom I am.

But this is not your day.

It belongs to the greeting card companies.

Who've robbed another holiday.

Robbed it of all meaning, 
all substance and heart.
Robbed it of it's very soul.

Deformed it,
corrupted it,
chewed it up and spat it,
till it's obscure meanings long forgot;
faded into history, a mother's not.


------------------------------------------------------------------

Dedicated to my mother, whom I love. 
Also dedicated to Julia Ward Howe who invented a holiday meant to end war and poverty.  And to 
celebrate all families.  Who died before her dream could ever be realized.

And...to Anne Jarvis who forced through the holiday, hoping to continue Howe's work and end war 
and poverty and create a better world for all,  only to see that dream shattered as Greeting Card 
companies and greedy conglomerates perverted it's ideals to nothing more then lip service 
dedicated to selling cards and candy.

To celebrate some mother's publicly, while other's have their health care raised and their social 
security stolen.  While single mothers have to risk their health and their lives to barely feed their 
children.  

This holiday is an abomination.  It doesn't celebrate motherhood, it degrades it. Women don't need 
to be celebrated nearly as much as they need a good world in which they can better raise their 
children.  A world in which they can feed their children. This holiday is a Mother's Not and so is this 
world.


Details | ABC | |

Lost Valentine

“She was mine” was all he thought
His spark was gone, forever had seemed so long
The gleam in his eye, dulled as days went by
He’d been trying hard to carry on, she was two months gone
He could no longer cry, all life was now, was a lie
His sadness growing deeper, as the world continued to fly by
His girl was gone now, his reason and purpose no longer around
For years he cared, he couldn’t show, but those actions spoke louder than any words 
she would’ve known
His poor tired soul began to appear on his face
His heart numb from losing the one love that who with, his life had begun
Now it was his time to start, for in his heart, he knew……
They wouldn’t be far apart.

                                                    Dedicated to the memory of my Grandparents
                                                      William Lee Neeland Sr. 02/22/27 – 07/10/04
                                                     Pauline Sue Neeland         07/27/46 - 12/24/03
with all my love, #2


Details | I do not know? | |

Another Year On

So many things that go around,
Yet in this crowd there is no sound,
The world seams dead and void inside,
And I can’t seem to run and hide.

I hear her screaming out for help,
She gives a final wounded yelp,
She hits the floor and eyes turn black,
Now she knows she can’t turn back.

Those left behind hide up and die,
No one ever wants to cry,
The tears of blood cause too much pain,
Our poisoned hearts are not the same.

As your body dissolves to ash,
The whole world changes in a flash,
No more happiness for us to share,
No more mother to love and care.



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For Women

The modern day women of today are abused and tortured.
Not the physical of scars and wounds,
but the mental of intellectual suffocation.
What man can say: I am the bearer of life.
show me your proof and I’ll show you a liar.
What man can step forward and say: I was not born from a woman.
What man can say: I did not spend 9 months in their mother’s womb.
The truth is plain to see.
The hatred for women is bitterly unjust.
 
We should not simply acknowledge our women,
but understand, respect and love our women
for they are walking sanctities of wisdom and truth.
How can we celebrate life without saluting our wonderful women?
The nurtures of time; past, present and future
and still we choose to cast authority over them.
This general consensus of ownership must stop.
There is nothing weak in acknowledging a female heart.
As a man it is not a crime to say; I love you mother. 
I love you sister. I love you wife. I love you friend. 
 
On my behalf, I will respect each and every woman
regardless of if she respects herself.
Yet in time,
I know she will grow to love her own.
Valuing her every curve, acquired intellect, 
display of heart, and ounce of spirit.
As a beautiful and insightful woman,
in time she will grow to love herself,
love her eyes and love her soul
Just as I will accordingly do.

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Details | Rispetto | |

My Icy Grave

My name is Paul, a boy of sixteen years when the Titanic became my icy grave. To the ocean floor, I drowned with dreams and fears, like my dad, a fisherman, lost in the waves. When we boarded the ship, my mother heard cries. A premonition dismissed with hopes and sighs. In a half-empty lifeboat, denied a seat, my destiny to die but not in defeat. Mother begged for my life then returned to die with me. Half empty lifeboats floated as the band played a hymm. Angels descended on mother and son in the cold sea and carried us to my father in Heaven's bosom. By Rhonda Johnson-Saunders, April 10, 2012 for My Heart Will Go On and On contest ( Tracie ~*~ Indigo Dreamweaver) Fourth Place *A Rispetto and a Quatrain


Details | I do not know? | |

For My Husband

I love you for being my husband.
I thank you for all your love.
I thank you for being there,
A special person sent from above.
I thank God for sending you to me,
For giving me a life with you.
And our children he entrusted me.
Your acceptance, guidance and care,
Given so unconditionally.
Together with my love and certainty,
Give us so much to share.
I feel a special bond not there before.
It gets stronger every day.
Making within me such awesome happiness,
My heart longs to soar.
I know that I am not always perfectly undoubting.
We both have our failures and imperfections.
I think, however, our short comings and trials
 Build between us stronger connections.
I believe that God has brought us together,
Because each has a lot to offer the other.
You, as the father and husband,
And me, as the wife and mother.

                                                                    Summer Gratias


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Today Is September 1 2007

On this day 16 years ago a beautiful baby girl was born.
As I cried they took her away.
My grandmother watching as if nothing were wrong.
Photos came for a brief moment then stopped
She was gone never to be herd from or seen.
It seemed as if she just vanished.
The agencies said her new family had moved.
No forwarding address to be found.
They apologize for the inconvenience.
Trying to convince me not to give up hope.
Hope what is this, something I find hard to have.
Years have come and gone and not a word.
The last photo I reserved she must have been 3 or 4 years old.
My search it still continues today, 
but not a trace of her or her family do I see.
On this the anniversary of her birth
 I still cry for the loss of my baby girl I bore so long ago.


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Fifty-Seven Years Ago Today

Fifty-Seven Years Ago Today


With new dress and suit, flowers, and hair fixed just right
The dreams, plans, and labors of our lives would unite

My brother and his gal stood beside us on the spot
To give witness to the world that we tied the knot

We stood nervous before the preacher at his home
Promised to cling to each other; never to roam

Said “I do” to the questions; gave the preacher his pay
Man and wife; fifty-seven years ago today.


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I Had a Dream





                                      I Had a Dream

                         I had a dream. Oh I had a dream.
                         I sat in a chair in despair thinking
                       of the love and memory of my mother.
     In my dream I built a stairway to heaven with tears to hug her.
              Halfway with out a sound or word in the silent skies
                              an angel appeared upon me.
                        It was a precious and beautiful site.
Oh! I said could you for me ask God to cross a rose and lilac together
to create a bush with large clusters of white, purple, and pink flowers
                             and the fragrance of memory
   And give it long green stems so it can stand free and gracefully.
        Also ask him to it a name, a special name ‘ Kollock ‘
          and let it represent never forgotten love and memories.
                       In my dream God did this for me,
                     and gave it to my mother as a gift from me






Details | Senryu | |

That September Day in 2001

Two thousand seven Hundred and fifty victims Murdered, Rest in Peace My entry into Nathan's 9-11 contest http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/america.php


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my sister

My sister is one of a kind and I know shes always by my side I know we fight.

and sometime dont get along my sister and I are like a song.

The bond between us will never break she's my best friend 
.
and it will never change I love my sister


Details | Ballad | |

REMEMBRANCE of HARRIET HARRIS:

VERSE ONE:  
 
Christened as averred one Harriet Kuritsky on November 13th nineteen thirty five
     the youngest of four with only one brother
     whose exit from this world from a terminal illness she did not survive! 

The following emotions communicating heartfelt grief
practically vanquished as like my existence turned a new leaf!
 
A recurring abysmal grief stricken state
still consumes my entire being of late
these perpetual tears of sadness seem not to a-bate
since the grim reaper brandished scythe
     signature sign of a deadlocked fate!
 
Twas about 11:00 a.m. 2005 that third of May
     that our dearly beloved mother
     fought tooth and nail to keep death at bay 
(recounted by sisters who elected to remain on vigil that day)
nonetheless rigor mortis upper hand
     brought a (supposed) painless and swift death
     to her diseased and emaciated riddled body  gone lifeless and ashen gray!
 
This only heir still misses his mom more than plaintive words can spell
with his agonizingly pained heart and soul  that rents asunder this psyche pell-mell
no amount of weeping can quiet and quell!
 
Cathartic for me to give you a posthumous ode
conveyed in an easy to read poetic code
to accept finality & permanent loss only retrievable from nostalgic memories
     identified as that childhood home and favorite abode! 
 
VERSE TWO: 
 
Her cremated ashes still remain sealed in the same nondescript box
     white, powdery and chalk like material
     devoid of any vestigial semblance to her once living and vibrant self
     that unique persona pulverized and vaporized
     (housed former svelte and tall Arthur Murray ball-room dance teacher 
     a half century plus prior to demise
     which beauty, charm and grace quickly caught the attention of my father
     who courted and eventually proposed to this young flirt and tease of a gal)
     inert organic matter now represents sole residual embodiment 
     reduced to dust and near nothingness
     former corporeal being of blood, bone and flesh 
     weighing no more than a dozen hatch marks on the scale
     absence still bears down heavy like some millstone round the neck
     per  the black hole void created by defeat with Grim Reaper
     toward this woman who helped birth and nurse me into manhood
     momma’s only grown son still feels ripples of grievous sadness
     no matter the years of suppressed anger and rage
     in addition to emotional conflicts between us 
     which invariably wrought unpleasant relationship
     and a legacy of discord writ large across the tapestry of my life!
 


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Mindful Thoughts from My Head

thoughts
How often I’ve  thought ,  I’ll just stay in bed...
But that’s for sick folks my mother said
So I’ll just linger a little while...
 And let  my memories make me smile..
My mother was strong and rather petite.....
And my father so strict...and yet so sweet..
They knew how difficult life could be...
And passed that on to my siblings and me....
As they had experience throughout their life..
With all the usual stress and strife..
And the pair of them taught us all so well....
Though the way we act sometimes you couldn’t tell..
The lessons  we learn from our parents you see...
Are what makes us special like you and me..
And as we grow and make our own way...
Leaving our homeland so far away....
Years later returning to the place where we were born...
To scatter their ashes amongst the Rose garden thorn...
Was across the sea we had to go..
The memories were already starting to flow...
As we stood  outside of the garden gate....
We heard Mother’s voice, so articulate...
 “ tea’s ready “....and Dad said I hope it’s Earl Grey...
It was then we realized this was the day..
As they were gone and you can never go back..
So we must face the fact....
Our mind plays the movies in our head...
So with that in  mind ..  guess  I’d better get out of bed..... 
earl grey tea


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Another Year with Time ~Birthday~

A year's the happiest of mothers,
flowered with fertility,
for never shall there be another
more endowed than she.

Despite her plentiful descendants,
time has never left her side.
He happily remained attendant
even when I cried.

How fortunate, that pair of lovers
bound by such a wondrous fate!--
though in their love, I had discovered
that they blessed my date,

for in their love, they set in stone
my birth, and let it now be known,
oh earth!--that I was made this day,
and that I never can repay

the gift they've given me.


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Their Anniversary

Looking about 
on a starry night 
An old man turned to his wife. . . 

"I see all the love we've shared 
somewhere -- 
beyond the moon in your eyes." 

She beamed.


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YOU PREACHED: A Tribute to Pastor Arlee Griffith Jr.

you preached to us that the way to achieve an ultimate makeover
is to concede control to God and let the Holy Spirit takeover
you preached to us that we need to take up our towel of service
and then realize and utilize our God given purpose
you preached to us in the year of 2005 
that we are all blessed to even be alive
you preached to us in the year of 2006
that we need to study the word of God to get our spiritual fix
you preached to us in the year of 2007
that there's a happy hour awaiting us up in heaven
you preached to us on how we can make 2008 great
is by getting our relationship with the Lord God straight
you told us we need to do more than just go wishing
but to go out and make disciples by going soul fishing
you told us we need to hear a word from our sponsor, Jesus Christ
and then stay tuned to His channel until we get it right
you told us that whether wise or otherwise
we need to stay focused on God's eternal prize
and when you get into your pastoral groove
your words and message make our spirits move
and when you ask to speak for a few minutes more
believe nobody is making a move towards the chapel doors
to an anointed man of God, Pastor Griffith I thank your grandmother today
for handing God her healing hands that brought you to this day
so congratulations and happy anniversary to you and the first family
for 19 years of leadership and preaching with God's authority


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~*~My Mother In-Law~*~

My mother in-law is a wonderful person.
She treats me good and tells me all about her son. 
She said that she hopes the best for us. 
That she hopes we last long and someday get married.
I love hearing her say that. It tells me that I have her approval. 
She even told me that the reason she tells me about her son 
is because she sees me like her daughter and I take that to the heart.


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Ode to Audrey

Glamorous, fun and full of life
Always an interesting and loyal wife
Around the village she is known
For living life in her own particular tone

For her family she does prepare
Many a feast beyond compare
For the animals so oft alone
She has given much love, shelter and even her home

Come Christmas time the house is all a glitter
As Audrey runs around doing the annual jitter
Smiling from within is this special being
Generous, giving and all seeing
Her energy would seem to overflow
Never one to leave others low
This is my grandmother The Great Grandy
Whose life runs circles around those less than 80!

To my life you have brought
Something which can never be taught
You gave yourself, you made me smile
As I saw you go the extra mile
Within my thoughts I hold you dear
And in that way you are always near
I close my eyes and picture your face
And know that time cannot displace
The essence of the inner you
That in my life now follows through

Thank you for always being such a dear
Your effect on my life is more than clear


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Silence

After millions of seconds,
every second seeming,
much longer than the other.
All we wanted was good news, 
all we wanted was you...

 A night with little excitement 
only listening to the music, 
and watching stars make lame jokes,
 my sister and I heard a ring,
only faint cause the phone was outside.

Praying that everything was all right
we only wanted you safe,
we hear a sob from my mom.
As the moment my life fell apart
the good news never came.
 
You ran,
you jumped,
you swam, 
you quit.
Why?
I don't understand.

We still haven't stopped asking questions,
Why you? Why us? Why then?
Those questions will never be answered.
It's been almost five years
Why?!

When you left you took a part of us with you,
My mom says hello, 
Can you say hello to Ashley for me? 
I hope you take her camping, and watch the stars at in the sky.
I hope everything's alright.

I know your dad came to join you,
Does it make you happy when people join you,
maybe that's what was going through my sisters mind,
maybe we all miss you more than you'd expect

Ever since you've been gone,
there has been a silence,
never questioned cause we don't want to face the truth
I wonder if you had more time if you wouldn't have done it,
do you regret it, or do you like the silence in the clouds.

We will never understand why you ran.
Life hasn't been the same since,
it's gone done hill from there,
you will always be in my thoughts.


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June the month

June, the month of sweet lilac comes, and is going
Soft like rivers over gurgling stones
There is a sorrow in me forever, but never showing
The sag of the sun within proud bones
They will gather in your name, and make your birth
Another reason for us to hold our places on the earth.
But I, I weep forever at your death, your loss to me
The water dripping from the roof, the plate so empty.

June, brought into the world, O sweet flower, remember
The smile were brightest butterflies
And through heart roared the racing cataract of summer
And your children dancing; your demise
Was not early either, for one hundred and one years past
But to a son who loved you, that was not long enough to last,
That was not eternity. For love and the beloved should stay
Side by side on every tide, you taught me so, did you disobey?

June, the month of logwood blossoms golden for the bees
Wind shaken carpet, hiding little thorns
I come to you again, to loiter under the honey scented trees
And taste the sting of your hollow morns
Your stirless kitchen and the empty lines, clotheless in the sun
Should not be so, was not so long ago where my life begun
For only here is that voice that groomed and fashioned our will
The river gurgling against us, wearing down the silent hill.


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Forever-Part 3

We get off the plane and smell the lovely air. Hawaii. One of the most beautiful places. I look at you and smile. "This place is beautiful," I say, spinning around. "Yes, it is," you say and pull me close. "I love you," I say. I love you too," you say and kiss me. Hand in hand we walk into the setting sun.

The sun's poking through the shades in our room. "Good morning beautiful," you say when I open my eyes. "Good morning," I say and smile. "I've got a surprise for you," you say and smile. I look at you questionably. "Just get dressed and I'll show you." "Okay."

You take my hand and lead me down to the beach. "I heard you've always wanted to do this," you say and smile. You point to two goals. My face lights up. "Sand soccer," I say happily and look at you. You kiss me and smile, "I figured you'd like it." We walk down to the two goals and we'r e put on a team. We play for hours and hours.

When the game is over, we sit on the sand by the shore. "That was fun," I say and look at you. "Yeah, it was," you say and lean in and kiss me. "I love you," I say as you warp your arms around me. "I love you too," you say and smile. We watch the sun set on the beautiful sea before we head back to our room.

The next day we surf. We surf for hours. "This is great baby," you say as we sit on our boards. "Yeah," I say and smle, "you must really like doing this," I say and brush a srand of hair from your face. "Yes," you say and you lean in and kiss me.


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Happy 25th Wedding Anniversary

Wisdom and guidance, it came from you both
One I confide in, the other I don't,

We can talk about sports, or watch the ball game,
With the other I can't, it wouldn't be the same,

Forgiveness and loving, I've learned from you both,
With one I can go golfing, the other I don't,

We have our morning smoke, and coffee at dawn,
The other I can't, cause you work all night long,

Family and respect, I've learned from you both,
No matter where my life takes me, I'll never forget, there's no place like home,

From boy to a man, if I had just one of you, to guide me through life,
I'd be half the man that I am, but, I'd still be alright,

But that I've never encountered, I've had you both,
Making me twice the man, I could've been, you both helped me grow,

What I'm trying to say's, from birth, until death,
To have 2 parents that love each other, I've truly been blessed.


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Forever-Part 4

We get off the plane, back in LA. We drop our stuff off at home and go out for the day.

 

You wait outside the bathroom door. "Baby," I say. You stop breathing. "What is it?" I slowly open the door. "Yes." I say and smile. "Yes!" you scream and pick me up. You spin me around and kiss me.

9 months later I step out of the car. 3 of us this time. Isavella. Our first daughter. "She looks just likeher mom," you say and smile. "With her daddy's eyes," I say and look at you. "I love you," you say. "I love you too," I say and gently kiss me.

 

We're older now we've made it a long way. We sit on the deck and watch the sun set. "All or nothing," I say and hold your hand. "All or nothing," you say and lead me down to the sand. "30 years is a long time," you say to me and pull me close. " So is forever," I say. You hit play and Amazed comes on. "We'll make it that far, I swer," you say as we start to dance. We look at Isabella playing in the sand. "I know baby," I say and smile.
 

We'll last forever. Nothing will break us. We'll always be together.



Together forever.


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"What A Women is Made Of "(part one)


i am, from the  newest  of born clay 
made of my mother's earth 
to be molded 
and not to  be played with 

i am,  the pain of  glass
made of sand
to block the wind 
to be looked though 
and never meant 
to be broken  

i am from the small  crust of bread
made of the smallest grain 
bake in the hottest of suns 
and not meant to be shared 

i am, from the oldest of rain drops  
made of heaven first tears 
to wash and refresh 
with essence of water 
and perception of , thousands years  

made to love only you 
to kiss only you 
soft and ready 
only  for you  


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More Then Words

I want to say I love you,
But I love you just won't do.
What I feel is stronger,
because all I have is you.
I want kiss your lips,
and hold you close to me.
Because when I close my eye's
your face is all I see.
It smiles and says 
three words I want to hear.
Your eyes give me comfort,
Take away all my fear.
So when you say you love me,
Be sure to understand.
Your all that keeps me living,
my heart is in your hands.